Thread: Who am I?  A Pokèmon Adventure (Eternally Chaotic | Syrie)

The gentle sway of the trees, broke the stillness of the night. Creating a soothing melody for all those animals sleeping. Yet still all seemed quiet, calm, a night of true peacefulness. Yet one sound began to break the peacefulness. A sad melody began to waft through the air. Arousing the attention of many sleeping pokemon as well as the nocturnal pokemon. It was a gentle and kind tune yet, enriched in the notes was such a sad tune. A near a clearing close to the base of the mountain side sat a single young women upon the stump of a great old tree. One that had been destroyed twelve years ago by poachers seeking the pokemon who made it there home. Little did they understand the importance of this tree. Yet as it died, much sadness came to the forest, yet as all things the forest continued on even without it's ancient child. Yet it was clear that the child of the forest was not yet forgotten by all. This young women with skin pale and white, she seemed to glisten in the moonlight as if brimming with a power beyond that of any human. Her hair, green as the leaves of the forest in spring, with a ponytail that was red as blood. Her attire was strangely reminiscent to that of a Xatu. Which many of the pokemon first mistook her for. Her eyes golden like a freshly polished coin, and her face never changed from that blank expression. Yet though her expression never changed, one could simply feel the emotions streaming off of her. A sadness that was unbound. Upon her lap a Eevee laid quietly asleep, behind her laid a little Zorua watching the moon as she played. Seeming enchanted by the music. At her feet laid a unusual Growlithe, his fur black as night unlike that of normal growlithe's who were red. This Growlithe watched all approaching pokemon with a warning glare. It was abundantly clear that it would guard this women with it's life. Up in the tree watched a unusual pokemon for this area, a Skarmory, who eyed everything with weary eye. Within the girls hand was but a violin, causing all sad melody. She played a song that only she knew, for she had wrote it, calling it What Child is This? She had wrote it for the tree that she sat upon unaware of how much the meaning was about to change. As she continue to play without a care in the world, her concert for the pokemon of the forest was cut short, as the crashing and breaking of tree branches. Like a stampede the pokemon scattered to the four winds in fear. Eevee, Growlithe, Zoura and even the Skarmory all took up defensive positions around the girl. All seeming extremely protective of her. Setting her Violin down upon the tree stump she stood. Only standing at five-foot-two, he small petite frame hidden by her clothes well enough to make it hard to tell how shapely she was, but showed enough that her womanly curves were apparent enough to lightly show. Quietly she motioned her little 'Guards' to move. Without a word the five of them traveled towards the source of the sound. What she saw surprised her. The place was clearly where whatever it was had fallen. what she found was a Rapidash nudging a body of a young women covered in dirt and leaves. Blood was pooling around her causing the dirt to discolor and turn to mud. There was a nasty wound on her head, and as for the rest of her, it seemed to be just cuts and scrapes, but she could tell there was some internal injury's. Perhaps a bit of internal bleeding as well. This girl needed treatment, and quickly or she wouldn't survive. By her observations already she had broken two rips and fractured her arm. With today's technology that could be healed within two days time but that blood loss was a problem. It did not take long for the Rapidash to take notice of her and her little group. Rearing up and naying it gave a warning and poised to attack. Her little group jumped in front of her and each seemed well intent to beat the rapidash into submission if needed. The young women walked in front of her guards and right up to the rapidash setting her hand upon it's cheek despite it's attempts to bit her. Calm yourself, I do not intend to hurt you, or your friend. Your friend is in a very dangerous condition. As you can see she has a wound on her head and many cuts. She likely has some internal injury's, if she doesn't get her wounds treated soon she will die. The young women spoke, her expression did not change but her voice. A musical tune to her words, and such a concern and gentleness from her showed true to her emotions. She did not lie to this pokemon, looking him directly in the eyes. I will not hurt her if you let me, I will help you. She spoke never breaking eye contact with Rapidash who glared at her snorting before it backed away letting her to approach Bellariley. As soon as she was allowed to, she rushed to Bellariley taking a knee next to her. Without a a moments hesitation she lifted her shirt and be began lightly pressing against her bare skin. Rapidash nearly had a heart attack, almost attacking her. If it wasn't for Skarmory landing on Rapidash and pinning it's head to the ground with it's talons. Stop freatting, I am checking if she has any broken ribs. She commented to Rapidash, and before long she pushed twice on one spot. Sora! Pick up this girl and put her on her friends back, Zorie, use transform and transform into Rapidash. We have to get her home now! The urgency in her voice made things very clear. Without a single argument they did as they were told Sora, the Skarmory, release rapidash and moved to Bellariley gently picking her up. Making very careful and easy flaps of it's wings as it moved her onto the back of Rapidash. The young women helped get her situated. Sora keep her steady on it's back as we ride, we can't let her fall off. Shadow, Vee, you two get my Violin and backpack from the Old one, we will meet you back at home. The women spoke before rushing to Zorie who was now a Rapidash. She leaped onto her back, and with out a single moment of hesitation, off they went. The sense of tension was intense as the four raced against time. Zorie and the women guided Rapidash in the right direction. Within twelve minutes they reached a simple cabin in the woods. All was quiet as the young women leaped from Zorie's back and rushed to the door. The clattering of bottles echoed as rapidash pranced up. Quickly she rushed out with a spray bottle of some purple liquid. Rushing to Bellariley she began spraying her wounds. this would cause her great pain. Rapidash knew she was in pain and snipped at the women who whacked him quite hard and continued spraying her wounds. The liquid bubbled on the wounds for a few moments before stopping. The blood stopped flowing, it was a crude emergency treatment for the blood to stop. It wouldn't last long but she had to stop her from loosing anymore blood. Zorie, transform into me, lets her inside and begin work on her. She spoke as zorie did as she was asked and then helped her move Bellariley inside. The two slammed the door and began the tiresome work. A hour passed, then two, then three, and no one came out. Five hours passed and the door creeped open and out walked Zorie in her natural form. Letting them know that she was stable before going back in to rejoin it's mistress. In a chair next to Bellariley who was in a simple white dress, changed from her clothes that laid scattered around, was the young women who saved her. A tube in both of there arms, pumping blood from one girl to another. She was lucky we found her when we did. If any later and she would be dead... Even more surprising is... She is the same blood type. She said with a sigh, as she relaxed a bit. Medical tools were on a tray on the table. She eyed them with a sad look but shook her head quickly. You knew you wouldn't be able to go the rest of your life not doing it again. A small voice came from below her, causing the women's gaze downwards to Zorie. You can run from your talents but you can't stop yourself Elera. Zorie spoke, to what many would consider a great surprise. Though to be truthful it wasn't hard to believe when you considered what a Zorua was. It was a pokemon that mimiced humans, this one just might as well of been smart enough to be able to mimic and then understand the human language. Elera sighed and said nothing only looking over at Bellariley gently reaching up with her free hand stroking her cheek before shaking her head. Hours passed as Elera fell asleep, and the rays of sun awoke her. She went on her daily routine and the girl did not way up, again the next day she did not awake. On the third day she was outside with Zorie while she was settling a dispute between shadow and Rapidash. Elera was cutting wood for the fire so she could cook and keep the house warm. She found cooking over a fire made some foods just taste better. Despite the fact her home had all the modern appliances, and ran off a generator, she mostly kept to doing things the old ways. A hermit as she was avoided having to deal with people as much as possible. She had even gone so far as to make Zorie go for her into town. She had a well stocked garden which she maintained so she had food and only needed to go for things she couldn't just grow. Grabbing a few logs she made her way back to the door inside. The three of them were still arguing, so she felt it best to leave them alone. Opening the door and stepping in she didn't even noticed that Bellariley had awoken till after she sat down the cut logs and turned around. Ah! So you are finally awake. Surprising you woke up this soon, I expected you to remain in a coma for a good long while. But it is good to see that you have awoken. She spoke in the musical tone that hinted at pride and happiness at the fact she awoke. Without saying anything else she moved to Bellariley and began doing basic tests like seeing how her pupil's dilated checking her pluse, blood pressure. Then without a warning her hands snaked into Bellariley's dress and pressing against her body gently making sure everything was ok. Well looks like the internal issues are alright now, good that the medication still has the good ol kick to it. Seems as though your well enough to be moving around, though your body will hurt for quite a while Miss Bellariley. Of course assuming the name on your bracelet is your name. You seem too young to have a child after all. Elera spoke calmly as she moved to the stew that was boiling. It needed to be stirred, but at least now she would actually have a guest who talked back. Well other then Zorie, since Zorie normally didn't like talking with her. She wasn't the best conversationalist.