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Mountain Storm	By : ShadowCat13 Category: Pokemon > General Views: 7684 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 2

Waking with a start, Owen brought his good arm before him to protect himself from the Mightyena he thought were there. Instead of seeing the pokemon or even the small clearing he’d been in, Owen found himself someplace dim, oddly soft, and apparently devoid of the pokemon he’d thought was trying to eat him.

Wary, but calming a little, he tried to figure out just where he might be. As his eyes grew used to the low light Owen realized he seemed to be in a small cave of some kind. He also seemed to be lying on some sort of soft ‘nest’ of sorts. Using his good arm he ran his hand over a thick layer of what he thought to be some kind of moss and a few feathers? Picking a fluffy off white feather he stared at it as he lay there.

His location made no sense to him. Why would the Mightyena take him someplace? Hadn’t they been trying to eat him? He knew little about the canine pokemon, save they were known to eat people when given the opportunity, but still this made no sense even to him. As far as he knew pokemon didn’t bother to drag living pray their ‘dens’ for later eating. That was something a human would do more than a pokemon.

So what was going on? Owen tired to remember what had happened after they attacked him, but all he could remember was flashes of fire before he passed out. And maybe feathers? Looking at the one he had picked up he tired to harder to remember, but only gave himself a headache.

“Where am I?” Owen whispered to the empty cave. He wasn’t terrified like he’d been while under attack, but was scared. He was hurt, in an unknown place and had no clue if he’d get rescued after all.

He realized something else to confuse him when he reached with his good arm to feel his wounds and figure out how bad they were. He had reached first for his side and felt something he thought to be leaves over the wound under his shirt. There was something sticky under it that seemed to be keeping it in place. He found his left arm also had leaves wrapped around the bite wound.

‘Did someone save me?’ He wondered. Still being in the cave and the fact he was bandaged with leaves confused him. Wouldn’t he have being taken to a hospital or something if someone had rescued him?

A rustling noise near the brighter end of the cave drew his attention. Light suddenly filled the cave and for a moment he was blinded. Wincing, Owen tried to make out what was going on. If seemed as if something was nearing him. For a moment he though whoever it was, was an oddly dressed human. As his eyes adjusted to the light though he realized it was a Blaziken with an arm full of leaves, berries and what looked like a large nut shell.

As it realized he was awake now the Blaziken seemed to slow down. It watched him for a moment as if reassuring itself it he was safe to approach. Owen in turn sort of started at the bird pokemon. Had it been the one to put the leaves on his wounds? Had the Blaziken saved him? As it started to approach again he wondered if it was the one he’d saved. If so it made some sense it would help him.

When the bird pokemon reached the nest, its own Owen assumed, it knelt down and placed what it had on the ground next to it. Owen didn’t think it was going to hurt him, but after what happened with the last wild pokemon he’d encountered he couldn’t help but be nervous as it reached a talon like hand towards his hurt arm. Which he moved out of reach, unsure if he wanted to let the bird touch him.

The Blaziken’s hand paused and the bird clicked its beak. After a moment of looking at him it made a humming like ‘coo’ and attempted take hold of his arm again.

Owen supposed it was trying to show it meant no harm to him with the sound. He was still unsure of the pokemon, but this time let the bird pokemon take a hold of his arm. He wasn’t sure he had a choice anyway. It wasn’t like he could stop the pokemon from doing whatever it wanted. Realizing this made him feel even more vulnerable. It hurt a little as the pokemon pulled his arm towards its self and started to peel the leaves away. It wasn’t trying to hurt him though, so he didn’t try to fight it and instead looked at his arm. There was a little blood, but mostly something pale blue covered his bite wound. He had no clue what it might be.

The Blaziken peered at the bite for moment before picking up one of the leaves. A roundish one. It dipped it in the nut shell to get it wet and then used it to wipe off the wound. Gasping a little in pain Owen reflexively tried to yank his arm back. The Blaziken just tightened its hold a little and clicked its beak again at him. Once it was finished cleaning off the wound it reached down to pick up a small blue berry. Holding it over the bite wound the pokemon squashed it in its taloned hand, letting its pale blue juice fall down onto the bite. The juice didn’t hurt as much as he thought it would. It actually seemed to ease the pain some.

Once it had squeezed all the juice out of the berry the Blaziken dropped it to the side and picked up a couple fernish like long leaves. It wrapped them around the wound, tucking in the ends and then released his arm. Owen examined it for a moment then looked to the Blaziken.

He didn’t have any questions now about who was treating his wounds. Still he was a bit shocked. Tales of pokemon saving humans where common enough, but he’d always figured a lot were just that, tales. Many pokemon were omnivores if not outright carnivores so would more likely eat any hurt or lost humans they ran across. His encounter with the Mightyena showed that. No way they had helping him to a pokecenter in mind…

’But obviously not all are just tales either.’ Owen thought as the Blaziken took a hold of his shirt. As it moved the shirt up the bird seemed to look for any sign it was hurting him to do this. After a moment he realized it likely wasn’t sure what it was. Few pokemon had any kind or need of clothing, so he figured the Blaziken probably thought his shirt and pants was a part of him. Reaching down he took a hold of his shirt and ignoring the pain in his arm and removed it to give the pokemon better access to the wound. The Blaziken picked up his bloody shirt and looked it over for a moment, making a ‘cluck’ like sound now and then. It tugged a little at the fabric and slipped a hand into the neck hole.

“It’s a shirt.” Owen told it, though as the pokemon was wild he didn’t expect it to understand what he was saying. The large humanoid bird did pause in its inspection of the shirt for a moment to look at him though. It gazed at him for a bit then turned its attention back to the shirt.

The bird didn’t play around with it too much though and after a minute or two set it down. Looking back at him it turned its sharp gaze at his pants. The look seemed curious and a little thoughtful to him. A moment later the Blaziken tugged at his pants and then slipped its clawed fingers under the waistband.

“Kin?” It seemed too asked as it tugged a little at his pants. Owen wasn’t sure what it could be wanting, save possibly to know if they were the same as the shirt. He wasn’t sure he wanted to get naked to satisfy the pokemon’s curiosity about his clothing though. Even if he didn’t end up feeling a bit awkward taking all his clothing off for a pokemon, he wasn’t sure if he could without hurting his leg anyway. Though as he gazed down at where he’d been bitten, Owen wondered if uncovering the wound wouldn’t be a good idea. It seemed the Blaziken had just tried to warp a leaf around the pant leg, which didn’t do much for the wound.

As he was debating whether or not to try taking off his pants, the Blaziken had stopped tugging on them and had went back to its berries and leaves. Not having noticed yet, Owen gasped a little as the leaf over the bite wound was suddenly pulled away. Blue gooey stuff and blood had stuck so it hurt when it was removed.

The Blaziken made a click with its beak at him again and gave him a look that made Owen think the bird thought he was being a baby, before picking up a new leaf to start cleaning off the blood and old berry juice with. Whether it was just his imagination that made the birds look seem that way or not, Owen tried not to show his discomfort to much as it cleaned the bite. Once it was done the bird squeezed another blue berry over the wound like it had done with his arm. This time it spread a little bit of the mashed up flesh over the wound as well. Owen assumed it was to help keep the leaves in place as the Blaziken wasn’t warping long leafs or grasses around his torso to keep them there.

When it was finished with that the bird moved a little to sit by his leg. It removed the leaves it had wrapped around over his pants and then carefully took hold of the fabric. “Kin?” It said again as it tugged a little on them. Dried blood had stuck to them so it hurt a bit. See the look of pain that hadn’t been there when it had moved his shirt the Blaziken stopped.

Biting his lip a little Owen looked down at his pants. He knew it would be better to get them off in the end so reached down to undo the button and zipper. He wasn’t sure the best way of removing them though…

“Might as well just try and do it fast… Hopefully that way it doesn’t hurt as long.” He said mostly to himself as the bird pokemon hadn’t a clue what he was saying. It just looked at him as he spook then made a bit of an upset sounding squawk as he sat up. Light headed and wincing a bit, he pushed the pokemon’s hand away as it tried to make him lay back down.

It made unhappy sort of sound but stopped pushing him for a moment and instead watched to see what he was trying to do. Taking the opportunity Owen quickly grabbed the pant leg of his uninjured leg and did his best to pull it off. He got it most of the way before he had to stop. His arm hurt, but it was his side that was surprisingly hurting the most and making it difficult. He’d pulled it down far enough luckily that he didn’t have to worry about getting his pants over his hips anymore. Still getting all the way off still wasn’t going to be fun.

He needn’t have worried over how to get them the rest of the way off though, as after seeing what he was doing the Blaziken took a hold of his loose pant leg and tugged. Caught off guard he didn’t even cry out as the other leg too was freed. His eyes did water though as dried blood was ripped free. Blinking rapidly to clear them Owen looked down at his aching leg. It was bleeding some, but not as much as he’d feared from the pain he felt. He had a lot of purple and yellow bruising that was likely making it hurt worse. Some likely was from having been bitten, but he guessed most come from falling with the landslide and breaking it.

Thinking about bruises Owen looked away from his leg and to the rest of himself. He had a number of dark bruises he could see here and there. None as bad his leg thought. Still they hurt even if they weren’t as big or nasty.

Movement drew his attention away from his aching leg and to the Blaziken. It had a wet leaf in hand and was eyeing the bite and bruising. Laying back down he closed his eyes as the bird started to work on cleaning it. It hurt a lot more the other wounds and he couldn’t keep all sounds of pain from escaping past his lips. Or a few tears for leaking down the side of his cheeks.

He opened his eyes once more when he felt his leg being set back down and gently prodded. The wound was wrapped like his arm was but the bird didn’t seem happy and keep feeling his leg. ’Does it realize it’s broken?’ Owen wondered. Suddenly it pressed against a spot that send pain shooting up and down his leg and he cried out. The pokemon quickly pulled his hand away and started to make the cooing hum like sound it had make before.

Heart pounding a little Owen lay there listening to the sound as his leg throbbed. “It’s ok…” He murmured to the pokemon. “It just hurt a little is all.” He didn’t know why he was trying to reassure the bird but saying it felt right. He’d liked to talk to his Sawsbuck even though the deer couldn’t answer him. He thought the deer understood a lot of what he said though, so it wasn’t quite the same. Still wild or not talking to the pokemon calmed him some.

And he thought maybe it did the same for the Blaziken as it soon stopped looking at him as if afraid he was going to keep screaming. It watched him for a while then went to gather up the leaves and nut shell bowl, as the pokemon used it to carry water he thought it bowl like. The extra berries though it placed on a leaf within reach. It made a few gestures toward them and his mouth, so Owen guessed it was food for him.

Picking one up he cleaned the skin with his had a little and took a tentative bite of a soft pink Peacha berry. It was sweet and juicy. The Blaziken watched him take another bite then with the leaves and bowl in it arms, headed over to the cave entrance. Not blinded by the light now Owen noticed some kind of leaf and stick weaved cover for the cave mouth.

“Did the Blaziken make it?” He wondered. He’d gone to the mountains to learn more about dragon pokemon and how they affected everything around them. Maybe taking an interest in pokemon’s intelligence would be better though. He hadn’t realized pokemon could do the things he’d seen here. It seemed almost human to him.

Looking down at this leg he had a feeling he might have died even after being saved if the Blaziken hadn’t been able to help him. “I’m glad they’re not just dumb animals as some people claim.”
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