She/Them
15 (Estimated)
April 5th
Route 119/Fortree
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Wandering Wildchild
Cadet
A Meteoric Den [Ettie's Exhibit]
POSTED ON May 27, 2024 2:16:06 GMT
When Ebon had first come to Ettie's pack, it had begun as a simple symbiotic relationship. There was safety in numbers, in a pack - survival. And in turn, he got to slake his thirst for thrills; be it in joining hunting parties to provide food for the pack, or chasing off intruders, or protecting his kin.
It was perhaps, the lattermost, that becoming a Shadow amidst those strange lifelike dreams had touched upon the most. The thirst for thrills became a bloodlust; one that he had eagerly indulged in, tearing apart the featureless avatars of others, and even preying upon other Shadow pokemon.
Even after becoming Purified, there was a certain part of the mindless violence that spoke to his baser instincts, the ones that separate Man from 'Mon. But with the sense that being a Shadow had once stolen from him, he understood that to simply indulge in that bloodshed as he pleased would eventually result in an early grave.
Grave. That was a funny concept to think about, truly. Because even if there were pokemon who took after the concept - Houndstone, for instance - graveyards were something that humans made. Not so much pokemon - or at least, not most wild pokemon. That which died would be eaten, if not by other wild pokemon, then by life itself.
But then, after the dreams had come to an end, there had been another change. A slower one. His thoughts, they became more introspective. More elaborate. Things began to make more sense, when before he pushed them from his mind simply because he saw no reason to try and understand it.
Whenever he saw Haru reading something, he had taken to joining the Delphox - and though he was originally as illiterate as the young human they followed... He, over time, found it easier and easier to pick up on the words before him - especially with Haru's guidance. Perhaps easier than it would've otherwise been, normally.
Whenever he looked to the more unorthodox-seeming human creations, such as vehicles, they became all the more comprehensible. Of course cars, bikes, and the like existed; they were ways to get further on less energy, without expecting a pokemon to bear one's burdens.
The world, it felt all the more vibrant now that he could take the time to consider it and actually understand it... Although, there were things that felt more grim, too.
It had become all the more apparent, during the time spent on that strange ship, and the darkened city it had taken the pack to. That a human's ability to cooperate only went as far as it was convenient, more often than not; the second that danger was no more, that they had fought alongside one another as a pack but moments ago mattered not.
Something was on the air - the sense that this would not be the last time he witnessed such combat. He could only hope, that their young packleader would not have her gentle self be marred by the violence that was approaching...
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