#morganespeon

[askshinybunnelby]

Lost and Found

The group was much further out now yet black ash was still uncovered under layers of snow as they walked. The fire had not been as intense this far out, it didn’t burn its’ way up trees and the air was much cleaner. The group could breathe easily as the Espeon led them ahead, Alesia and Aera following close behind, while Kerial and Red dragged their feet in the back. Hungry, beaten, and exhausted more that the others but they kept going. The larger Dragonair took notice of the two falling behind, “Mrs. Morgan how much further is this place?”

Little did the group know the Espeon was panting too, “Just up ahead.” She huffed out between her breaths as they came upon a thicker layer of snow leading up to a little hillside. “This is a layer of stone so I thought we could make a campfire here.” She moved aside some snow to show what she meant as grey appeared from underneath; but it wasn’t the dark grey of ash, instead it was that of a frozen over stone untouched by flame. On the far end was that hill with a small hole dug out in the middle of it all. “There was um... something I wanted to talk to you about before we got here Red but I thought maybe it would be best to just show you...” The Espeon hopped through the snow and hurriedly went into the cavern before Red could muster a reply. The large Dragonair’s body carved a path through the snow as all of them huddled around the den.

Morgan appeared again with nothing in tow, until some eyes shined out from behind her as she made her exit. He wiped his hazel eyes as a yawn squeaked from his mouth as he sniffled. Then his eyes grew wide and his mouth fell open taking in the group before him. Then he stopped on the one that was the same species as himself, yet white and shining. “Y-you, th-that’s really...?” He kept looking back to Morgan who only nodded. The new bunnelby quickly hopped out and stood shorter in front of Red. “I-I umm... I don’t know how to greet you! My name is Slyn, I’m your brother, your real brother I mean...” Slyn stood with a happy smile on his face and he could not contain his excitement. Yet Red was quiet, she stood looking him over up and down over and over like his words didn’t even process right.

“But... my real brother is... gone. I-I’m sorry I just can’t-” Red sighed, “I don’t think I can urm... do or think about this...” And she said little else other than weakly walk past him, disappearing into the depths of the den.

The air was grim and silence carried over the group. “I’ll go find more firewood.” Kerial the only one brave enough to speak wandered off slowly. 

Morgan came over to hold the smaller bunnelby close as his introduction didn’t go over so well. “She’s just- just tired and needs some time to think about it Slyn, it’s alright.” With a tear in the little bunnelby’s eye he suddenly perked up a bit, puffing his chest out and following the Houndoom’s foot prints as quickly as he could to get away.

“Alesia why don’t you go see how Red is doing and warm up some honey.” The larger Dragonair pushed her daughter inside with her nose. The little dragon gave her a silent nod as she headed deeper. The Espeon looked defeated next to the proud dragon, “Red’s been through a lot like you said Mrs. Morgan, but she’s strong. It will be better in the morning.”

It was hard for the single tailed Espeon not to sob but she held it back, looking into the deep snow at her feet. “I hope so... I’m just so tired; happy I have my daughter back but... she’s not the same as I remember.”

The dragon snaked her tail around the small pink pokemon’s feet wiping away the snow that clung to her. “Time doesn’t stop while they’re away Mrs. Morgan. They keep growing with or without us.”

The Espeon gave a cold sniffle, “I know...”

[[ Slyn is open for asks and interactions. ]]

[askshinybunnelby]

Morgan what happened to everyone after Red ran away?

The Espeon smiled a bit. A mother is always happy to talk about her children, but it soon turned to a smirk. “Red leaving set off the dominoes honestly. Warren, my husband, didn’t cope well with his only son’s death. I tried my hardest to love him and try to bring him around but...” She sighed and looked over at the scarred bunnelby who listened in. “He only wanted retribution so he left one night.”

“The rest just grew up before I could do anything. My boldest daughter, Violet, suggested we all head towards the city and live there. She thought it would be easier to find food and a place to live.” She tilted her head as her ears fell down to her sides. “I tried to provide for them, but as weak of a psychic as I am, I... couldn’t stop them. They were dead set on living in the city. “The Espeon shook her head, “I let them go. I couldn’t go back to the place I had come from...”

“With nothing else to do I set out to find my loved ones, and I’ve fulfilled my purpose yet again. Now I just hope I can support Red as long as she needs me.” The Mother smiled over at her daughter who quickly turned away, pretending not to overhear.

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Reunion

They were so close to the epicenter of where the firestorm had started. The little wild pokemon that followed Aera and Alesia around shook in fear. The grey ash felt warm under their snake-like bodies as they continued exploring the desolate forest. All of them could hear something happening deeper in the woods but they knew that’s where they wouldn’t find Red, or at least they hoped. That facility might as well have been ground zero for this mess, and returning wasn’t something they planned on doing.

But soon the trees broke free to an area burned to black, but in the middle stood a small bunnelby, an Espeon, and a silent Absol. “Red!” She couldn’t hold it in as she blackened the bottom of her body moving over to her friend. Worry crossed her face as she saw the bunnelby’s injuries. “Wh-what happened? Who is this?” The group of small pokemon that were following them stampeded past the two, over to the Absol.

Red’s face started off as a smile and the cracked as she frowned, tears flowing from her eyes as she hugged the one person here she really cared to see. “Alesia I- I’m so glad...” Her voice cracked as she held the little dragon close. Alesia didn’t really know how to respond, but wrapped her tail around her friend’s leg. Red pulled away and wiped her eyes a bit, “I’m okay...” She sniffled again looking over the newly evolved dragonair who sat before her. “But you evolved? I can’t believe you evolved before me! I’m a little jealous to be honest.”

Alesia blushed a bit, looking off at the Espeon who stood not far from them. “Y-yeah um...”

“Oh, this is my mother Morgan.” Red looked past her friend to see a much, much larger Dragonair coming up behind Alesia. “And this really is your mother then?”

The larger Dragonair bowed to the two before her, “It’s good to see you alive Red, I never got to introduce myself; my name is Aera.” Red gave her a smile as she introduced herself as Morgan joined in beside her.

The Espeon sat down before the pair of dragons, “So this little one is Alesia who you talk so highly of? She doesn’t look like a Dratini anymore though.” She turned to the other and returned a slight bow to the mother dragon, “It’s also nice to find someone more my age taking care of their children still.” The two shared a laugh and started talking apart from their daughters. Both of whom caught up with one another, both sharing a smile now that they were back together again.

[[ Red, Alesia, Morgan, and Aera are all open for asks about recent events. Snow is also around with his group of young wild pokemon. ]]

[askshinybunnelby]

Those you call close leaving you behind.

“Hey... mom?” Only a simple hum escaped the Espeon as she turned to let the Bunnelby catch up to her. The little normal type looked to the snow that squished beneath her feet. “Do you think I’ll see either of them again? I’m talking about Dad and Tobias...”

The Espeon tilted her head to the side at the approaching Bunnelby, a bit of a frown covering her face at Red’s low tone. “Of course you will, I’ve been looking for you and your dad for a long while now and I found both of you. So I’m sure if you look for them you’ll happen to see them again.” She tried to give her daughter a smile but she still wasn’t looking.

“I- I hope so; I just have this feeling that I am not going to see them again, it’s like a sick feeling...” Her long ears drooped behind her head, a loud sigh sending a bit of hot mist into the smokey air.

Morgan waited and thought back, “I’ve had that feeling before honey. It was when you, your dad, and all your sisters left to go your own ways. It’s a bit of passing loneliness.” She hated the look Red gave her now as regret covered her sad face. “But you have so many around that care and will help make that feeling go away, it’s okay.”

Red reached up and wrapped her good arm around Morgan’s neck, “I’m sorry I made you feel this way mom...”

The Espeon held her daughter closer than ever as she returned the hug, “It’s okay honey, I’m glad you’re still here with me. I love you so much.” A slight groan of pain escaped the injured bunnelby’s mouth as Morgan held her a bit too close. “Oh, sorry.”

[Mention of Tobias from @travelerbraviary ]

[askshinybunnelby]

Right Place, Wrong Time

Atleast he could walk.

It could have been two, three, maybe even a month since his little incident. The bird’s sense of time seemed to have devolved into one indescribable blur, a haze that grew clearer and clearer as the hours ticked endlessly. It was neither his legs nor wings that ailed him, but simply his head. A massive, clear scar that was constant source of sickening headaches.

But for all that was done to him, at-least he could walk.

And walk he did.

For miles, upon miles the bird trotted across ever-changing lands. From desert, to mountain, to tree-lines and eventually a familiar, frozen landscape. Between his feathery limbs clutched a single, battered letter that he was to deliver in person as his first venture after the whole ordeal. He could have easily mailed it, had he known where he friend was to begin with, but what point was there in gifting anybody anything when you’re not even around to witness their joyous reaction?

Tobias thought so, and thus began his foolish journey of retreading months-old steps.

It took him a while, a day or so of seemingly aimless wandering. However when he did come to the frozen desert, he found not coldness, but searing warmth. Over the snow-covered hill was a blaze of orange glow, a forest that looks like the sun itself had fallen upon it. A raging mess of drifting embers and flaming spruce trees. It was chaotic, extremely dangerous, but most of all it was bright. Bright enough to draw pokemon to it like moths to a literal flame.

But as he did approach, so did others. A quadruped pokemon shifted through the snow, and towards this glorious blaze. A stranger soon to be bombarded by another stranger.

“Hey! Hey! Y'all gotta moment?“

The bird cried, flailing his wings about as his tireless legs trudged him forward. This braviary wasn’t to let some stranger waltz off on him.

The old Espeon was shocked to hear a voice other than her own in this desolate forest. She turned to see a most colorful avian waving her down. He certainly didn’t fit in here, but neither did she. Her purple coat setting her apart from the smoke stained snow and trees that seemed to be the only things that populated this side of the forest.

At first she was comfortable letting the weary braviary approach, but as he drew closer an obvious scar sat on his head. The older pokemon leered his battle scar and her ears stood tall listening past him for any others that might be following a distance behind. She had been scammed before with a scheme like this before. One, overly nice, pokemon comes up front and distracts their target while a few others circle around. And she wasn’t going to fall for it, or at least what she thought was a scam.

Yet she heard nothing and watched the avian stumble through the snow towards her. Maybe it wasn’t a scam after all. It’s probably just dumb luck the braviary ran across her. “Hmm, I urge you to stay back. But... what can an old Espeon like me do for you?” Her tired voice rang out above the shuffling of the bird’s feet through the snow.

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A Mistake’s return in Red pt.2

Blood colored the bunnelby’s arm as she held it close to her body; her other paw doing little to stop it. Her feet dared not touched the ground as the snow hissed and stung at her burned feet. A cold breath escaped her as she groan in pain, but she relaxed a little as the Espeon touched her nose to Red’s. “I’m so sorry honey.”

A drop flowed down from her eye, her voice cracked a bit as she spoke,“I- It’s okay mom, it hurts, but I’m okay.” Her paw started to move away from her injured one but the Espeon moved it back with her own. “I- I just can’t believe you’re here too, I wanted to make sure you were real but I’d get mud on you. I- I know you hate that.” A soft laugh escaped her as the psychic type smiled down on her.

“I’m here, don’t worry.” Her gaze shifted away from her hurting daughter for a moment, but her smile quickly returned, “Stay right here and rest alright? I’ll make sure your father is... okay.” Red nodded, the Espeon turned away and her face became filled with anger and rage. The path of embers his last attack left was where he came to rest, his shaking and weak legs tried to make him stand again. “You had best stand down Warren, you know Blue wouldn’t want this.”

The Flareon spit red as he shook dirt from his fur. “Yet you can still call the one who lead him to his death your daughter! How do you know he would want that?” His eyes still burned with a passion for his own twisted vengeance.

The psychic type shook her head, her tail wildly flailing behind her, “You don’t know what happened that night. You’ve assumed this whole time she’s the villain, yet you never searched for those that actually sunk their teeth into our son!”

“I did Morgan! But I’m not invincible like when we first met!” He struggled to stand as chunks of mud dripped from his face and smothered the fires below. “I can’t even beat my own- her! I can’t even beat... her.” Warren watched as Red walked up beside the Espeon, each step looking like it hurt worse than the last.

She could hardly stand, her weary right paw held her up against mother. “Is Blue... really gone?” Both parents looked away. An answer they had practiced telling their others rang in their minds once again. One word, yet neither could say it.

Warren’s head was looking down, unable to look at what damage he had caused. Morgan was the first to speak over the embers that brightened the night around them. “I think he followed you that night you left... but you were too fast.”

The Flareon lifted his muddy head, still averting his eyes. “He was too tired to run from them or- or...”

“Too scared.” It was a speech, one they had planned to tell her if she ever came back. “Red we buried him outside that den if you would want to go back and see him.” The bunnelby took a moment, closing her eyes enduring the pain from both her battle and the news. She was brother-less. She’d never see one of her best friends again, and it felt like her fault.

Not tears fell from her face, no sniffling, nothing. “I- I can’t. I want to, but I can’t. Not right now.” She dropped down on both her front paws, a groan of pain following. “My friend is in trouble and I- I can’t abandon her like I did Blue. I’d regret leaving like I did before.” Sorrow ran through her face as she looked to her dad who still looked off into the dark woods. “Dad, I’m sorry for leaving. I should’ve helped but I know now I made the wrong choice. I can’t fix any of this... so all I can do is say, I’m sorry.” The Flareon couldn’t stand the apology, his ears drooped and his eyes shined in the flames he made. He turned around and started to limp away without a word.

“Warren.” The Espeon called after him but he didn’t stop.

“Mom, it’s... fine.” Red didn’t expect anything back, just knowing he gave her mercy was a start she could handle. Though, she did worry about the aimless Flareon who was about to leave her life. He may have caused this pain, but he still taught her how to defend herself. How to run and how to chase. Maybe one day they can forgive each other completely and go back to the way they were. Just a father and his daughter.

With her next step onto her bleeding paw a greater yelp of pain escaped her. That was about all Morgan could take of hearing her daughter in pain as she laid down in the snow next to her, “Rest on my back, I’ll carry you to where you need to go.” Red was a bit stubborn, but anything to get her off her feet was welcome. With a struggling groan she was ready to go, and a point in the right direction they were trudging through the snow again.

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A Mistake’s return in Red

The bunnelby’s heart thumped in sync with each of her steps, running full speed away from the roaring flames that grew quieter. Yet their silence was replaced with the panting and drumming steps of the one who hunted her. Mind racing like her feet as thoughts of talking or fighting weighing her down as the beat of his paws echoed in her ears. Over all those sounds one returned, the crackling of flames in the Warren’s mouth started to roar. Red slid on snow and ice as she turned to dive behind a tree. Only heat of the flames catching her back as she bolted away.

Between the dense laid trees a flash of red could be seen drawing closer. With each turn to evade he’d only predict her and move closer. The bunnelby jumped behind the nearest pine, knowing there was little she could do to extend the distance between them. She dug her ears into the mud and waited for the sound of flames to come. With his last few rapid stomps around the tree Red lifted a rain of mud and dirt into his face, masking the sound of his flames with a grunt. Red jumped to cover behind the massive pine as a shot of flame was released by the blinded Flareon. She used her front paws to balance her as she kicked the hard shell of the tree sending it shaking towards the top.

As she turned to escape, the muddied fire type stood in her way. His flames glowing right before her Violet eyes. She ducked and covered her head, instead of flame covering her body a thick layer of snow crashed down on the two. Her ears made a quick escape of her white tomb, giving her a head start on him. She only made it a few hops away she heard the crackling of flame again, the heat of the Yellow pillar melted through every inch of the snow that fell. It roared at Red who stood in it’s path with almost enough time to move. Her back legs caught ablaze as she jumped aside, and as much as she wanted to yelp, cry in pain, or put the flames out; his steps drummed again. 

Her wary paws dug through the thin layer of snow and grabbed at the mud below, only able to get one decent shot at him before he was upon her. A last ditched grab left her armed with snow in one hand and mud in the other. Warren’s mouth bloomed with flame as he stepped over her burning feet. Red flung her snow-filled paw at his face only to have it filled with holes as his teeth sunk into it. She yelped in pain as she threw her other fist at his face, filled with dirt and Green grass, she hit him right under the eye. He staggered to the side, his fire filled fangs releasing her arm as she dug for another fistful of mud. As fast as her last working arm could manage, she rained mud and snow onto the weak Flareon. He staggered back into the path of charred snow that had caught the bunnelby’s legs. Warren tried his best to ignite his flames but every time a mud bomb would smash against his face.

“Stop!” Finally a voice broke the echo of violent calls that had tainted the forest. An single-tailed Espeon walked from the darkened treeline.

“M-mom?” A bit of Blue tears started to well in her eyes as pain and joy both flooded her body. Her muddied paws finally patted down the flames that ate at her feet for too long. As the Espeon rushed to her side the bunnelby could finally calm her bleeding heart.

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Red's Mother (Adopted), What's your favorite memory with her?

It took us a long time to actually name her. Warren believed she wouldn’t make it long because she was sick. Once she became healthy and started actively playing with our new children we named them all together. She was the last one I gave... because I was scared to give it to her. But the hug she gave me when I said her name... just made those feelings vanish. In that moment I knew she would be okay.