westhesnagger:

Though he couldn’t know exactly what they were saying, Wes could sense the doubts and conflict among the three guarding Pokemon.  They were here to keep this… this not-quite-a-human here.  He couldn’t call her a human anymore, but she was no Pokemon either - it was no wonder she was being held here.  Still, these three seemed to have come to some sort of settlement to allow it, and there was no need for conflict - nor did Wes want to.  The loyalty to their trainers was shining through in their hearts… there wasn’t any need for him to linger here any further.  He didn’t even have to hear that from Shira to know it.

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Waving to the Pokemon, Shira smiled over it’s shoulder to the Pokemon left behind, watching them stare.

“Auwaa!”

Shira affectionately smiled at Wes, nodding that white clad head eagerly as he took those scared hands and led them away from the group of Pokemon. Shira then looked to the blonde hero in front and stared blankly.

[ Wes?…Wes is the shepherd that will guide me to Black, the Hero of Truth. Wes…I have never heard your name from the Hero of Truth’s lips. The Hero of Truth has many friends. I suppose you must be one. ]

That male voice paused as they stopped. Shira examined the back of the Hero’s head, before gazing around, those blue eyes just behind Wes’. The whitehaired one looked to Seth and Thomas, and as all of them paused to try and listen, Shira stepped from Wes.

“Auwa..”

Placing that hand upon the Pokemon’s backs carefully, Shira rendered the layout of the castle within their minds. Using all of their telepathy together, Shira nodded a few times, smiling occasionally cracking before moving back to a straight face. Shira then raised it’s brows, before standing and twisting around, facing Wes again, white hair twirling about those petite shoulders.

All three of the Pokemon had seen the events of this castle.

[ The Hero of Truth, Black, my keeper, is here in this very castle. But we cannot stay here much longer. The fate of this castle is that it will fall, along with it’s maker. We must assume that Black will make his way out, but we must make our way to safety. Is there somewhere we can go, where I will not be discovered, and Black will certainly know where we are? A place the Hero of Truth finds solace and safety, himself?

I have shown Seth and Thomas…they now know the way around, and can lead you better, and faster, than I can within this human shell I find myself trapped within.

My name…My name is Shira. The form I take on now is a lie…The truth is, I am Reshiram, and you must get me to safety. ]

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westhesnagger:

vastwhitereshiram:

The figure stood and jerked it’s head in the direction those footsteps were heard from. It was so strange to be of the same height as another being besides Zekrom.

The three Pokemon became defensive, though.

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Wes watched the Pokemon’s reactions to his presence carefully, holding Seth and Thomas off from launching an attack.  Even if it meant letting them have the first strike in an ambush, avioding a conflict was more important at the moment, and he wasn’t going to provoke one if he could.

Her voice was weak and pitiful, but not quite human - and then a human voice that didn’t match her own was ringing in his head again.  What the hell was this?  This woman… was he wrong?  Was it possible the two things were one and the same?  What the hell did that make this girl, then?

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“…” Shira said nothing as the absolute stranger attempted to make peace…but already tense nerves worsened, gut squeezing in a strange manner as Shira’s head jerked, facing the sound.

“Auwwa?

…”

Fists clenched as the apparent female looked back to the man, ears still vaguely listening to it’s brother’s destruction. Damn these human ears…their hearing was very limited and the sound picked up was only muffled and distant.

It’s attentions soon went back to the human with the gold eyes.

How could I ever truly know? In this forme…I know nothing.

And then, Shira heard the name of the one that bestowed the nickname of “Shira,” as well as the initial of the Hero of Ideals.

This man would be the shepherd to lead the way!

A smile broke through as tears kept welling. Shira gave a hasty nod as that feminine, pale hand took the hand of the shepherd with the golden eyes.

The three Pokemon looked to them and the Swanna lifted a wing to interrupt.

“Lilligant!! Lilli!” The Lilligant grabbed that same wing and shook it’s head quickly. [ Don’t! You know this is bad news! We can’t keep him here! ]

“Swanna nana!” Swanna growled low it’s way. [ Good or bad, it is our trainer’s orders! What will Cress say when Cress gets back and Reshiram is not here?! ]

“Mani-tan!!” Darmanitan then stomped a fist. [ That’s Reshiram! He is a God! You don’t mess with that stuff, guys! Masters knew that, too! ]

Lilligant nodded. “Lilli Lilligant Lilli Lilligant Lilli, Lilligant Lilligant Lilli Lilli! Gant gant, Lilligant gant Lilli Lilli gant gant, Lilligant! Lilligant Lilli gant gant!” [ Our trainers love us no matter what, they have never held our own judgments against us! We must do the right thing by ourselves, even if it means punishment in the end, Swanna! That is our trainer’s true path! ]

Shira looked between them before smiling.

[ They mustn’t come with us. They must await their trainers and ensure them of their loyalty, despite where it may lead them in the end. ]

Shira then looked to the three Pokemon. [ I leave you three with the message of my safety with this shepherd. Rejoin with with your trainers. I thank you for all of your help…and I wish you all the best of luck. ]

So with that, Shira gripped Wes’ hand, allowing him to take her wherever he would like.

[ Lead the way, my shepherd. ]

[ Place what in me? What does that entail?…]

westhesnagger:

vastwhitereshiram:

Shira kept curled within the protection of the three..

The very beautiful Lilligant,

handsome Darmanitan,

and the graceful Swanna.

All three Pokemon were so kind and yet none of them soothed Reshiram’s lost and lonely heart.

“Auuwaaa…”

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He had not expected to hear the voice in his mind.  So focused was he on studying the scene with his other senses, it was the last thing he expected.  That cry for help, directed very distinctly at him.

It wasn’t necessary to draw his attention, nor was it necessary for him to stick his nose in - but it sure didn’t hurt.

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The figure stood and jerked it’s head in the direction those footsteps were heard from. It was so strange to be of the same height as another being besides Zekrom.

The three Pokemon became defensive, though.

Swanna stepped toward Wes in a threatening hurl.

Darmanitan raised an angry fist toward Swanna and slammed it against the floor, arguing with it’s decision to obey their trainers, and defy what they knew, deep within their blood, to be what was correct as Pokemon.

Lilligant, worried, held it’s arms out in front of the Water and Fire types.

Lilligant began speaking between them, and as she did, Swanna kept it’s ground and Darmanitan continued to bother it. Shira took a step forward. The wobbly feet had calmed, and Shira looked down among them.

That deep, male voice was heard again.

[ Please…I ask that you allow this man to help me. I cannot stay here, I must return to the Hero of Truth…! ]

“Auwaa!!!” That meek, high-pitched voice sounded as those blue eyes examined the trainer before them, before it placed a hand upon the beautiful Lilligant’s head. The Darmanitan and Swanna stopped arguing, and looked to Reshiram.

[ You say you are a Hero…But you are not the Hero of Truth. I cannot allow my desperation to lead me in this forme…so please…tell me…Do you know the Hero of Truth? I will only go with you…if you will lead me to him. ]

Shira looked down to the Pokemon at Wes’ feet, smiling kindly in greeting. Shira knew a lie would be easily debunked with the self-proclaimed hero as soon as he answered…The Pokemon seemed very well kept, and Shira sensed a very deep history between them and the trainer that kept them…But sensed earnest in the Pokemon’s position and choice.

Shira would have to hear what she wanted to from the unorthodox hero before her.

westhesnagger:

Five years.  Five years since he’d taken on Cipher, yet his skills had not declined in the slightest.

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Shira kept curled within the protection of the three..

The very beautiful Lilligant,

handsome Darmanitan,

and the graceful Swanna.

All three Pokemon were so kind and yet none of them soothed Reshiram’s lost and lonely heart.

“Auuwaaa…”

The human looking person-male or female, it was unknown-spoke, and it did sound female.

Those beautiful lips parted to create the misguided sound that erupted from it’s throat.

Eyes widened as it sensed someone…

[I sense you here. Please…Come closer. They won’t harm you.]

That male sounding telepathic voice communicated to the three beings. Two Pokemon and one curious human.

[I require assistance…Could you please help me?]

Shira’s head lifted from his knees, white locks of thickly woven hair draping heavily around it’s shoulders, providing warmth.

Shira then stood up behind the three Pokemon, despite it’s clumsiness and wobbly first steps.

He whined and pushed before pouting, feeling the lack of turbine reaction from it’s backside.

Ghetsis had dressed him in something very nice. Reshiram was wearing a satin white dress which was sleeveless, wrapping tightly about that flat chest with a bow. The bow and chest were neatly lined in a beautiful black trim, and it hung off of Shira’s shapeless body perfectly, allowing perfect room for motion.

Shira looked around as though within the few moments it took for him to gain balance was precious time someone could have left.

[Please don’t leave me…] The deep voice sounded again. [I cannot bear to be alone!…I ache…I need help! Please…Please don’t leave me…]

New tears streamed down the trails of old ones as Reshiram sobbed again, standing weakly in place. It was upset, lonely, and cold in this garment. It shook on it’s feet with misery.

The Lilligant attempted to comfort the sad ex-Pokemon, as Darmanitan rubbed Shira’s hip with a friendly hand, all the while Swanna watched, seemingly a bit cold, but still watching nonetheless. None of the Pokemon seemed to be aware of the intruders…But would they really care at this point? They all were very aware of just what Pokemon this human used to be, the smell was all over it, and the aura radiated. There was just a confusion of appearance for the Pokemon…But they knew, and honestly, to keep Shira safe would be their mission, whether their Masters would agree or not.

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The three walked from Reshiram’s forme, and as they did, Reshiram reached a weak arm outward.

Please don’t leave me.

I don’t care who you are or what you intend to do with me…

But I hurt…

I hurt so very much.

Please…

Please don’t go.

Reshiram’s hand dropped back to it’s side, a weak twitch of it’s fingertips in reaction to it’s newly gained bone structure.

It had come to.

Everything felt so different. It’s arms were no longer large and outspread for flying, but pointless and short…only about half of it’s structure, now, with absolutely everything exposed. Small, fleshy nubs where claws prepared to defend once were, each with intricate bones to move each and every portion. Knees bent backward instead of a propelling backward for speed. There would be no flying, as there were no wings. There was no warmth from body hair, and there was certainly no fire…everything was so very cold.

Everything felt cold.

Everything felt alone.

Tears fell from Reshiram’s eyes, and meek, quiet sobs fell from what were now foreign, puffy lips where a long snout should have been.

Why?!

Reshiram felt this emotion evoke a different physical reaction. Chest heaved, and an unbearable sadness overtook the physical.

It overflowed and brought Reshiram to tears with a handicap, unable to contain how terribly lost Reshiram felt.

Tears streamed down the curves of flesh that formed Reshiram’s cheeks. The more crying happened, the wetter Reshiram’s face became.

Arms weakly outspread, wrists oddly bending downward as each bed of knuckles pointed at the wall in front of Reshiram, fingertips idly hanging toward the floor. Those arms waved up and down…When Reshiram panicked, Reshiram flew toward it’s freedom.

There was no freedom here.

Frustrated, Reshiram pushed…but that evoked another sense entirely. Eyes widened and that hand shakily reached back, smoothing over it’s backside. It touched the small of it’s back, then scooped it’s bottom once more.

“Auuwaaaa…”

Quickly, a gasp shot out, before fingertips quivered in front of Reshiram’s mouth.

M…My voice…

This voice that came out wasn’t what it was once used to. There was a high note unreachable by humans before that would surely scare away any offenders.

[Does this voice still work?]

Ah… The telepathic voice Reshiram heard was stern as it always had been. Some sense of normality was still there.

But that human voice…It was so small and…feminine.

“…Auuuwaaa?”

Biting down on such a small bed of teeth, feeling the new tongue that seemed latched to the bottom of it’s mouth, Reshiram sighed and threw itself back against the wall. Bending those elbows with their newness, Reshiram wrapped arms about itself, and curled it’s knees up to it’s chest.

Reshiram, now beginning to think outside of itself, saw the Pokemon that surrounded him. A beautiful, and very well kept Lilligant, an elegant Swanna, along with a brutish Darmanitan. They all stared at Reshiram crazed, as if they couldn’t believe it with their own eyes.

Reshiram stared at Swanna an extra second more.

Oh if only I could have wings…

A quiet whine escaped it’s helpless throat and all three Pokemon showed some sign of alarm. Lilligant examined closer, Darmanitan exclaimed something of surprise, and Swanna blinked and sweatdropped, a bit chilled.

“Auuuwa?” Reshiram leaned forward. [Why am I in this forme? Can any of you tell me?]

…All three Pokemon shook their heads, nervously, almost sadly, pitying the Pokemon encased in that humanoid shell. They knew better.

Reshiram sighed deeply as it sat in defeat…it’s mind cluttered with what’s, when’s and why’s.

Shira longed for it’s Hero of Truth to retrieve it…Longed to be in the hero’s arms, protected in the teenage boy’s PokeBall. While it sensed Black’s presence…it couldn’t help but have those senses dulled by everything else new going on. Everything that was once keen seemed like white noise and fuzz.

After all it had been through, it was tired of the pain and endurance tests. It was tired of trying.

“Auuwaa…” It’s head lowered…sadly awaiting it’s hero.