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

Weak from his wounds Owen had fallen back asleep not long after the Blaziken had cleaned his wounds. He’d been too tired and sore to try getting any of his clothing back on so had just used his shirt to cover himself a little.

He didn’t sleep for too long though before the rustlings of the caves woven cover being moved woke him up. A little groggy he looked over to the entrance. It took him a moment to realize not one but two Blaziken seemed to be coming in the cave towards him. Instantly becoming more alert he sat up a little. Or tried too… Feeling dizzy he lay back and closed his eyes for a moment.

When he opened them again he turned his head so he could look at the approaching pokemon. One had an arm full of leaves and sticks. He thought it was ‘his Blaziken’, the bird that had treated him before. He wasn’t one hundred percent sure though.

The other pokemon looked a lot older. It had a few scares on its body and a scratched beak. What really make him think it was older though was its feathers had a faded look. Some of the yellow feathers were even going grayish in some places.

Nervous, Owen watched the two come closer, wondering what was going on. His unease must have show on his face as younger bird started to coo at him. He recognized the sound of it voice and relaxed a little. The older bird made an amused sound before making a series of clucks, squawks and other bird like sounds. His Blaziken started making the noises too. ’It sounds like there talking or something.’ He thought before his eyes widened in realization that that’s exactly what they were doing.

Stunned Owen just stared at the two bird pokemon. He couldn’t really understand anything, but clearly the two birds understood the other.

What he was witnessing was supposed to be impossible. There was only a hand full of known pokemon that had a language of their own, Alakazam being the best know. He couldn’t deny what he was seeing and hearing though. ’Maybe more people should study pokemon out in the wild.’ He thought as he listened to the noises. Obviously the belief was wrong.

Closing his eyes he thought about what he did now of pokemon. A great many were highly intelligent. Their ability to learn to understand what humans way with time and respond accordingly was what made training them even possible. Listening to the humanoid birds Owen had to wonder how much they understood had gone for granted. He’d even heard of tales of pokemon learning to speak, but hadn’t put any stock in them till now. Most pokemon lacked the capability in there vocal cords to make it possible. As he listened to the birds though he wondered if they were capable. They seemed to be making a wide range of sounds.

Opening his eyes again he noticed the two pokemon had come closer and the older Blaziken was looking at him. Well his injured leg. It made a questioning “ken” sound, to which the other Blaziken answered with a couple different sounding clucks. The older bird nodded and the two continued walking towards him.

Still at a loss as to what was going on Owen eyed them nervously. They didn’t seem to be a danger to him, but couldn’t help the unease he felt. The younger bird put the things it had down before sitting down next to him, while the older settled down by his leg and started to peer at the dressing over the bite and the bruising.

“What’s going on?” He knew they’d not understand him but he still couldn’t help but ask. The two birds looked at him and each making a few clucking noises. He didn’t understand anything of course so if by some chance they were telling him what they were doing he was still clueless.

Looking away from him the old Blaziken ran its clawed fingers up and down. The skin of the pokemon’s hand was a bit rough, but the touch was light and gentle so it didn’t hurt much. At least till it suddenly pressed down. Gasping a little Owen reflexively tried to move his leg way. The old bird sent him scolding sounding cluck before gentle grabbing his ankle. It pulled his leg back to where it had been before and then started to run its fingers up and down again as it pressed down a bit.

It hurt. Owen wasn’t going to deny it. With the pokemon hold his ankle though he couldn’t pull away. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to though. Despite his nervousness, he had the feeling the pokemon was likely trying to help him. Closing his watering eyes he tired to ignore the pain and think more about how intelligent pokemon really where. It was a little hard to though with twinges of pain running up is leg.

Feeling himself suddenly being shifted to sit up Owen opened his eyes and tilted his head back to see what was going on. The other, younger Blaziken sat behind him, so close his bare back was pressed into its feathery chest. Its feathery arms wrapped around his chest to keep him in place.

Before he could even guess as to why the bird was holding him like this, older Blaziken suddenly wrapped both his clawed hands around his leg and pressed down hard on it.

Owen had been wrong… what the pokemon had been doing moments ago didn’t hurt at all. This did. A lot. Maybe more than being bitten had and he could help out cry out in pain, all but a scream really, and try to get away. Not that he could while being held as he was. Suddenly there was popping like sound and the old bird let go and let out a satisfied cluck. It make a few more sounds but Owen was still hurting too much to pay attention.

He could feel that the pokemon was still doing something to his leg, it lifted his leg up at one point, but at the moment didn’t care. As long as the bird didn’t go pushing on the broken bone again. Whatever it was doing didn’t take too long to do. Getting to its feet the old bird seemed to say something to the younger one before it left the cave.

A little after the older looking pokemon had left, Owen realized the younger Blaziken had loosened it hold on him and was making soft cooing sounds in his right ear. Owen let the pokemon comfort him. At the moment he didn’t care that it was a wild pokemon, he just needed to feel every might turn out ok. Closing his eyes he let himself relax, as much as possible with the pain he was in, in the pokemon’s hold. Owen wasn’t sure just how long he and the Blaziken sat like that, but slowly the pain he was feeling started to fade. Once it no longer feeling like a pulsing hotwire of sharp pain he finally looked down at this leg.

He was pretty sure what the pokemon had done, set the bone for him, and now he saw the old Blaziken had also braced it with sticks and some kind of thick long leaves. Looking away from his leg he tilted his head to look at Blaziken holding him. It had stopped cooing now and was watching him in return.

“Ken?” It questioned, and then made a few clucks as well as clicks of his beak.

“I wish I know what you where saying.” Owen told the bird. It too seemed to feel the same, if the look it had was any indication.

Pulling one of its arms away from his waist it gestured at his leg and repeated the sounds. He guessed whatever it was saying had to do with his leg but still was mostly clueless. “It’s not hurting as much if that’s what you want to know.” He said.

The bird kept looking at his leg, but didn’t keep trying to ask whatever it had been saying. Owen guessed it was giving up for the moment, or he’d somehow answered regardless of them not being able to talk.

They sat in silence again for a bit, before the Blaziken tried to say something else. As it did it moved away from him. As he’d been leaning back on the bird, he had to use his good arm to push himself up a little to keep from falling back. It hurt his side a little to be sitting up on his own, but the pain wasn’t enough to cause great discomfort.

He turned his head to look at the Blaziken as it tried to say something to him again. Along with the sounds it pointed into its mouth then rubbed its stomach. ’Is it try to tell me it’s going to get some food?’

Touching his own stomach he realized he was kind of hunger and looked back at the departing pokemon. He hoped he was right his guess of what it was saying. He couldn’t think of anything else that made sense with the miming the bird had done though.

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It turned out he was right. The Blaziken had left to get food. It returned about an hour or so later with an arm full of berries as well as what he thought as a zigzagoon. Owen hoped it was for the Blaziken as he wasn’t keen on eating a raw meat. Considering how they could barely communicate he didn’t think he’d be able to get the bird to understand what he meant if he asked to cook it.

Sitting down next to him the bird pokemon set the berries down where they both could reach and watched him push himself back up into a sitting position. He’d laid back down a little while after he’d been left alone. He’d not managed to find sleep this time though. His aching body had kept him up, along with his question filled mind. Once he was sitting up again the bird picked up one of the berries and handed it to him with a few gestures at his mouth and some squawking sounds he was beginning to wonder had something to do with food. The pokemon had made the same sound before it had left.

“Thanks.” He told the bird as he took the berry. It had a rough feeling thick bright green out skin. There were some grooves in the skin; it almost looked to be in over lapping pieces. He though it likely a Lum berry, but if so it was bigger than he was used to seeing.

Owen attempted to get his fingers under the lapping layers of the outer skin so he could peel the fruit, but was having a hard time of it. He didn’t’ really have any nails to pry under to help him. He was getting a little frustrated with it when he heard some cluck and squawking sounds from Blaziken. Looking away from the berry he turned his attention to the bird. He saw it was watching him and made a gesture for the berry.

The part of him that his pride as a guy didn’t want to admit he couldn’t peel the berry own his own, but the rest of him that was hungry was happy enough to hand over the annoying green fruit. It didn’t take the pokemon long to use its clawed fingers to pull back the green peel. Making a clucking noise it handed the berry back.

Owen muttered “Thanks” again, and then bit into the pale purple flesh the peel had been protecting. It was a little sweat, but not overly so. It had a mix of flavors to balance it out. It was rather good, better than any Lum he’d gotten at a store.

Once he finished the berry he looked over at the Blaziken. While he’d been eating it had started on the Zigzagoon. It was a bit of a gory sight, seeing the bird using it claws and beak to pull back the fur so it could get to the flesh inside. Looking away before he lost his appetite Owen picked up a few small red fruits with a yellow bottoms to eat.

As he ate he realized the cave was getting a bit dimmer then it had been. It wasn’t as dark as it had been with the cover over the cave entrance, but it was getting darker. Looking towards the hole in the cave wall he wondered if the sun was going down. He couldn’t really tell from where he was at. All he could see from here was what he thought was the ground outside the cave, a mix of grass and dirt and a little bit of a forest.

He was sure it was getting darker though, and the realization made him anxious. He didn’t feel any fear toward the wild Blaziken that had been caring for him, but he could help but not want the night to come around again…

He jumped a little when the bird pokemon made a “Ken” sound. Looking at the pokemon he saw it had stopped eating and was watching him. Unfamiliar with what kind of expressions the bird could make, Owen wasn’t sure what the look he was getting from it might mean. It didn’t help that the bird had a little blood on his face and hands.

Looking at the blood wasn’t doing anything to help his rising nerves so he looked away from the pokemon and back to the berries. He wasn’t really feeling like eating anything else though so he let the rest where they were.

The Blaziken said something, more clucks and chirps in his ears, and got up. As it started to leave his head snapped towards it retreating back. “Don’t go.” He called after the pokemon.

Pausing, the Blaziken looked back at him but only for a moment before it continued on its way out of the hole. He hadn’t really noticed before but the pokemon radiated a bit of warmth. Not enough to make the cave hot, but enough he felt a bit chilled now that the bird was gone. The lack of warmth helped his unease grow. He told himself even if the Blaziken didn’t come back soon, that its cave should be a safe place to be. Nothing had happened the others times he’d been left alone here.

His fear was of a more base kind though, sometime deeper than any kind of fear he’d felt before this. It wasn’t so easy for him to force his fear away, when he didn’t really even want to think of where this fear had come from. Since his moment of panic at walking up in the cave he’d tried not to think of the Mightyena that would have killed him had the Blaziken not shown up.

Now though as the shadows grew he couldn’t help but remember how the wolf like pokemon had come out of the darkness at him. The growing shadows seemed far most sinister then they really where, his mind making them seem to creep towards him. He felt like pulling his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around his legs as he closed his eyes. He started to do it but moving his right leg sent a pulse of pain through it. So instead he started at the opening and tried not to let him mind play tricks on him.

He hadn't been sitting there like that for too long when Blaziken came back, bring its heat with it. Seeing the pokemon sent a wave of relief through him. Maybe he'd not be left alone during the night after all. The bird pokemon placed its woven cover over the hole and then come straight over to the nest. He couldn't really see much of anything, but the pokemon had no trouble sitting down next to him without bumping him. Owen wondered how good its vision was in the dark.

The bird made a few clucking like sounds, some deeper than others, and then placed a rough hand on his bare shoulder to gently push him back. Guessing the bird pokemon wanted him to lay down Owen did so. A few moments later he heard a rustle as the Blaziken lay down beside him.

It seemed so weird to be sleeping almost naked in a nest with a wild Blaziken. He was comfortable though. The moss and feathers lining the bottom where soft and the pokemon presence helped him feel safe. His fears weren’t gone, but at least for the moment they were held at bay and he allowed his eyes to close.
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