BELLARILEYTrainers. The world appeared to revolve around those trainers as they appeared to be the key to the future of the world. They were the ones who would go exploring into places unexplored, seeking out new and undiscovered Pokèmon. Yet, there still existed a region unknown to the vast majority, and although they possessed advanced technology, they still existed with the social structure of Medieval times. Kings and Queens ruled over their subjects and held a strong and a justly rule. Across the sea, there existed a place that would amaze even the greatest of scholars, a place known as the 'Alvia Region'. A mythical place where Pokèmon from all over the other known regions could be found, within this enormous island nation. This region was unlike anything anyone has ever seen before. However, even in the brightest of places, darkness would always emerge.
With no other Kings and Queens near, the royal family would have those of a noble birth married into the family to keep the gene pool strong and as pure as possible. The present King and Queen had but one a child, a daughter they named Bellariley. It was expected for when the child came of age, the age of seventeen, they would marry. It was not too long after their marriage, they were to bare a heir to the throne. This helped to secure the bloodline to the throne. However, Bellariley had turned seveenteen and was now of the coming age and held no desire to marry. She possessed another desire and passion. Her love for Pokèmon was strong and she wanted to know more. She had heard of the Trainers who would raise and battle their Pokèmon, achieve Gym Badges from battling Gym Leaders, and even enter to grand arenas for battles for the right to obtain the title of 'Pokèmon Master'. There were even those she heard of who did not always battle their Pokèmon, but used their Pokèmon skills in beauty pageants and competitions.
She had desired to explore beyond the castle walls, desired to be a Trainer with her beloved Pokèmon. Her parents were well aware of this, and although they attempted to accommodate this desire the best they could within the castle walls by providing mock battles and competitions. However, this does not full curve her desire, let alone sate it. Struggling with not wanting their own and most prized possession leave, the King and Queen soon succumb. They knew their daughter would be miserable if she was kept to the confines of the castle walls and allow her to go on mini-adventure. However, they would not allow their beloved jewel to go without certain strings attached. An elite guard was to accompany Bellariley to ensure her safety. Her Pokèmon, Jolteon, Ninetails, Rapidash, and Scyther, were skilled and trained, many thanks to the mock battles and competitions they had undergone.
Bellariley had been eager the days leading up to her grand adventure and the morning it finally arrived, she couldn't have been more thrilled. Even the company of the Elite Guard did not bother her has she had found favour with that particular Guard. Her personality possessed a nature that made it hard for someone not to like her. Her heart was grand and kind, too big for her chest. She was a petite girl, standing at four-foot-eleven, a thin yet tone stomach, smooth flesh that was gingerly kissed by the sun that made it not pale and not dark, but a fair tone between. Her breasts were amply rounded and bouncy, minimally above average in their descent size. The rest of her body possessed modest and small curves, enough to provide her with a strong feminine, young woman appearance. Her eyes were a deep teal blue colour in nature, possessing a certain glow of innocence and kindness to them. Chesnut hair was layered and at a short length that fell nicely around her head, bangs reaching down to caress below her eyebrows and two thick locks on either side of her bangs extended down past the rest of the length to reach to her collarbones.
It was but only three days into their journey and a dark tragedy reared its ugly as Bellariley and her Elite Guard were attacked one night. Leaving the Guard for dead, the group take Bellariley as a captive. Unable to release her pokemon for help, she appeared helpless. Yet, things were not always as they seemed as she managed to struggle her way free from the man's arms. Fate still appeared cruel as her freedom came with no ease. With eyes wide, Bellariley found herself falling off the side of a rigid cliff. It was as though things moved within slow motion as she began to fall, her arm extended out as she reached for something to grab. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes as a thought crossed her mind. Her Pokèmon. She did not wish harm to come to them. Reaching into the pouch she had carried that she had managed to snatch from one of her captives before falling, her hands clutched onto five spheres, tenderly holding them in security. Soon darkness swept over as she was sure her death imminent and she prayed for the protection of her beloved Pokèmon.
Slowly, teal-blue eyes slowly opened, wincing as they blinked several times as pupils constricted and dilated to adjust to the light. It was as though light was completely foreign to them, seemingly entirely unfamiliar to them. Eyes quickly closed as the seventeen year-old felt her head throbbing and immediately scraped hands reached to cup the sides of it. The pain she felt within her head was little less than the pain she felt coursing through the rest of her body as it writhed in ache. The smell of a hearty stew wafted through the air. The sound of a slight breeze blowing through the trees, only being drowned out by the sound of axe to wood. As she slowly sat up in the bed she had been laid, a white sheet feel from her bosom and landed ruffled upon her lap. She was clad in a white mini dress, thin straps supporting the dress up as it clung tightly to her frame. It was made of fine fabric, seemingly expensive in taste. It should have been familiar to her, but it was foreign to her. Steadily, the throbbing began to cease, but the reminder of her body's pain remained constant. As she looked around the room, she could see she was in a wooden cabin. Her hair was bed ridden, a sign she had not left the bed in quite some time.
The sound of snorts and neighs came from outside, the sound of a companion she did not remember. It seemed agitated and bitter, yet at the same time seemingly excepting and tolerant of something. It was unclear to the young lady to why she could understand the feelings of this creature outside, nor the strange connection she appeared to possess with it. Her eyes soon drifted to a chain, white gold bracelet around her wrist. She raised her left wrist to better examine the fine jewelry. Embedded into a heart-shaped charm was the name, 'Bellariley'. She was curious in regards to the name. As a sudden imaged flashed of a finely jeweled and dressed hand placed the bracelet around a child's wrist, she shook her head. It was hazy and her head began to throb even further as she gave a faint whimper of her pain. Her eyes once more settled upon something beside the bed upon a wooden chair. It was a tanned, leather pouch with four Pokèballs, one of which opened and emptied. The pain soon settled and she was left staring with a blank stare around the room, bewilderment to who exactly and where she was. There was a sudden 'click' sound as the doorknob to the room began to turn, that snapping her from her blank stare as she stared towards the door.
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Who am I? A Pokèmon Adventure (Eternally Chaotic | Syrie)
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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.
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.
- Confusion. Bellariley's mind was still riddled with it as the stranger soon entered room and professed seemingly such happiness to the girl's awakened state. Bellariley did not attempt to fight back against any of the inspections and basic tests but merely complied as though to be nothing more than a puppet. Her body was sore and she gave a light whimper while she was being inspected, yet it was nothing serious to warrant any concern. Her head cocked to the side a the mentioning of the name. Her eyes immediately fell back upon the bracelet as her eyes outlined the letters that spelled out the name. Her mouth slowly opened to speak but only silence escaped. Her mouth slowly closed as she stared over to the other as she went about handling the stew. "I don't remember. Why can't I remember anything?" She asked, her voice seemingly void of present emotion as were her eyes. They appeared to lack a 'glow' that they should possess. It appeared as though she fell upon a middle plain emotion-wise.
She looked back around the room and her eyes once more fell upon the spheres. "These, they're like a forgotten fragment of a dream" Her small hand extended out as her delicate fingers caressed along the smooth surfaces. Although her mind did not remember the spheres, the touch was not forgotten. Her hand soon clasped around one of the spheres as she pulled to her and examined it more closely. Just as her eyes had traced over the bracelet, so too did they trace over the sphere. She allowed no spot to go unnoticed. "How long have I been here?" She asked in her soft tone as her eyes once more fell upon the other. This time, she gave the other a more thorough examination, as if to try and recollect anything from the other. She was beautiful in Bellariley's eyes, a gorgeous creature. She was unsure if she had ever seen another more gorgeous, but at present, this other was the most. Without realizing it, Bellariley had drifted into a seeming daydream as she looked upon the other and waited for any answers.
A loud grunt and neigh soon grabbed her attention as a head had poked its way into the window. Her daydream had been abruptly interrupted as crimson eyes locked a gaze with the teal-blue eyes, capturing them in a desperate lock and hold. Those crimson eyes were familiar and even beckoned to her. The Rapidash began to lightly prance outside the window, excitement filling the stallion as he bucked his head and attempted to communicate with his partner. Since their arrival, it was the first time that the Rapidash showed any excitement that was of the happy nature. Slowly, Bellariley's head cocked to the side as she listened to the numerous vocals the stallion made. "Spitfire." She spoke the name nearly under her breath, but it became evident that the Rapidash, Spitfire, had heard his name being said. He neighed as he bobbed his head several times, ears perked. Slowly, she pulled her legs so that they dangled over the side of the bed and removed the sheet. Her petite feet soon kissed the ground.
She returned to the sphere to its resting place with the others as she then attempted to stand. Her balance was unsteady as her rump collapsed back onto the bed. She stared down upon her legs, feeling them wobbly and shaking. It was clear that her memories weren't the only things forgotten as her legs could not seem to remember how to support her weight. She stared, determined to stand upon her feet. Spitfire spouted neighs and grunts of encouragement. He began to stamp his hooves upon the ground as he did so. Bellariley stared back over to him, her eyes briefly glancing to the other female before once more returning to Spitfire. With a deep breath, she forced herself upon her feet and after several wobbling attempts, she managed to gain her balance as she steadily made her way to the window. It was not a far distance, yet it felt as though it had been a mile's journey for her.
Once she had reached the window, she grasped at the frame. A warm tongue graced along the side of her face as Spitfire's muzzle pressed and nuzzled against her cheek. Her hands reached to gently caress the sides of his muzzle and softly she spoke to him. "I know you." A tender smile curved her lips as her entire body language began to 'light-up'. Fierce flames that would burn any other held ill will towards Bellariley as she was freely able to pet the Rapidash. "Good boy." She nuzzled into his face, he returning her nuzzles and affection. This was the calmest he had been since their arrival. Seeing his human up and about was of great relief to him. He knew he had the stranger to thank for Bellariley's recover, but he was a stubborn beast and still rather hesitant towards the other. Bellariley turned to look over to the other. "Am I Trainer?"" She asked, curiously.
|OOC: Sorry it has taken me forever to reply. e.e; Got really busy there. Also, sorry if this post is crap. /fail. |
Eternally Chaotic
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Elera had taken note to her doll like reaction. It was a bit surprising, but after what had happened there was likely more damage then she originally had thought. As she stirred the stew she contemplated if her treatment might of had something to do with it. After all the age of the medicine and the fact she had recently administered a extra dose to her to ensure she didn't feel as much pain. Did she give her too much for her body to handle? No that couldn't be it, she made sure it was right. So many medical terms and thoughts rushed through her head, that for most people they would get dizzy. Then Bellariley spoke and her words made Elera turn to look at her. Her blank face emotionless face seemed to match Bellariley's empty voice. For a moment she was clearly stunned, then she began her thought process. Stepping away from the stove, leaning against a wall she began to ponder why her memories were absent. Even more so why she seemed to be a blank slate, even with memory loss, the loss of emotion like that was strange. Often people who lost memories were frantic, scared, and confused but this girl was calm. She hadn't actually payed any more attention to her until she had spoken to her. How long, had she been here, heh, she had to actually think. She no longer kept track of days, so it caused her to actually think for a moment. When she figured it out she looked over to the little girl already lost in her own daydream. Unaware it was about her, but she thought it would be rude to disturb her. Shaking her head she moved to prep another dish for launch. Then came the loud grunt. It seemed Spitfire had came to check up on her again. A dutiful Pokemon if there ever was one. Then again he was stubborn and hard to deal with, even so she had gotten him to work. He was a good bit of help clearing out the stumps near her home. Elera pretended to ignore there little reunion for a few moments. Until she heard the creek of the bed sounded. Turning abruptly watching Bellariley try to stand up. Making a half rush to her side when she fell back onto the bed. When her eyes fell upon her she froze and stood watching her carefully. Those eyes said it all, 'I want to do this on my own.' Elera did not move as she stood again gaining her balance and making her slow journey to the window. She could tell how hard it was on her to walk that distance. She had already guessed what was going on. Not only did her body get damaged it seemed as though there was a bit of trauma to her brain. It caused her body to have difficulty remembering things initially. Elera was pleased to see the warm reunion between these two. Crossing her arms she leaned against the wall, while she watched them. Then Bellariley turned to ask her such a question. For a moment Elera had actually thought about it and could come to only a few conclusions. "Given your physical constitution, well maintained skin, hair that shows that you have never gone a day without bathing before now. Not to mention the unresponsiveness and clear fact your pokemon at least Spitfire there has no true battle experience. I would have to say no, but there is a likelihood that you are a trainer that has just recently set out on her Journey. Also given the fact that I found you near the cliff heading to Tallorin Village almost three days ago, it is likely. That place is where the first Gym is for most trainers. Though from what I understand the Leader has been missing for a while. Some say he made a trip to the Shadowlands. Though I suppose this is a bit much for you right now." Elera explained as she pondered why she had such wounds some were not consistent to falling, even off the side of a mountain, but that would have to wait for her to remember somethings before it could be answered. In that time Zorie had trotted in, her usual scowl on her little face. It seemed that one of them pissed her off. Likely Shadow given that Spitfire was there. Then again, him just running off and ignoring her would piss her off as well. Elera shook her head, and looked to Zorie. "Zorie can you please take care of watching after the stew? I am going to help Miss Bellariley take a bath. We need to get the blood cleaned out of her hair, and given her reaction when she awoke I doubt that she can do so herself." Elera explained to Zorie who huffed and transformed into a young child, with the tail and ears of a Zorua. Elera just shook her head, moved to Bellariley. "Sorry Spitfire but I am going to steal her for awhile. You can spend some time with her after Launch. But I will warn you again, burn my window frame anymore then you already have and I will extinguish your entire mane." Elera spoke in a calm and kind voice, but the venom that dripped from her tongue made it very clear she was quite serious. The black marks on the top of the window frame proved that he had caught it on fire at least once. Not surprising given his mane was made of fire, and he stuck his head into a wooden window. Elera gently took Bellariley's hand, and lead her to the bathroom. Once there, she would find a astounding sight, a large stone bath, with bubbling warm water, it was a hot spring. Outside of the hot spring was a stool and a shower. This type of bath would only be seen in the scattered special Inn's for people traveling to this land. It was proper edict to clean ones self before getting into the bath. "Please undress and I will help you with cleaning your hair. The rest I am sure you can do yourself, unless you would like me to help with that as well." Elera told Bellariley.
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Elera had taken note to her doll like reaction. It was a bit surprising, but after what had happened there was likely more damage then she originally had thought. As she stirred the stew she contemplated if her treatment might of had something to do with it. After all the age of the medicine and the fact she had recently administered a extra dose to her to ensure she didn't feel as much pain. Did she give her too much for her body to handle? No that couldn't be it, she made sure it was right. So many medical terms and thoughts rushed through her head, that for most people they would get dizzy. Then Bellariley spoke and her words made Elera turn to look at her. Her blank face emotionless face seemed to match Bellariley's empty voice. For a moment she was clearly stunned, then she began her thought process. Stepping away from the stove, leaning against a wall she began to ponder why her memories were absent. Even more so why she seemed to be a blank slate, even with memory loss, the loss of emotion like that was strange.
Often people who lost memories were frantic, scared, and confused but this girl was calm. She hadn't actually payed any more attention to her until she had spoken to her. How long, had she been here, heh, she had to actually think. She no longer kept track of days, so it caused her to actually think for a moment. When she figured it out she looked over to the little girl already lost in her own daydream. Unaware it was about her, but she thought it would be rude to disturb her. Shaking her head she moved to prep another dish for launch. Then came the loud grunt. It seemed Spitfire had came to check up on her again. A dutiful Pokemon if there ever was one. Then again he was stubborn and hard to deal with, even so she had gotten him to work. He was a good bit of help clearing out the stumps near her home. Elera pretended to ignore there little reunion for a few moments.
Until she heard the creek of the bed sounded. Turning abruptly watching Bellariley try to stand up. Making a half rush to her side when she fell back onto the bed. When her eyes fell upon her she froze and stood watching her carefully. Those eyes said it all, 'I want to do this on my own.' Elera did not move as she stood again gaining her balance and making her slow journey to the window. She could tell how hard it was on her to walk that distance. She had already guessed what was going on. Not only did her body get damaged it seemed as though there was a bit of trauma to her brain. It caused her body to have difficulty remembering things initially. Elera was pleased to see the warm reunion between these two. Crossing her arms she leaned against the wall, while she watched them.
Then Bellariley turned to ask her such a question. For a moment Elera had actually thought about it and could come to only a few conclusions. "Given your physical constitution, well maintained skin, hair that shows that you have never gone a day without bathing before now. Not to mention the unresponsiveness and clear fact your pokemon at least Spitfire there has no true battle experience. I would have to say no, but there is a likelihood that you are a trainer that has just recently set out on her Journey. Also given the fact that I found you near the cliff heading to Tallorin Village almost three days ago, it is likely. That place is where the first Gym is for most trainers. Though from what I understand the Leader has been missing for a while. Some say he made a trip to the Shadowlands. Though I suppose this is a bit much for you right now." Elera explained as she pondered why she had such wounds some were not consistent to falling, even off the side of a mountain, but that would have to wait for her to remember somethings before it could be answered. In that time Zorie had trotted in, her usual scowl on her little face. It seemed that one of them pissed her off. Likely Shadow given that Spitfire was there. Then again, him just running off and ignoring her would piss her off as well. Elera shook her head, and looked to Zorie. "Zorie can you please take care of watching after the stew? I am going to help Miss Bellariley take a bath. We need to get the blood cleaned out of her hair, and given her reaction when she awoke I doubt that she can do so herself." Elera explained to Zorie who huffed and transformed into a young child, with the tail and ears of a Zorua. Elera just shook her head, moved to Bellariley. "Sorry Spitfire but I am going to steal her for awhile. You can spend some time with her after Launch. But I will warn you again, burn my window frame anymore then you already have and I will extinguish your entire mane." Elera spoke in a calm and kind voice, but the venom that dripped from her tongue made it very clear she was quite serious. The black marks on the top of the window frame proved that he had caught it on fire at least once.
Not surprising given his mane was made of fire, and he stuck his head into a wooden window. Elera gently took Bellariley's hand, and lead her to the bathroom. Once there, she would find a astounding sight, a large stone bath, with bubbling warm water, it was a hot spring. Outside of the hot spring was a stool and a shower. This type of bath would only be seen in the scattered special Inn's for people traveling to this land. It was proper edict to clean ones self before getting into the bath. "Please undress and I will help you with cleaning your hair. The rest I am sure you can do yourself, unless you would like me to help with that as well." Elera told Bellariley with a stern voice. Though thinking about it, she was asking a lot of someone she only recently met. She had been told a lot that she was too stiff with people in how she talked and demanded things. Though she was unsure how she would react to how she was talking to her. What she was asking wasn't fair to her, despite how much it displeased her she knew she had to be fair. If she was to make Bellariley strip then, she should to.
Sighing deeply, she slowly removed her sleeves untying the sting that held them just below the shoulder. Revealing her small hands, that were astoundingly well maintained. Then came her robes, and what laid bare for Bellariley was not likely what she would expect. Her back was covered in scars, ranging from burns to cuts, all clearly ranging in age. Though with the technology of today it was likely they could remove some if not all of such scars with only a few treatments. So it indeed would leave the question that was clear that Elera did not want to answer of why they were still there. Elera quickly wrapped a towel around her small frame hiding the scars from view. Removing her socks and setting them in a pile out of the way. Turning then to see how Bellariley was coming along.
Often people who lost memories were frantic, scared, and confused but this girl was calm. She hadn't actually payed any more attention to her until she had spoken to her. How long, had she been here, heh, she had to actually think. She no longer kept track of days, so it caused her to actually think for a moment. When she figured it out she looked over to the little girl already lost in her own daydream. Unaware it was about her, but she thought it would be rude to disturb her. Shaking her head she moved to prep another dish for launch. Then came the loud grunt. It seemed Spitfire had came to check up on her again. A dutiful Pokemon if there ever was one. Then again he was stubborn and hard to deal with, even so she had gotten him to work. He was a good bit of help clearing out the stumps near her home. Elera pretended to ignore there little reunion for a few moments.
Until she heard the creek of the bed sounded. Turning abruptly watching Bellariley try to stand up. Making a half rush to her side when she fell back onto the bed. When her eyes fell upon her she froze and stood watching her carefully. Those eyes said it all, 'I want to do this on my own.' Elera did not move as she stood again gaining her balance and making her slow journey to the window. She could tell how hard it was on her to walk that distance. She had already guessed what was going on. Not only did her body get damaged it seemed as though there was a bit of trauma to her brain. It caused her body to have difficulty remembering things initially. Elera was pleased to see the warm reunion between these two. Crossing her arms she leaned against the wall, while she watched them.
Then Bellariley turned to ask her such a question. For a moment Elera had actually thought about it and could come to only a few conclusions. "Given your physical constitution, well maintained skin, hair that shows that you have never gone a day without bathing before now. Not to mention the unresponsiveness and clear fact your pokemon at least Spitfire there has no true battle experience. I would have to say no, but there is a likelihood that you are a trainer that has just recently set out on her Journey. Also given the fact that I found you near the cliff heading to Tallorin Village almost three days ago, it is likely. That place is where the first Gym is for most trainers. Though from what I understand the Leader has been missing for a while. Some say he made a trip to the Shadowlands. Though I suppose this is a bit much for you right now." Elera explained as she pondered why she had such wounds some were not consistent to falling, even off the side of a mountain, but that would have to wait for her to remember somethings before it could be answered. In that time Zorie had trotted in, her usual scowl on her little face. It seemed that one of them pissed her off. Likely Shadow given that Spitfire was there. Then again, him just running off and ignoring her would piss her off as well. Elera shook her head, and looked to Zorie. "Zorie can you please take care of watching after the stew? I am going to help Miss Bellariley take a bath. We need to get the blood cleaned out of her hair, and given her reaction when she awoke I doubt that she can do so herself." Elera explained to Zorie who huffed and transformed into a young child, with the tail and ears of a Zorua. Elera just shook her head, moved to Bellariley. "Sorry Spitfire but I am going to steal her for awhile. You can spend some time with her after Launch. But I will warn you again, burn my window frame anymore then you already have and I will extinguish your entire mane." Elera spoke in a calm and kind voice, but the venom that dripped from her tongue made it very clear she was quite serious. The black marks on the top of the window frame proved that he had caught it on fire at least once.
Not surprising given his mane was made of fire, and he stuck his head into a wooden window. Elera gently took Bellariley's hand, and lead her to the bathroom. Once there, she would find a astounding sight, a large stone bath, with bubbling warm water, it was a hot spring. Outside of the hot spring was a stool and a shower. This type of bath would only be seen in the scattered special Inn's for people traveling to this land. It was proper edict to clean ones self before getting into the bath. "Please undress and I will help you with cleaning your hair. The rest I am sure you can do yourself, unless you would like me to help with that as well." Elera told Bellariley with a stern voice. Though thinking about it, she was asking a lot of someone she only recently met. She had been told a lot that she was too stiff with people in how she talked and demanded things. Though she was unsure how she would react to how she was talking to her. What she was asking wasn't fair to her, despite how much it displeased her she knew she had to be fair. If she was to make Bellariley strip then, she should to.
Sighing deeply, she slowly removed her sleeves untying the sting that held them just below the shoulder. Revealing her small hands, that were astoundingly well maintained. Then came her robes, and what laid bare for Bellariley was not likely what she would expect. Her back was covered in scars, ranging from burns to cuts, all clearly ranging in age. Though with the technology of today it was likely they could remove some if not all of such scars with only a few treatments. So it indeed would leave the question that was clear that Elera did not want to answer of why they were still there. Elera quickly wrapped a towel around her small frame hiding the scars from view. Removing her socks and setting them in a pile out of the way. Turning then to see how Bellariley was coming along.