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[conceptixn-blog]

Here’s a GIF to describe the current situation between Yveltal and Xerneas:

[yaesvelgr]

@hakaino approached the Castle!

It was not often another Yveltal crossed into his territory. He could sense it from far off, and had immediately traveled to the front doors of his castle. 

Was this Yveltal simply passing by? Migrating? Or looking for territory? He could sense it was ‘young’, though not as young as his Fledgling. It could probably take this old-timer in a fight, if it so wished... 

But even though there was currently nothing to fight over in this isolated, abandoned territory, he would still fight to the death for it. Even if the last human moved out of this territory over a century ago. 

Of course, there were other options. If the other Yveltal was simply migrating, or looking for a place to rest, he would open the doors for it. Spring time was always a confusing time for Bird Pokemon. He may be too old for those kind of games now, but migration and mating season were still a thing for the young ones. 

He waited for the other Pokemon to approach, and made eye-contact with it, “Greetings. What brings you to my doorstep today?”

[oblivion-grace]

hakaino started following you

“Oh? Um, hiya!” Zaffre greeted. 

He had the feeling there was something familiar about this guy... there was almost no mistaking that scent... this guy was another Yveltal? Somehow, he automatically guessed this Yveltal was an older one as well. Being a young Yveltal in this world was rough, it seemed.

“Nice ta meet’cha!” He added, with a soft grin.

[mockingfallacy]

@hakaino liked this post for a starter.

Perhaps he had been staring for an unreasonable amount of time at the figure seated on the bench, but his nose itched were he to attempt to get any closer to the entity than where he stood in the bushes. Of course this person was none of the Dan’s concern-- but curiosity at the weird smell had led Kano’s attention to focus on them in spite of the fact. 

He wasn’t quite sure what it was, but something about the stranger had him on edge-- and, remarkably, he opts to stay hidden, voiceless as he watches. Perhaps with enough looking, he’d be able to discern just what it was that made his skin prickle with unease-- from a safe distance away.