IC:
Eliadon soared through the skies, making sure that he kept the new Pok?morph in his sight. Ever since he had fused with his Charizard, Eliadon had been dieing to try out a Flamethrower. Maybe, if the Pok?morph proved dangerous, Eliadon might get the chance. He had already managed to pull off a couple of physical moves, and had actually performed a, rather shaky, but good anyway, Seismic Toss with a large boulder. It had shattered into dust.
But he had never tried one of a Charizards special attacks. Well, for starters he didn't know how to perform them, but that was a different matter. All that amttered now was whether this new Pok?morph was an enemy, or a friend. It was almost like a decision between life and death.
It was all very well to tell himself to go and talk to the Pok?morph, but doing it was much harder. And there was always that buzzing doubt that this person could hurt you the minute he set eyes on you. It was not a good doubt to have, no matter who, what, where, when, how, or why.
But a doubt like that must be listened to, so Eliadon listened, and stayed in the air. But this was proving a diffucult feat. With no thermals to rest on, Eliadon had to rely on his wing muscles alone, and they were slowly weakneing. He considered going back to the others, and was about to do so, when his wings gave way.
He fell towards the ground, gaining speed by the second. He could feel the Charizard instincts saying: "Pull up!", but he couldn't. Sudddenly, there was a sharp pain in his back as he collided with the canopy, and then dropped through the branches. he sustained several scratches, but none more painful than one that raked him underneath his left eye.
Blood flew from his wounds, but he couldn't care less. With a painful bump, Eliadon landed on the forest's floor, pooling black blood onto the ground. And without warning, he passed out...
OOC: Too bad that none of us is a Chansey Pok?morph...:P
