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Metamorphosis
A/n- My first Pokemon fic (not the first one I wrote…put the first I ever put up) I always had an interest in morphs, and I finally wrote a fic on it! Please support me by sending reviews! You know an author's fuel are reviews, right?
Summary:
+"Throughout my life, I was able to see through the eyes of Pokemon. When I felt like racing through the field, I took the form of a Ninetales; and when I want the cool clear water against my skin, I became a Milotic; and when I heard the wind call, I morphed into a Swello and pulsed my wings to meet the sky."
For as long as I could recall, I have the ability to Morph into any Pokemon I choose. Life in the forest had been great until one day I found my new home inside a Pokeball. This is a story about my journey as a Ninetales with my new "master" who never blinked twice at my humanoid behaiviors. Then again, Seith was never wary of his surroundings...
Chapter 1
Gently, I slipped down the oak tree I used as my temporary home for the night. The smell of morning dew mixed with the scent of a waking forest filled my lung. Faraway, I could hear the last hoot of a Noctowl before he slumbers.
I ran a hand through my strawberry-blond hair, hoping to look formidably groomed. A simple white dress hung loosely on my body, serving no other purpose than to cover some private parts. I felt the moss releasing its moisture as I stepped on the forest ground with my bare feet.
I started to walk with my two legs. I despise human legs; they were considerably slower than some of the Pokemon. I felt the urge to Morph, but I knew if I Morph on an empty stomach, I would surely find myself waking up to a setting sun wondering where had the day gone.
I joined the breakfast table with some Zigzagoons. They were happily chomping on some Pecha berries and paid no mind of me when I stole some. I popped them in my mouth one by one as I ask a feeding Aipom to knock some Rawst berries of the tree for me. The Aipom looked at me mischievously, and I knew I asked the wrong Pokemon.
I spent the next 15 minutes dodging flying fruits that I asked to "get down" for me.
After some distance and my white dress dyed in a nice shade of purple. I tempted a Morph despite my protesting stomach. A second later, a sixteen-year-old girl was replaced with a Swellow and a fallen dress.
I rolled my shoulder and stretched my wings, letting the wind blow through the feathers. A growl from my stomach cut my enjoyment short. Food first, before I plummet down from the sky and potentially be someone's free lunch.
I grabbed my dress with my talons and pushed hard upward with my wings. Before I knew it, I was circling the sky with the forest beneath me. I allowed my keen sense of hearing take over.
The language of Pokemon flowed into my ear. I had no trouble interpreting the language of Pokemon when I became one of them. Right beneath me, I could hear bickering in a nest of Swablu over how one them took most of the room in the nest again. Behind me, a group of Bidoof mourned over the lost of their newly completed dam. To the north, a Gyarados roared with frustration as his prey escaped from his gasping mouth.
I could definitely sympathize with the Gyarados. I was flying in a wave-like manner and starting to see sandwiches lying out on the forest floor. I shook my head, and refocused; strangely, the sandwiches are still there.
I almost wept tears of joy; I haven't had real food for almost a week. And honestly, I was getting mighty sick living off berries.
I swooped down and landed on the nearest tree, dropping my dress beside me before I morphed again. This time, I chose the pre-evolution of the Pokemon I was. A Tallow is smaller, and more agile; perfect for a quick dive for the food and get away before I had the potential of getting caught.
I assessed my situation. The sandwiches were left on a stump with a bag beside it; a sleeping Umbreon was the only one guarding them.
I prepared for my Swoop of Lightning; a voice made me stiffen and almost caused me fall from my perch. I looked at the interloper ungratefully.
"Arios! Get up! You're supposed to be GUARDING the food!" A male voice came just behind the rows of bushes that were out of my sight. The Umbreon stretched lazily and grumbled something along the lines of 'I got it under control'. The Umbreon walked toward who I suppose is his master and greeted him with affection. I was finally able to get a glimpse of his profiles.
He looked around the same age as me, dark-haired, dark eyed with a slim build. He was bending down so I could not get a good look at his height, but I would guess he was pretty tall.
"If someone swipe those sandwiches, we're all taking your share of food." The trainer teased his Umbreon good-naturedly.
I found how he voiced my intentions ironic, but I couldn't laugh because he was reaching toward MY breakfast!
On an impulse, I lashed down from where I perched and dove straight for the one he was about to pick up. I took him by surprise and he retracted his hand in shock. Perfect, I had a clear view to snatch them all.
Feeling quite greedy and perhaps too egotistical, I swooped again to pick up one of the sandwiches I missed with my beak. After the succession of that one, I tried to fly away with two sandwiches in my talon and one in my beak. Unfortunately, I overestimated the carrying capacity of a small Tallow with an empty stomach.
A yelp of an Umbreon right beneath me pushed me to fly higher, it took all my strength just to reach an altitude where a leaping Umbreon cannot reach. The Umbreon beneath me leaped and leaped again, each time snapping his jaw at my talons. After awhile, the Umbreon stopped and settled to watch me struggling to fly in place.
It must be quite comical from an observer's perspective. A pathetic Tallow trying to fly away with too big of a load, and an Umbreon taunting the small bird Pokemon hoping she will drop her goods.
"What's wrong little birdie? Three sandwiches are too heavy for ya?" Arios the Umbreon smirked, I would give an equally degrading comeback, but my beak was currently occupied.
Knowing I must swallow my pride if I were to get any food at all, I unclenched the sandwiches and they landed squarely on the Umbreon's head.
'You wanted them? Now you have them!' I mentally rebutted and pushed my wings to fly away with the last shred of my dignity and one measly sandwich.
I laid on a grassy plain in my human form digesting my barely filling meal. I flew back after I ate (this time as a bigger bird Pokemon) to retrieve my dress and to scout the area for other humans that might have food on them. The trainer and his conceit Umbreon were nowhere to be found.
I rubbed my slightly sprained ankle from a funny landing just a minute before. I was feeling quite lightheaded from hunger, and despite my better judgment, I decided to Morph again.
This time I took on my favorite form; a sleek, agile, and graceful Ninetales. This form makes me feel beautiful, fast, and powerful. Each one of my nine tails swished as I sped down the grassy plain; my bad mood behind me as I ran forward.
I couldn't race along the edge of the forest like how I love to do everyday. My ankle throbbed, and I was again seeing sandwiches in the air along with the face of a certain Umbreon taunting me; but this time, when I cleared my head, the images disappeared.
Dropping my dress in front to me, I panted and shifted my weight so my ankle no longer throbbed. My bad mood caught up with me again, and I laid down on the undulating grassy plain to rest while I brooded over my lack of luck.
My head dropped onto my front paws, and I drifted partially into unconsciousness. I perked up my ears to listen to those telltale sounds of danger.
The soft sound of approaching paw-steps snapped me into attention. Behind some trees a couple of meters away from me, I could see an emerging black shape that looks strangely like the Umbreon from this morning.
I felt slightly ticked off; 'oh by the fire of Ho-oh, snap out of it' I told myself.
A new sound aroused my attention again. A set of human footsteps followed the paw-steps. When I raised my head again, the very same pair from this morning was only a few meters in front of me, looking very real and solid.
"Oh look Arios! It's a Ninetales!" The trainer beamed and full of childlike enthusiasm. The Umbreon nodded toward me in acknowledgement, I felt obliged to greet him back despite our previous encounter that left bitter feelings in me. Of course, he had no way of knowing I was the very same Tallow that made a swoop for the breakfast.
"She's a unique Ninetales too." The boy piped with a curious tone as he stared into my right eye. I knew he was wondering about the golden coloration of it, I turned away so he could no longer see it.
All I need were three things for a Morph: a glimpse of the Pokemon, a touch of its fur, and sample of its cry. Once I had all three, I could take its form anytime I choose. My Morphs were all perfect, except the coloration of one of my eye. Either in my human form or Pokemon form, my right eye was always the color of butterscotch.
I tensed and rose up to my paws. I knew what was coming next. Arios the Umbreon tensed too as his trainer searched his bag for a certain item. I did not need to see what he pulled out, I was only aware of the fact that I need to win this fight.
Sneaking in an attack first, I lunged at the dark-type creature with a quick attack. The Umbreon yelped in surprise as I knocked him off balance. Wasting no time, I let out a powerful flamethrower.
Parts of the Umbreon's fur were singed. But the Umbreon shook it off and snapped into attention now. He rebutted with a faint attack.
"Arios, double team!" The trainer commanded. His Pokemon surrounded me with numerous copies of himself to confuse me. I wasted no time to find the right one; I released a powerful fire spin to cover the area.
When the fire died out, a distinctive circle was formed where the grass was burnt away. The Umbreon stood on the edge of the perimeter, unharmed.
I huffed, I knew that move was idiotic and wasted much of my energy. Perhaps lack of food makes me impatient, but I knew at this rate I will be captured.
I used another quick attack to close our distance and deliver a clean blow. But I was slower than usual and Umbreon easily moved out of the way. Unable to stop myself, I plunged to the ground dealing a hefty amount of damage to myself.
I cursed myself for being so stupid. Given up, I waited for the final blow. But strangely, the trainer halted his Umbreon and knelt next to when I had lain.
I raised my proud head and growled; I made a quick snap at his outstretched hand. He retracted just in time to save his fingers.
"You better not try anything," His Umbreon growled protectively, "Or I will personally rip out that shiny coat of yours."
I glared at him. I heard his trainer chuckle as he sat moved a little farther away to give me space.
"It wasn't a fair fight," he explained in a matter-a-fact manner, "You are injured, and looks like you're not in your best of health too."
I gawked at him like he was a member of the rare species of shiny Pokemon.
"If you let me," he went on, "I would like to try again, after you're fixed up of course. Would you allow me to take care of you for a while?"
I stared at him in disbelief. Seeing that I wasn't relenting, he spoke again.
"I promise I won't try anything funny." He pledged. His Umbreon murmured about how his owner is always keeps his promise.
I still had my doubts. And he used his last resort.
"We're having stew tonight, if you're interested."
I was instantly won over. I limped obediently behind him as I imagine the sweet taste of meat in my mouth.
A/n- Give me your opinions please! Reviews are the life force for writers! Please feed me! ^_^
A/n- My first Pokemon fic (not the first one I wrote…put the first I ever put up) I always had an interest in morphs, and I finally wrote a fic on it! Please support me by sending reviews! You know an author's fuel are reviews, right?
Summary:
+"Throughout my life, I was able to see through the eyes of Pokemon. When I felt like racing through the field, I took the form of a Ninetales; and when I want the cool clear water against my skin, I became a Milotic; and when I heard the wind call, I morphed into a Swello and pulsed my wings to meet the sky."
For as long as I could recall, I have the ability to Morph into any Pokemon I choose. Life in the forest had been great until one day I found my new home inside a Pokeball. This is a story about my journey as a Ninetales with my new "master" who never blinked twice at my humanoid behaiviors. Then again, Seith was never wary of his surroundings...
Chapter 1
Gently, I slipped down the oak tree I used as my temporary home for the night. The smell of morning dew mixed with the scent of a waking forest filled my lung. Faraway, I could hear the last hoot of a Noctowl before he slumbers.
I ran a hand through my strawberry-blond hair, hoping to look formidably groomed. A simple white dress hung loosely on my body, serving no other purpose than to cover some private parts. I felt the moss releasing its moisture as I stepped on the forest ground with my bare feet.
I started to walk with my two legs. I despise human legs; they were considerably slower than some of the Pokemon. I felt the urge to Morph, but I knew if I Morph on an empty stomach, I would surely find myself waking up to a setting sun wondering where had the day gone.
I joined the breakfast table with some Zigzagoons. They were happily chomping on some Pecha berries and paid no mind of me when I stole some. I popped them in my mouth one by one as I ask a feeding Aipom to knock some Rawst berries of the tree for me. The Aipom looked at me mischievously, and I knew I asked the wrong Pokemon.
I spent the next 15 minutes dodging flying fruits that I asked to "get down" for me.
After some distance and my white dress dyed in a nice shade of purple. I tempted a Morph despite my protesting stomach. A second later, a sixteen-year-old girl was replaced with a Swellow and a fallen dress.
I rolled my shoulder and stretched my wings, letting the wind blow through the feathers. A growl from my stomach cut my enjoyment short. Food first, before I plummet down from the sky and potentially be someone's free lunch.
I grabbed my dress with my talons and pushed hard upward with my wings. Before I knew it, I was circling the sky with the forest beneath me. I allowed my keen sense of hearing take over.
The language of Pokemon flowed into my ear. I had no trouble interpreting the language of Pokemon when I became one of them. Right beneath me, I could hear bickering in a nest of Swablu over how one them took most of the room in the nest again. Behind me, a group of Bidoof mourned over the lost of their newly completed dam. To the north, a Gyarados roared with frustration as his prey escaped from his gasping mouth.
I could definitely sympathize with the Gyarados. I was flying in a wave-like manner and starting to see sandwiches lying out on the forest floor. I shook my head, and refocused; strangely, the sandwiches are still there.
I almost wept tears of joy; I haven't had real food for almost a week. And honestly, I was getting mighty sick living off berries.
I swooped down and landed on the nearest tree, dropping my dress beside me before I morphed again. This time, I chose the pre-evolution of the Pokemon I was. A Tallow is smaller, and more agile; perfect for a quick dive for the food and get away before I had the potential of getting caught.
I assessed my situation. The sandwiches were left on a stump with a bag beside it; a sleeping Umbreon was the only one guarding them.
I prepared for my Swoop of Lightning; a voice made me stiffen and almost caused me fall from my perch. I looked at the interloper ungratefully.
"Arios! Get up! You're supposed to be GUARDING the food!" A male voice came just behind the rows of bushes that were out of my sight. The Umbreon stretched lazily and grumbled something along the lines of 'I got it under control'. The Umbreon walked toward who I suppose is his master and greeted him with affection. I was finally able to get a glimpse of his profiles.
He looked around the same age as me, dark-haired, dark eyed with a slim build. He was bending down so I could not get a good look at his height, but I would guess he was pretty tall.
"If someone swipe those sandwiches, we're all taking your share of food." The trainer teased his Umbreon good-naturedly.
I found how he voiced my intentions ironic, but I couldn't laugh because he was reaching toward MY breakfast!
On an impulse, I lashed down from where I perched and dove straight for the one he was about to pick up. I took him by surprise and he retracted his hand in shock. Perfect, I had a clear view to snatch them all.
Feeling quite greedy and perhaps too egotistical, I swooped again to pick up one of the sandwiches I missed with my beak. After the succession of that one, I tried to fly away with two sandwiches in my talon and one in my beak. Unfortunately, I overestimated the carrying capacity of a small Tallow with an empty stomach.
A yelp of an Umbreon right beneath me pushed me to fly higher, it took all my strength just to reach an altitude where a leaping Umbreon cannot reach. The Umbreon beneath me leaped and leaped again, each time snapping his jaw at my talons. After awhile, the Umbreon stopped and settled to watch me struggling to fly in place.
It must be quite comical from an observer's perspective. A pathetic Tallow trying to fly away with too big of a load, and an Umbreon taunting the small bird Pokemon hoping she will drop her goods.
"What's wrong little birdie? Three sandwiches are too heavy for ya?" Arios the Umbreon smirked, I would give an equally degrading comeback, but my beak was currently occupied.
Knowing I must swallow my pride if I were to get any food at all, I unclenched the sandwiches and they landed squarely on the Umbreon's head.
'You wanted them? Now you have them!' I mentally rebutted and pushed my wings to fly away with the last shred of my dignity and one measly sandwich.
I laid on a grassy plain in my human form digesting my barely filling meal. I flew back after I ate (this time as a bigger bird Pokemon) to retrieve my dress and to scout the area for other humans that might have food on them. The trainer and his conceit Umbreon were nowhere to be found.
I rubbed my slightly sprained ankle from a funny landing just a minute before. I was feeling quite lightheaded from hunger, and despite my better judgment, I decided to Morph again.
This time I took on my favorite form; a sleek, agile, and graceful Ninetales. This form makes me feel beautiful, fast, and powerful. Each one of my nine tails swished as I sped down the grassy plain; my bad mood behind me as I ran forward.
I couldn't race along the edge of the forest like how I love to do everyday. My ankle throbbed, and I was again seeing sandwiches in the air along with the face of a certain Umbreon taunting me; but this time, when I cleared my head, the images disappeared.
Dropping my dress in front to me, I panted and shifted my weight so my ankle no longer throbbed. My bad mood caught up with me again, and I laid down on the undulating grassy plain to rest while I brooded over my lack of luck.
My head dropped onto my front paws, and I drifted partially into unconsciousness. I perked up my ears to listen to those telltale sounds of danger.
The soft sound of approaching paw-steps snapped me into attention. Behind some trees a couple of meters away from me, I could see an emerging black shape that looks strangely like the Umbreon from this morning.
I felt slightly ticked off; 'oh by the fire of Ho-oh, snap out of it' I told myself.
A new sound aroused my attention again. A set of human footsteps followed the paw-steps. When I raised my head again, the very same pair from this morning was only a few meters in front of me, looking very real and solid.
"Oh look Arios! It's a Ninetales!" The trainer beamed and full of childlike enthusiasm. The Umbreon nodded toward me in acknowledgement, I felt obliged to greet him back despite our previous encounter that left bitter feelings in me. Of course, he had no way of knowing I was the very same Tallow that made a swoop for the breakfast.
"She's a unique Ninetales too." The boy piped with a curious tone as he stared into my right eye. I knew he was wondering about the golden coloration of it, I turned away so he could no longer see it.
All I need were three things for a Morph: a glimpse of the Pokemon, a touch of its fur, and sample of its cry. Once I had all three, I could take its form anytime I choose. My Morphs were all perfect, except the coloration of one of my eye. Either in my human form or Pokemon form, my right eye was always the color of butterscotch.
I tensed and rose up to my paws. I knew what was coming next. Arios the Umbreon tensed too as his trainer searched his bag for a certain item. I did not need to see what he pulled out, I was only aware of the fact that I need to win this fight.
Sneaking in an attack first, I lunged at the dark-type creature with a quick attack. The Umbreon yelped in surprise as I knocked him off balance. Wasting no time, I let out a powerful flamethrower.
Parts of the Umbreon's fur were singed. But the Umbreon shook it off and snapped into attention now. He rebutted with a faint attack.
"Arios, double team!" The trainer commanded. His Pokemon surrounded me with numerous copies of himself to confuse me. I wasted no time to find the right one; I released a powerful fire spin to cover the area.
When the fire died out, a distinctive circle was formed where the grass was burnt away. The Umbreon stood on the edge of the perimeter, unharmed.
I huffed, I knew that move was idiotic and wasted much of my energy. Perhaps lack of food makes me impatient, but I knew at this rate I will be captured.
I used another quick attack to close our distance and deliver a clean blow. But I was slower than usual and Umbreon easily moved out of the way. Unable to stop myself, I plunged to the ground dealing a hefty amount of damage to myself.
I cursed myself for being so stupid. Given up, I waited for the final blow. But strangely, the trainer halted his Umbreon and knelt next to when I had lain.
I raised my proud head and growled; I made a quick snap at his outstretched hand. He retracted just in time to save his fingers.
"You better not try anything," His Umbreon growled protectively, "Or I will personally rip out that shiny coat of yours."
I glared at him. I heard his trainer chuckle as he sat moved a little farther away to give me space.
"It wasn't a fair fight," he explained in a matter-a-fact manner, "You are injured, and looks like you're not in your best of health too."
I gawked at him like he was a member of the rare species of shiny Pokemon.
"If you let me," he went on, "I would like to try again, after you're fixed up of course. Would you allow me to take care of you for a while?"
I stared at him in disbelief. Seeing that I wasn't relenting, he spoke again.
"I promise I won't try anything funny." He pledged. His Umbreon murmured about how his owner is always keeps his promise.
I still had my doubts. And he used his last resort.
"We're having stew tonight, if you're interested."
I was instantly won over. I limped obediently behind him as I imagine the sweet taste of meat in my mouth.
A/n- Give me your opinions please! Reviews are the life force for writers! Please feed me! ^_^