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Mountain Storm	By : ShadowCat13 Category: Pokemon > General Views: 7684 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 7

“It’s not funny …” Owen grumbled as he glared at his Caretaker from where he sat in the slow moving stream. She was standing downstream from him a little ways and making a cooing like laugh sound at him as he fished around in the water for his walking stick.

For a moment Owen feared it might have gotten washed away after he’d slipped and fallen on his rear, but after a few moments of looking spotted it snagged on a fallen tree a few feet away. Leaning forward Owen grabbed a hold of the end and pulled it free with a sharp tug. Ignoring the still laughing Blaziken that wasn’t doing anything to help Owen got to his feet and waded out of the water.

’Why had I wanted to go with her again?’Owen wondered when he got to the shore and looked down at his wet pants. It was a few days after he’d given the Blaziken the woven mat. Their relationship was mostly back to how it had been before the incident. The only difference being she seemed to want to spend a bit more time with him now. She started showing him around the caves more and let him tag along while she was away from them a couple times.

That was why Owen was out fishing with the bird. Or in his cause, falling into the stream and scaring away the Corphish she’d just spoted…

“Amo.” The Blaziken stopped laughing at hearing the name he’d taken to calling her and turned to look at Owen. “Are we still fishing?” He questioned slowly. He’d found it helped her understand what he said when spook his questions like that.

Nodding Amo gestured farther down the stream as she squawked and clucked. He understood enough to get that she was saying they could try down that way. Allowing her to lead the way Owen followed after her as she walked along the stream. Not wanting to fall in again he paid more attention to where he stepped this time. After walking for ten or so minutes of walking the terrain started to get rough. Paying even more attention to his footing now, Owen didn’t realize the Blaziken had turned towards him with the intention of picking him up.

Owen was startled when her feathery arms easily scooped him up, but quickly recovered. “I can walk.” Owen protested, struggling a little to be put down. He might have to go a little slow but he was sure he could manage without help. He’d been walking around without help for the past couple days now. His protest died though as they rounded a bend in the stream and came to area where the surrounding forest gave way to an area that looked to have been the epicenter of some kind of destructive force in the past. Most of the trees in the area seemed to have been broken or pulled out of the ground and the tossed around. They weren’t little saplings either, but large fully mature spruce and aspens. Littering the ground around the fallen tree’s where large rocks and deep gorge marks.

For all the area looked to have been torn apart, nature already seemed to be healing the scar to the land. Young tree grew next to old fallen ones and the stream flowed in a zigzag around the rocks before it feel over a ledge in a small water fall.

“Did pokemon do this?” Owen asked looking away from the scenery and tilted his head up to look at Amo.

The Blaziken hadn’t seemed affected much by the area as he had. Upon arriving she’d started to hop from boulder to boulder. At his question though she stopped on one of the larger boulders and glanced around for a moment. She clucked out something low he didn’t understand. He’d not heard most of the sounds before. One of the bawks though was similar to what they called him, but sounded different enough in pitch Owen thought the sounds meaning was different.

Taking her eyes off the landscape Amo looked down at Owen. The look seemed searching, but he wasn’t sure for what. Feeling a little uncomfortable under the gaze he turned his head to look out at the landscape again. He wasn’t sure if she found what she was looking for, but after a few moments the bird clucked something low and started jumping from rock to rock again.

It didn’t take them long to get past the area and back to more peaceful looking forest. Owen was glad to be past it. The area its self didn’t seemed to bother Amo, though he thought she didn’t like what had done it. The similar bawk sound he’d heard keep going through his head. Was it just chance it was similar to the sound the Blaziken used for him? Or was there a reason for that? He was pretty sure the Bawk they use to call for him was their ‘word’ for human. Could the other mean something about humans too? Looking over the Blaziken’s feathery shoulder he found he hoped not… But had the feeling it likely was.

Amo was slowing down in her pace again so Owen turned his head to look forward once more. Before them was a wide river. It looked a lot deeper and faster flowing then the stream he’d accidently fallen into. There were a few spots along the shore where fallen logs or large rocks made calmer pools. He thought those where likely were Amo would look for fish. They weren’t the only ones at the river though. A little ways down the bank on the other side of the river was an Ursaring with a Teddiursa at its side. The bear pokemon looked at them for a few moments, him especially, before wondering downstream.

After looking around to be sure there wasn’t any other pokemon that might be a threat nearby his caretaker set him down a few feet away from the stream. Looking at his wet pants Amo clucked at him and pointed at the grass. Owen recognized most of the sounds and had no trouble understanding she was telling him to stay where he was. He head the same thing told to the young trouble making Torchic enough times, though added to it was the ‘bawk’ used to address him.

“Don’t worry… I don’t want to drown. My names Owen though. Not… Bah-kah- whatever…” He her trying to say repeat the sound as he sat down. He’d thought of doing trying to tell her his name before, but hadn’t yet got around to it as what they’d called him hadn’t bother him before. The Blaziken watched him, clearly not sure what he was trying to say, for a moment before she turned to head to the river.

“Wait.”

“Ken?” She questioned looking back at him.

“My names Owen. O- EN.” He told her saying it slowly and pointing to himself.

Tilting her head Amo looked at him for a moment as she tried to get what she was trying to say. Owen repeated a few times till she got it. He could tell the moment it clicked as her eyes seemed to light up a little and she started to try to say it. She had no problem with the ‘en’ part, but the ‘O’ was giving her some trouble. She keep wanting to do an ‘Ah’ instead of ‘Oh’. It wasn’t a sound that the birds would normally make, so she was having trouble with the sound. She seemed really determined to though.

“En is fine for now.” He told her smiling after a few minutes of her trying to say it right.

“En…” She repeated looking at him. “En!” Pointing at herself she clucked out something fast.

He’d heard it before, but till now hadn’t realized it was her name. He wasn’t sure he could hope to repeat it though… “Cla-bawh…. Clah-” A rough clawed hand over his mouth stopped him and he looked questionly up at the Blaziken.

She seemed to been thinking something over. After a couple moments she tapped her chest and said, “Aahm…. Ahm-o” She told him trying really hard to pronounce Amo. The O part came out a sounding a bit odd but understandable enough.

Pulling her hand away from his face Owen smiled. “Alight. I’ll keep calling you Amo.” He agreed. He wondered what she’d think if she know the meaning of the word. That he was calling her his ‘cherished one’, his ‘love’ each time he called her that.

’If I wasn’t in trouble before, I am now.’ Owen thought as the bird went over to the river to fish. He was beginning to wonder what he’d do when it came time to leave… Even if the birds would let him, Owen knew couldn’t stay here like this forever. When his leg was healed, he needed to go find his friends and even contact his family. He guessed that by now they’d have to have been contacted and told what had happened.

Looking over at the Blaziken he wondered if Amo would go with him when he left her flock. He really wanted her to go with him, but didn’t think he could try and make her go. Even if he’d had his Sawbuck with him and a pokeball to catch her with, he wouldn’t be able to do it. Not to her. The thought of forcing Amo to do as he wanted felt wrong. Very, very wrong. She was far more than just a pokemon to him now.

He almost wanted to laugh… or cry. He really was falling in love with a pokemon.

Sudden splashing alerted him that Amo must have caught something. Paying more attention to what she was doing Owen watched as she stood waist deep in calm pool along the river’s edge, trying to pull a struggling Goldeen out of the water by its fin. It flailed around trying to jab the bird with it horn, but the bird held tightly onto its fin. Once it started to slow down she hit the fish hard on the side of the head and then tossed the fish onto the shore. Owen watched if flop weekly a couple times before it went still.

Amo hopped out of the water and sat on a rock to watch for another fish. Owen wasn’t sure she’d have much luck as the Goldeen she’d caught had made a racket. Looking towards the Goldeen he wondered how often the birds fished. He couldn’t remember seeing her eating any fish while he’d been here, just some small mammals like Zigragoons and Rattata. Looking back out at the bird he wondered if it was because as fire types they took a risk to go fishing. If that was the case though, Amo didn’t seem too worried. If anything he thought she might be having fun trying to catch them.

Leaning back he smiled a little as he watched Amo. He thought she might have found another fish as she suddenly jumped back into the water. He couldn’t tell if it was going well or not though. She kept hopping around the thigh deep water in circles as the orange fish she was after swam around and tried to jab her with its horn. This went on for about five minutes before Amo seemed to give up. Coming out of the water she shook her legs a little to get the water off and then went over to where she’d tossed the fish.

“Done fishing?” Owen asked getting up. She clucked a simple answer of ‘yes’ as she picked up the fish by its tail. Motioning for him to fallow after her, Amo lead him to an animal trail.

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As Owen had to go at a somewhat slow pace because of his leg it took them around an hour to arrive back to where the flock of fire bird pokemon lived. When entered the large clearing before the mountain side Owen saw that Amo hadn’t been the only Blaziken to have gone out to catch something. Some of the birds seemed to have gone hunting instead of fishing but all the Blaziken and even some of the older Combusken gathered in the clearing all had a catch of some kind.

Looking around Owen saw a couple more Goldeen as well some Corphish and a Barboach. It was the trouble making Torchics father that was showing that off and he seemed rather pleased with his catch. His mate, the darker colored bird that had taken him to his caretakers cave seemed pleased with the catch as well.

It was mostly the Combusken that seemed to gone hunting instead of fishing. One had a small Goldeen, that was earning it praise, but the others had things like Buneary and Zigragoons. Not that they didn’t seem happy with their catches.

Wondering what was going on Owen hurried to follow Amo over to where she’s joined the other Blaziken while he’d been looking around. Coming to a halt behind her Owen continued to watch the birds. They seemed rather excited.

“Chic!”

Turning his head the way the call had come from Owen spotted the male Torchic darting between the older bird legs as it came his way. When it reached him it started hopping up and down ‘flapping’ its tiny wings and trilling happily.

“What’s going on?” He asked as he bent down. The chick keep cheeping, a possible answer, but if so it was going way too fast for him to possible understand anything. While the Torchic couldn’t make all the same sounds as the Blaziken, they still could make some similar that had the same basic meanings it seemed. Still with how much and fast the chic was cheeping there was no way he could understand.

The overly excited chick hopped into his arms, seemingly wanting to be picked up so Owen obliged and warped an arm around the little bird and stood back up. After a few moments he noticed that the chick’s mother was watching him and her chick. For a moment he wondered if he should maybe set him back down but the darker bird just reached over to ruffle her chicks head and told it to behave before she looked away from them.

Soon all the food, including a ton of berries, nuts and other gathered things he’d not noticed before where all placed on large mats in the clearing. The woven mats where arranged in a rather large and wide double circle (the food on the inner ring) and as he watched some of the Combusken started to pile up sticks and other flammable materials in the center of it.

“Are they making a bonfire?” Owen wondered out loud. The chick he was holding chirped questionly at him, but he just keep watching as more stick and then branches were stacked up. It really looked like they were.

A loud trill from one of the Blaziken made him jump. He’d only ever heard the chicks do that so it surprised him. Looking around Owen tried to figure out which bird had made the sound and why, when a responding trill come from the forest. It sounded close by and a few minutes later a number of birds he’d never seen before came out of the forest. There were enough that it had to be another Flock. Soon there was easily 50 to 60 birds in the large clearing as the two groups greeted each other. Some of the new birds had food as well, but most of those with something seemed to have woven mats or other items they’d made. Owen wondered what they were for.

The chick in his arms grew even more excited and seemed about to explode. It didn’t seem to want to be set down though, so he keep hold of the wiggly chick.

As the two groups of Birds mingled it didn’t take too long for the new birds to notice him. He could tell his presence surprised them. Even if Owen hadn’t had nearly two weeks to study the birds he was sure he’d have been able to tell by now they keep staring at him. He could hear their word for ‘human’ over and over now as they seemed to ask about him. That was about all he could pick up of the fast clucking and bawk sounds though.

“En.”

Hearing Amo calling for him turned around to look at her, only she wasn’t standing next to him anymore. Wondering when he’d lost her, he started to look around for her. He felt a little exposed suddenly being alone, even though he didn’t think he was in any danger. After a few moments he spotted her over by the mats and hurried to join her.

When he got there Amo clucked out a request to sit as she gestured at the mat. Sinking down he set his walk stick where he thought it would be out of the way. Wondering if she’d join him he tilted his head around to look at her as the darker colored Blaziken walked up. He wondered if she was coming for her chick but after a glance at it and him started to talk with his Caretaker.

They were clucking too fast for him to even try to follow so he didn’t even try. Instead set the chick down on his lap. It hopped off almost immediately and started to ‘bounce’ next to him. Owen half expected it to run off, but for a change it stayed put. He wondered if it was possible it was intimidated by the number of new bird. Then snorted. “Yeah right. If you weren’t scared of me why would your own kind intimidate you.”

Tilting its head the Torchic looked up at him. “Chic?” He didn’t think it understood what he’d said, or at least not fully, but either way the Torchic cheeped back at him before it going back to bouncing.

A few minutes later Amo did sit down next to him, scooting the chick out of the way to do so. It complained, but she just ignored him. A few moments after she’d sat down the old bird that had set his leg called out to those gathered. He thought it might be a call to sit down as those that hadn’t come to the mats yet now did so. Owen couldn’t tell if the birds where just sitting where ever or if there was an order to where everyone sat. All he knew was the two Flocks where mixed up together.

Once they were all sitting and it was mostly quiet the old bird started talking. Own caught a few ‘words’ but for the most part was still clueless as to what was going on. Glancing over at Amo he wished he understood more so he could ask her to explain thing to him. As it was he knew just watching and listening would be the best he could do.

After a few minutes the old bird sat down with her mate on one of the nearby mats and the Blaziken with darker red feathers on the mat to their right stood up with her mate. They were joined by two Blaziken from the other Flock. The four birds walked into the open area around the piled up wood and started to dance. At least that’s what it looked like to Owen. It could easily have been a display of there fighting moves but to him it look graceful and fluid, so he thought the birds where dancing around the unlit bonfire. The four birds jumped, spun and twisted around each other in a show that left him amazed. After a while flames sprang up around there wrists and the ‘dances’ mood seemed to shift. It was still graceful but now also held a touch of danger to it.

At the end the four leap into the air on a signal invisible to him and sent spinning flames at the wood, lighting it on fire. That must have been a signal to eat, as the bird all started to dig into the food before them. Taking an Oran offered to him Owen rolled it in his hands as he watched the four sit down. Once they had he looked at Amo.

“That was amazing.” He told her thinking that pokemon contests should be more like that.

The Torchic seemed to agree as it started jumping up and down while he trilled at his parents next to them. His father reached over and scooped up the hyper chick with a bawk at it to settle down. Amo clucked at him to eat and this time Owen bit into the blue berry. His caretaker ate a berry herself then turned her attention to the Goldeen she’d caught. Using a sharpened stone that had been place on the mat for this purpose, the bird started to carve up the fish. She placed the strips of flesh onto leaves. Once she was finished she chose a few then passed the rest around. Owen noticed that the other birds that had caught something were doing the same.

After passing a couple of the chose pieces to the chicks parents Amo, held one out to him as well. He took it slowly, not wanting to offend her, but unsure. He’d never eaten raw fish. He knew some people liked it but also though it was prepared a bit different than this.

“En?”

Looking up from the piece of fish Owen found Amo gazing at him. She clucked out ‘eat’, but in a way that it was a question and not telling him too.

“Just used to it cooked.” He told her and made a gesture to the fire. She looked over at the flames, but Owen didn’t expect her to understand, and didn’t think now was the time to try explaining humans cooked a lot of things before they ate them. So he took a hesitant bit. It wasn’t terrible, but he wasn’t really sure why people like it raw. He was sure it would be much better cooked. Still he took a few more bites, trying not to let it show he didn’t like it much.

He must not have done that great a job at it though as he’d not eaten too much of it before Amo reached over and took it away. When he looked over at the bird she clucked something and set it down. He thought she was saying he didn’t have to eat it.

Not realizing any of the other birds might have noticed Owen jumped a little when the darker colored bird near them clucked something about food, and then passed him some little dark purple barriers to eat.

Owen looked at her surprised of a moment then took them. He didn’t know what kind of berries they were, so looked them over for a moment before biting into the soft flesh. The inside of it was purple as well, though much lighter in shade then skin was. It kind of made him think of the Lum berry in flavor. It them it had a mix of flavors. Deciding he like them he smiled at the darker Blaziken. “Thanks.”

She clucked her beak in response before going back to her own food.

~~~

Later after they’d eaten the most of the birds started to move around more. They wondered from mat to mat as to chat. And show off. A number of the Combusken from both flock got up to dance around the fire. It was nothing like what the Blaziken had done earlier, but Owen still enjoyed watching. As did he realized that it was mostly males up dancing, though now and then a female would join in.

There also seemed to be gift giving going on. The mats and the other crafted items he’d noticed earlier where being offered to the female Combusken. Not all were accepted and Owen found himself wondered at the meaning behind the gifts. The Combusken that did accept the gives where surrounded by friends to inspect it while the giver was shooed away.

His Caretaker didn’t get up and go to any of the other mats, but a few birds did come over to hers. He thought she was being asked a lot about him, as they stared at him a lot. He was getting used to it now so it didn’t bother him too much. At least no of them seemed to be upset with his presence. He thought they were more curious then anything.

To his surprise one of the Combusken come over and offered a shell to Amo. It looked to be a squirtle shell which surprised him. He didn’t think the turtles where common in the area. Still curious to what the gift giving was all about Owen looked at his caretaker with interest, wondering if she’d take it. A number of the other birds were watching now too. The darker colored bird seemed especially interested.

Amo looked at the shell as the male Combusken held it up for her to look at, but didn’t take it for a closer look. After a moment she clucked something to him and he left with the Shell. Owen thought the Combusken was disappointed but the other birds acted as if they’d known she’d reject the gift.

“Amo, what are the gifts for?” Owen asked pointing over at one of the males with a gift and then to one of the females that had accepted a mat and was looking it over with a couple other birds.

The Blaziken looked over at where he’d pointed and then back at Owen. For a few moments she didn’t say anything and he started to wonder if he should try reasking his question. Before he could though she clucked out a ‘word’ that was unfamiliar to him as she pointed at a pair of Blaziken.

Looking over at them he tried to come up with something they could have in common with the Combusken but nothing came to mind. The pair hadn’t been given anything. Looking back at Amo he should his head, “What do they have to do with it?”

Amo clucked out, well more like muttered out something, as she appeared to be trying to figured out another way to tell him. She pointed to a few other birds, but still Owen didn’t get it. After a bit they both gave up. Owen decided to ask again sometime he understood more of what they said.

After that he just watched the birds. Whatever this party was for it seemed most were having a good time. He thought some of the Combusken with rejected gifts were looking a bit down, but other than them, the birds where having fun. And he enjoyed watching them. He had the feeling this was likely something humans hadn’t really seen before. It excited him to think he might be the first to witness it and more. He was sure that at least Amo’s flock, minus the rude Combusken, was fine with him being here for it.

He wasn’t sure just when, but sometime after sunset he’d ended up with the Torchic sleeping in his lap. Stroking its head absentmindedly he yawned. It was rather late now; the sun had been done for a few hours at least. ’I wonder how long this will last.’ He’d seen one of the Blaziken add more wood to the bon fire about an hour ago. At least he thought that’s how long it had been. It was a little hard to keep track of time without a watch. He’d been learning to judge time during the day though.

Owen kind of hoped the birds weren’t going to be up all night though. He thought he’d likely fall asleep at some point rather then make it. Even with them being noisy.

~~~

“En.” Feeling someone shake him Owen blinked then looked over at Amo.

“Hmm?” He murmured tiredly. It took him a moment to realized he must have fallen asleep and looked around him. He didn’t think too much time had passed, but he thought there might be fewer birds around the fire now. He realized too he didn’t have the Torchic in his lap any more.

Hearing Amo cluck something to him, Owen looked back at her as she scooped him up in her arms. As they headed for the trial up the mountain side he guessed she was taking him to her cave. “Is the party oo… over then?” He asked, yawning. He hoped so as he still didn’t like being alone. She clucked something again. He was too tired to understand what she was saying though.

It only took her a few minutes to get to her cave and place him in the nest. He was rather pleased when she covered the entrance and then joined him in the nest. Normally she was the one to cuddle against him, but after she’d lain down Owen moved closer and snuggled up to her, his cheek pressed against her warm chest.

He thought he heard a happy coo from her as her feathery arm was draped over him.
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