Day 1.3 : Dream Weaver
Emma walked over silver bathed desert, outside of the Crater. she knew where she was going, despite never being outside her village, let alone the crater. She started - a lithe, yet bulky shadow passed over her - yet there was no shadow. she continued on, with the eerie sensation of being watched. Her feet left no mark on the soft soil, though she didnt realise it.
Suddenly, the trees and bushes parted - leaving an open serengetti… a serengetti that Emma felt, somehow, shouldn't be there. In the middle, a bulky, obviously furred shadow stood.
"Come closer, Emma." she thought she heard the shadow say. She hesitated, unsure.
"I will not harm you, child." The figure said again, the silvery moonlight now shining down upon it, showing silver bathed fur, over a slightly canid, slightly blobby form. Tiny eyes glimmered with gentle humour as they gazed upon the Morph. Three small red triangles on each side of its wide muzzle glowed slightly, as it waited.
Taking a breath, Emma moved forward, hesitantly. She thought she saw a tall, lean, obviously Pokemorph figure walk past her, confidently, towards the Pokemon, as she figured out what it was. She looked again, and saw no shadow… of the figure, or even on the Pokemon itself. It started to dawn on her that she may be dreaming.
She reached where the Pokemon had been, and without knowing how, sat on her haunches, a little way from the shaggy beast, that had conveniently reappeared.
"Emma. Long have I waited for you - Last of the Arcanine Pokemorphs." Its red triangles glowed slightly more as he spoke.
"How… How do you know my name?" Emma queried, without bothering to ask why she could understand it, then asked "And what are you?"
The heavy set pokemon chuckled "Not what… Who. I-" He stood up properly, not that it made much difference to his height, and continued "I - am Zardotieon, formerly known as Chartodileon."
Without warning, a loud grating, blaring noise jolted through Emma, and her eyes flew open.