XxSweetDreamsxX
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Lydia, Lilah Amada
Outside Battle Tent
"I'm here...to sort things right," Nocturne replied to her, "My dad taught me a lot of things. About war, about peace, above love...but alas...I don't know what I should do. I'm on my own now, and I have to make my own decisions...but I know what's right, and what's wrong, and I will try to stop the War...in a different way." She was both scared and proud of her son; scared for his safety, but overall proud of the man he was growing up to be. The Zoroark nodded with a false smile, stopping as she felt emotions flow outward her son. Tears were forming in his eyes. Lydia also felt the urge to join in, but refused the tears, concentrating on her son who was now hugging her.
She wrapped her long arms around him in reply, a small smile on her face. She hadn't truly smiled for years, not since the hatching of her daughter. The two dark-types didn't look to be separating, pokemon moving by with stares. Lydia was oblivious to them. "I love you mom...I love you so much...and t-thanks for being here with me..."her son said through telepathy. She shed a tear at his loving words, her warm fur soaking up the moisture before it ran clean off her cheek. He loved her. That was all a mother truly wanted; her baby's love.
Her son made her think of Lilah. How was she reacting to all of this? Glancing to the side for a quick moment, the Zoroark noticed her Eevee child had gone elsewhere. Panic struck into Lydia right away. Where had she gone? Looking back at her son, she didn't want to spoil the moment, but…
Lilah, Lydia Amada
Lilycove – Fortree
I'm ready. All those years of being trapped at home… I'm free!
The Eevee couldn't be more excited, giggling nonstop as she walked within the crowds of pokemon around her. All of them looked burly, stronger and much larger than the small fox. Lilah paid little attention to the pokemon surrounding her though, more focused on where the group was heading and the rest of her surroundings. Winter made the world around her almost pure white, many more icy crystals falling here than it did near her hometown. Another thing that struck her was the few, cut-out cold winds that sliced between the crowds to poke at Lilah through the few cracks. The ocean kept temperatures leveled at Evergrande City. It chilled her fur to be outside in the frosted weather, her paws almost numb from the icy snow piled below. She tailed behind a close Fire-type, allowing most of the miniature crystals to melt away before her tiny legs were sucked inside.
Walking was tiring, she soon realized. Daydreams kept her patience from flying away, the little pokemon thinking about her family. Would Lydia be upset she left? Probably. The Zoroark always seemed to freak out when things went wrong for her, no matter how minor the issue was. Her mother also had mood swings, Lilah unsure why. She wasn't sure about a lot of things, not very positive about the strength in their bond, either. Back at home it was terrible. They'd fight about the pettiest things; it made Lilah chuckle to think about it. Only now was all of that arguing worth it- after all, the Eevee got what she wanted. And soon enough, she'd be a war hero. More of a hero than her mother, even.
She heard a noise from the outside. Her ears perked, senses coming into clear when she saw the frustrated look of a Growlithe. She had, most likely, bumped into the little devil, or something. "Watch it…" the dog warned, Lilah stepping to the side embarrassed. Her legs sunk into the snow immediately. A slight frown on her face, she continued on, making sure not to nudge any other pokemon a second time.
Where are we going? This is taking too long…
Complaints wouldn't get her anywhere. Trudging on, it was only a few minutes until the gathering of pokemon stopped in their tracks, a few getting out of their alignment to look ahead. She did the same in parallel to those few. It took her a while to…understand, what she was looking at.
The Eevee's jaw opened a little, gaping at the red snow ahead. A Snivy went a bit closer, all of them following. Lilah was horrified at the scene. Dead pokemon, Lilah not sure which, littered across the ground. It was only more gruesome to see the bodies which had been split into multiples. The crowds of other creatures also looked terrified. The Eevee had never seen such gore. Gazing at the blood, she guessed right away the humans had done the slaughtering. To all of them, whoever they were. Pokemon with hopes and dreams.
Her face scrunched up with anger, ears pinning slowly back. Are these the kind humans you were talking about, mother? Are these just the 'nice' ones? The small pokemon's eyes were glowing a faint red, she realized. The ruby glow shined off of the snow crystals, Lilah looking upward as motion came from the front. It was the chief. He raised his small arm, murmurs from the crowds silencing slowly. She stared intently at the grass-type, along with the rest.
"Herodee says to start the assult!" the pokemon said aloud. With a quick motion of his hand, the Rampardos and other various rock-types charged ahead with the others running behind. The Eevee made a quick slip to the side to avoid from being trampled on, the ground below her shaking from the pounding of feet across the land. Roars and other cries broke out into the sky, the chief Snivy disappearing inside the horde of pokemon. A rush came over her immediately. Her feet carried her, picking up the pace and soon sprinting through the flush of white crystals. A shine of new determination flashed off of her eyes. The determination for revenge…
Her rush was broke by the explosions ahead, the fox tumbling from the impact. Screams ahead from humans were quickly conjoined with pokemon's own. It was happening too fast, fire quickly spreading and crowds either cowering or running to their own demise. "No...n-no..." she muttered out, taking a step back. She knew she had to fight... become that hero she wanted to be. It just looked too... impossible, the chaos lingering out in the human's direction. They had the advantage, if it wasn't clear already. Going in was possible suicide.
What now? ...M-ma...
Outside Battle Tent
"I'm here...to sort things right," Nocturne replied to her, "My dad taught me a lot of things. About war, about peace, above love...but alas...I don't know what I should do. I'm on my own now, and I have to make my own decisions...but I know what's right, and what's wrong, and I will try to stop the War...in a different way." She was both scared and proud of her son; scared for his safety, but overall proud of the man he was growing up to be. The Zoroark nodded with a false smile, stopping as she felt emotions flow outward her son. Tears were forming in his eyes. Lydia also felt the urge to join in, but refused the tears, concentrating on her son who was now hugging her.
She wrapped her long arms around him in reply, a small smile on her face. She hadn't truly smiled for years, not since the hatching of her daughter. The two dark-types didn't look to be separating, pokemon moving by with stares. Lydia was oblivious to them. "I love you mom...I love you so much...and t-thanks for being here with me..."her son said through telepathy. She shed a tear at his loving words, her warm fur soaking up the moisture before it ran clean off her cheek. He loved her. That was all a mother truly wanted; her baby's love.
Her son made her think of Lilah. How was she reacting to all of this? Glancing to the side for a quick moment, the Zoroark noticed her Eevee child had gone elsewhere. Panic struck into Lydia right away. Where had she gone? Looking back at her son, she didn't want to spoil the moment, but…
Lilah, Lydia Amada
Lilycove – Fortree
I'm ready. All those years of being trapped at home… I'm free!
The Eevee couldn't be more excited, giggling nonstop as she walked within the crowds of pokemon around her. All of them looked burly, stronger and much larger than the small fox. Lilah paid little attention to the pokemon surrounding her though, more focused on where the group was heading and the rest of her surroundings. Winter made the world around her almost pure white, many more icy crystals falling here than it did near her hometown. Another thing that struck her was the few, cut-out cold winds that sliced between the crowds to poke at Lilah through the few cracks. The ocean kept temperatures leveled at Evergrande City. It chilled her fur to be outside in the frosted weather, her paws almost numb from the icy snow piled below. She tailed behind a close Fire-type, allowing most of the miniature crystals to melt away before her tiny legs were sucked inside.
Walking was tiring, she soon realized. Daydreams kept her patience from flying away, the little pokemon thinking about her family. Would Lydia be upset she left? Probably. The Zoroark always seemed to freak out when things went wrong for her, no matter how minor the issue was. Her mother also had mood swings, Lilah unsure why. She wasn't sure about a lot of things, not very positive about the strength in their bond, either. Back at home it was terrible. They'd fight about the pettiest things; it made Lilah chuckle to think about it. Only now was all of that arguing worth it- after all, the Eevee got what she wanted. And soon enough, she'd be a war hero. More of a hero than her mother, even.
She heard a noise from the outside. Her ears perked, senses coming into clear when she saw the frustrated look of a Growlithe. She had, most likely, bumped into the little devil, or something. "Watch it…" the dog warned, Lilah stepping to the side embarrassed. Her legs sunk into the snow immediately. A slight frown on her face, she continued on, making sure not to nudge any other pokemon a second time.
Where are we going? This is taking too long…
Complaints wouldn't get her anywhere. Trudging on, it was only a few minutes until the gathering of pokemon stopped in their tracks, a few getting out of their alignment to look ahead. She did the same in parallel to those few. It took her a while to…understand, what she was looking at.
The Eevee's jaw opened a little, gaping at the red snow ahead. A Snivy went a bit closer, all of them following. Lilah was horrified at the scene. Dead pokemon, Lilah not sure which, littered across the ground. It was only more gruesome to see the bodies which had been split into multiples. The crowds of other creatures also looked terrified. The Eevee had never seen such gore. Gazing at the blood, she guessed right away the humans had done the slaughtering. To all of them, whoever they were. Pokemon with hopes and dreams.
Her face scrunched up with anger, ears pinning slowly back. Are these the kind humans you were talking about, mother? Are these just the 'nice' ones? The small pokemon's eyes were glowing a faint red, she realized. The ruby glow shined off of the snow crystals, Lilah looking upward as motion came from the front. It was the chief. He raised his small arm, murmurs from the crowds silencing slowly. She stared intently at the grass-type, along with the rest.
"Herodee says to start the assult!" the pokemon said aloud. With a quick motion of his hand, the Rampardos and other various rock-types charged ahead with the others running behind. The Eevee made a quick slip to the side to avoid from being trampled on, the ground below her shaking from the pounding of feet across the land. Roars and other cries broke out into the sky, the chief Snivy disappearing inside the horde of pokemon. A rush came over her immediately. Her feet carried her, picking up the pace and soon sprinting through the flush of white crystals. A shine of new determination flashed off of her eyes. The determination for revenge…
Her rush was broke by the explosions ahead, the fox tumbling from the impact. Screams ahead from humans were quickly conjoined with pokemon's own. It was happening too fast, fire quickly spreading and crowds either cowering or running to their own demise. "No...n-no..." she muttered out, taking a step back. She knew she had to fight... become that hero she wanted to be. It just looked too... impossible, the chaos lingering out in the human's direction. They had the advantage, if it wasn't clear already. Going in was possible suicide.
What now? ...M-ma...
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