Is it just me.. or am I bonkers? (Day 3)
Emma's eyes flew open, pale blue pupils dilated.
"crap!" she swore, fuming. She swore she had seen that place before.. Been.. to that place before.. Yet she knew for a fact there was nothing remotely resembling that place in the crater, and she had never been outside it.
Thinking she heard a sound, she looked over, and saw Zardtodileon, the dull pre-dawn light dappling the Time Lord a deep blue colour. (none of it was super intelligent, though.)
You wake.. he said, matter-of-factly. In his paws, was the blackish device.. and a slightly mournful feel about him.. Memories, Emma realised, staring at him.
"so.. your'e real?" she asked, not bothering to think weter or not it could understand her language.
Yes, Pokemorph. I am real. the answer was direct, and the tone a little harsh. The pokemon leveled its gaze on her, markings glowing slightly. You dreamt... What did you see?
Emma explained the dream to Zardtodileon, without a second thought. Sitting on the side of her bed, she concluded, "But.. I get the feeling that it was going to say something... Something important."
Describe that one for me.
"well..." Emma groped for where to begin, and took a breath. "Well, It was big. Like, as tall as me, at the shoulder. It - it was really shaggy, the fur was a sorta golden brown, that glowed reddish at the same time. It did have these weird cuffs around its legs, just above its paws, and the were a leadish colour. Uhm... oh! It didn't have a tail, but it did have two weird spiked ridges down its back, on each side, with what sorta looked like a giant cloud between them, billowing and stuff, though there wasnt any wind. Its face..." Emma shuddered involutnarily, remembering the incredibly intense gase it had had. " it's face... it was.. like a crimson mask, with these silvery gold fangs dropping down, like a sabre toothed Persian. It also had this golden crest, no.. more like acrown. Yeah.. I think thats it." she finished, trying to remember if she had missed anything.
Zardtodileon was staring at Emma, dumbstruck. The Red Lord.. he breathed, then queried his chosen again. Those... Cubs.. that you watched. Describe them.
iIt can't be... but if it is... why?/i the words echoed through his head, suspicious, yet curious... and a little apprehensive.
"okay... there were three, like i said. They were all red and blue, in different combinations. two had wings, and the third was pretty scaley, though they were all a mix of fur and scales. they sorta had.. nidoran-y ears.. and resembled the guardians.. sorta. Pretty bad description, huh." she said, laughing a little.
A slight tremor rippled through the earth, as Emma awaited Zardtodileon's reply.
Zardtodileon paused, feeling the tremor, thinking of the beasts Emma had described, then gasped. Come on. we have to move out. now.
Emma looked puzzled. "Why?"
Cutting her off, Zardtodileon snapped, Just come. Now. as another slight tremor was felt through his sensetive footpads.
"Well, if youre going to be nasty, no. I don't think i'll go with you." the reply came, a touch of annoyance infusing it."
Snarling, Zardtodileon grabbed her by the wrist. Come. NOW. His shaggy fur over his back was standing on end, forming quill-like clumps.
A larger tremor rumbled through, and emma dug in her paws, feeling the earth's place war against each other. "What.. What was that?" she asked the air.
The reason why we have to go. NOW. Zardtodileon replied, his fur laying down a little, though his voice still had the roughness of a snarl in it. Still clutching Emma's wrist, he dragged her to the entrance of her Base, and pushed aside the leafy screen that covered the door.