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(What other colors have you seen, my friend?)

Tulip(the shiny Lugia): Ooh, I’d like to meet her~!

(it’s totally ok dude) More footsteps began to circle her slowly, as well as the stretching sound of a bow being drawn. A very tall figure steps slightly into view, then weaves back into the trees with its fur tipped tail following close behind. Quiet whispers in a language Widow didn’t recognize floated in the humid forest air.

Her ears moved in every direction trying to keep a track, she stood completly, her ears pinned back, her white wolf tail moved a little behind as she turned “who’s there!?” She yelled, her fingers tipped with pitch black claws…

The steps suddenly stopped. The tall shadow approached her from the side, crouching low to the ground. It had long, wiry arms and agile legs, as well as a tufted tail and long ears, also tipped with fluff. As the light hit him, his tattoos became visible. A series of lines connecting blue and a few golden circles were aligned on certain spots on his skin, which was somewhat tan. His long, sort of shaggy hair was stark white with hints of blonde strands scattered within. His eyes are a brilliant ocean blue, focusing and twitching, analyzing Widow’s presence. The creature moves in yet another circle around her, gathering information, then stops in front of her in a crouch, staff poised at his side like a cobra. His tail whisked away some dry leaves behind him as he focused his azure gaze on hers.

Widow jumps back…but she has changed… her once delicate hands were now ‘paws’ , claws and pads in black, her arms now covered in short fur, wine colored from the tip of the fingers to her elbow, her slender legs were now the paws and long legs of a wolf, wine colored up to her knees, the rest of her all covered in a snow white fur, that reached her new snout and ended in a black nose… her hair, black as the night had a noticeable white streak on the front locks, she snarled as her green eyes locked sight with his “who are you”

The figure seemed curious. He lowered his staff, stood up, and spoke. “Aelu,” he states, tapping his chest. “You?” He taps Widow’s furry chest with a finger. “Who?” His English was clearly terrible. A thick accent came as he talked, incomparable to any existing language. The nutshells and stone beads on the curve of his staff jingled and clicked when he shook it lightly, like sort of a habit. He cocked his head, awaiting her response.

Widow snarls a little “i’m Widow” she answers in an irish accent, millenia of living in those territories left a mark on her “what brings you here” she asked, her ear twitched at the sound of leaves being moved by the wind around them… the branches of the trees… the water in a river nearby…

Aelu folds his ears, taken aback by the aggressive sound from Widow. “Explore west of the forest, like chief told,” he explained with a bit of difficulty. “To find food. Water.” He gestured with his tail to the source of the trickling water noises. “Where your home? Not forest?”

“These are my domains… white wolf forest…this is my home” she said in a more relaxed tone, she was slightly protective of her domains and the unusual inhabitants of the place… that right now were walking in a circle around them…sometimes making an eerie howling sound

Aelu’s ears twitched at the sounds around them. “Faehra…?” he muttered, then corrected himself and said it in English. “Wolf? Are wolves here?” He turned in a circle, wary of the creatures around him.

“Not wolves…” she then whistles and the howling stops… the sound of hooves and paws racing through the forest filled their ears… until a group of creatures sat arounf her and some of them stood in front “these are forest spirits…” the creatures in the shape of black deers or wolves… that instead of a face had a yellowish skull that chattered as they snapped “they keep intruders out of the place….” with a move of her hand the creatures returned to the shadows in a chorus of howls and terrifying screams “but somehow let you pass…”

“Ah… I’ve seen before,” he breathes. Another figure appears beside him, same species, female, curvier than him, and with maroon tattoos. “Hello, stranger! Sorry for my brother’s bad English. I’m Liaja. I’ll help translate. Aelu, you can speak comfortably now,” she says. Aelu seems to relax. “Et’u aik poro sekkai, tu shil zhon Ek’Ak,” he says to his sister. Liaja nods and thinks for a moment, then speaks. “He says a deer spirit saved a friend of his from drowning once. A spirit named Ak, I believe. He’s grateful.”

“Oh i understand… this spirits have been following around for a long time now…i’m Widow, nice to meet you Liaja” she said, her hostile tone now lost “i’ve been living in these forest for a long time and it is the first time i see you around…” she says and suddenly she looks to one side of the forest… one of the black deers came back “Liath… what is it…” she says as she pets the skull… and then a gunshot is heard in the distance “hunters… you two… hide… Liath, tell the others to surround them”

Aelu’s ears pricked, and Liaja flinched. They joined hands and bounded a short distance into the forest, with Liaja behind a gnarled and dark wall of shrubs and her brother high in a tree. Aelu pulls a tube-shaped object from the pack on his waist and loads something sharp into it. Pulling down some branches, he conceals himself almost completely. Lying in wait for a hunter to cross their path…

As one hunter trudged past the trees, a sharp whoosh followed by a thud bounces off the trees. Aelu had shot a sedative blowdart into the rifleman’s jugular, knocking him out. He glanced at Liaja and gave her a goofy grin, as if to say “Ha! I finally landed a dart!”

Widow ran into the direction of the sound and found the hunter with the dart still on his neck “what the…” she wispers and then snaps her fingers and the shadows take him away “he wandered too far away”

Aelu slinks out of the leaves and tilts his head at Widow. “What was they holding? This?” He pokes the rifle’s handle. Liaja comes out from her hiding spot and reclines against a rock next to Widow, tiredly looking up at the dusky bluish purple sky.

Widow gently moves his hand away “careful, it’s dangerous, this is a rifle, a weapon for killing…” she said picking it up…it slowly melted in her hands “this thing has decimated the poblation of deers in this forest, they are barely recovering now”

The Olo’ji shaman jerked his hand away from the gun, hissing lowly. “Why kill? Pointless...”

(it’s totally ok dude) More footsteps began to circle her slowly, as well as the stretching sound of a bow being drawn. A very tall figure steps slightly into view, then weaves back into the trees with its fur tipped tail following close behind. Quiet whispers in a language Widow didn’t recognize floated in the humid forest air.

Her ears moved in every direction trying to keep a track, she stood completly, her ears pinned back, her white wolf tail moved a little behind as she turned “who’s there!?” She yelled, her fingers tipped with pitch black claws…

The steps suddenly stopped. The tall shadow approached her from the side, crouching low to the ground. It had long, wiry arms and agile legs, as well as a tufted tail and long ears, also tipped with fluff. As the light hit him, his tattoos became visible. A series of lines connecting blue and a few golden circles were aligned on certain spots on his skin, which was somewhat tan. His long, sort of shaggy hair was stark white with hints of blonde strands scattered within. His eyes are a brilliant ocean blue, focusing and twitching, analyzing Widow’s presence. The creature moves in yet another circle around her, gathering information, then stops in front of her in a crouch, staff poised at his side like a cobra. His tail whisked away some dry leaves behind him as he focused his azure gaze on hers.

Widow jumps back…but she has changed… her once delicate hands were now ‘paws’ , claws and pads in black, her arms now covered in short fur, wine colored from the tip of the fingers to her elbow, her slender legs were now the paws and long legs of a wolf, wine colored up to her knees, the rest of her all covered in a snow white fur, that reached her new snout and ended in a black nose… her hair, black as the night had a noticeable white streak on the front locks, she snarled as her green eyes locked sight with his “who are you”

The figure seemed curious. He lowered his staff, stood up, and spoke. “Aelu,” he states, tapping his chest. “You?” He taps Widow’s furry chest with a finger. “Who?” His English was clearly terrible. A thick accent came as he talked, incomparable to any existing language. The nutshells and stone beads on the curve of his staff jingled and clicked when he shook it lightly, like sort of a habit. He cocked his head, awaiting her response.

Widow snarls a little “i’m Widow” she answers in an irish accent, millenia of living in those territories left a mark on her “what brings you here” she asked, her ear twitched at the sound of leaves being moved by the wind around them… the branches of the trees… the water in a river nearby…

Aelu folds his ears, taken aback by the aggressive sound from Widow. “Explore west of the forest, like chief told,” he explained with a bit of difficulty. “To find food. Water.” He gestured with his tail to the source of the trickling water noises. “Where your home? Not forest?”

“These are my domains… white wolf forest…this is my home” she said in a more relaxed tone, she was slightly protective of her domains and the unusual inhabitants of the place… that right now were walking in a circle around them…sometimes making an eerie howling sound

Aelu’s ears twitched at the sounds around them. “Faehra…?” he muttered, then corrected himself and said it in English. “Wolf? Are wolves here?” He turned in a circle, wary of the creatures around him.

“Not wolves…” she then whistles and the howling stops… the sound of hooves and paws racing through the forest filled their ears… until a group of creatures sat arounf her and some of them stood in front “these are forest spirits…” the creatures in the shape of black deers or wolves… that instead of a face had a yellowish skull that chattered as they snapped “they keep intruders out of the place….” with a move of her hand the creatures returned to the shadows in a chorus of howls and terrifying screams “but somehow let you pass…”

“Ah… I’ve seen before,” he breathes. Another figure appears beside him, same species, female, curvier than him, and with maroon tattoos. “Hello, stranger! Sorry for my brother’s bad English. I’m Liaja. I’ll help translate. Aelu, you can speak comfortably now,” she says. Aelu seems to relax. “Et’u aik poro sekkai, tu shil zhon Ek’Ak,” he says to his sister. Liaja nods and thinks for a moment, then speaks. “He says a deer spirit saved a friend of his from drowning once. A spirit named Ak, I believe. He’s grateful.”

“Oh i understand… this spirits have been following around for a long time now…i’m Widow, nice to meet you Liaja” she said, her hostile tone now lost “i’ve been living in these forest for a long time and it is the first time i see you around…” she says and suddenly she looks to one side of the forest… one of the black deers came back “Liath… what is it…” she says as she pets the skull… and then a gunshot is heard in the distance “hunters… you two… hide… Liath, tell the others to surround them”

Aelu’s ears pricked, and Liaja flinched. They joined hands and bounded a short distance into the forest, with Liaja behind a gnarled and dark wall of shrubs and her brother high in a tree. Aelu pulls a tube-shaped object from the pack on his waist and loads something sharp into it. Pulling down some branches, he conceals himself almost completely. Lying in wait for a hunter to cross their path…

As one hunter trudged past the trees, a sharp whoosh followed by a thud bounces off the trees. Aelu had shot a sedative blowdart into the rifleman’s jugular, knocking him out. He glanced at Liaja and gave her a goofy grin, as if to say “Ha! I finally landed a dart!”

Widow ran into the direction of the sound and found the hunter with the dart still on his neck “what the…” she wispers and then snaps her fingers and the shadows take him away “he wandered too far away”

Aelu slinks out of the leaves and tilts his head at Widow. “What was they holding? This?” He pokes the rifle’s handle. Liaja comes out from her hiding spot and reclines against a rock next to Widow, tiredly looking up at the dusky bluish purple sky.

(it’s totally ok dude) More footsteps began to circle her slowly, as well as the stretching sound of a bow being drawn. A very tall figure steps slightly into view, then weaves back into the trees with its fur tipped tail following close behind. Quiet whispers in a language Widow didn’t recognize floated in the humid forest air.

Her ears moved in every direction trying to keep a track, she stood completly, her ears pinned back, her white wolf tail moved a little behind as she turned “who’s there!?” She yelled, her fingers tipped with pitch black claws…

The steps suddenly stopped. The tall shadow approached her from the side, crouching low to the ground. It had long, wiry arms and agile legs, as well as a tufted tail and long ears, also tipped with fluff. As the light hit him, his tattoos became visible. A series of lines connecting blue and a few golden circles were aligned on certain spots on his skin, which was somewhat tan. His long, sort of shaggy hair was stark white with hints of blonde strands scattered within. His eyes are a brilliant ocean blue, focusing and twitching, analyzing Widow’s presence. The creature moves in yet another circle around her, gathering information, then stops in front of her in a crouch, staff poised at his side like a cobra. His tail whisked away some dry leaves behind him as he focused his azure gaze on hers.

Widow jumps back…but she has changed… her once delicate hands were now ‘paws’ , claws and pads in black, her arms now covered in short fur, wine colored from the tip of the fingers to her elbow, her slender legs were now the paws and long legs of a wolf, wine colored up to her knees, the rest of her all covered in a snow white fur, that reached her new snout and ended in a black nose… her hair, black as the night had a noticeable white streak on the front locks, she snarled as her green eyes locked sight with his “who are you”

The figure seemed curious. He lowered his staff, stood up, and spoke. “Aelu,” he states, tapping his chest. “You?” He taps Widow’s furry chest with a finger. “Who?” His English was clearly terrible. A thick accent came as he talked, incomparable to any existing language. The nutshells and stone beads on the curve of his staff jingled and clicked when he shook it lightly, like sort of a habit. He cocked his head, awaiting her response.

Widow snarls a little “i’m Widow” she answers in an irish accent, millenia of living in those territories left a mark on her “what brings you here” she asked, her ear twitched at the sound of leaves being moved by the wind around them… the branches of the trees… the water in a river nearby…

Aelu folds his ears, taken aback by the aggressive sound from Widow. “Explore west of the forest, like chief told,” he explained with a bit of difficulty. “To find food. Water.” He gestured with his tail to the source of the trickling water noises. “Where your home? Not forest?”

“These are my domains… white wolf forest…this is my home” she said in a more relaxed tone, she was slightly protective of her domains and the unusual inhabitants of the place… that right now were walking in a circle around them…sometimes making an eerie howling sound

Aelu’s ears twitched at the sounds around them. “Faehra…?” he muttered, then corrected himself and said it in English. “Wolf? Are wolves here?” He turned in a circle, wary of the creatures around him.

“Not wolves…” she then whistles and the howling stops… the sound of hooves and paws racing through the forest filled their ears… until a group of creatures sat arounf her and some of them stood in front “these are forest spirits…” the creatures in the shape of black deers or wolves… that instead of a face had a yellowish skull that chattered as they snapped “they keep intruders out of the place….” with a move of her hand the creatures returned to the shadows in a chorus of howls and terrifying screams “but somehow let you pass…”

“Ah… I’ve seen before,” he breathes. Another figure appears beside him, same species, female, curvier than him, and with maroon tattoos. “Hello, stranger! Sorry for my brother’s bad English. I’m Liaja. I’ll help translate. Aelu, you can speak comfortably now,” she says. Aelu seems to relax. “Et’u aik poro sekkai, tu shil zhon Ek’Ak,” he says to his sister. Liaja nods and thinks for a moment, then speaks. “He says a deer spirit saved a friend of his from drowning once. A spirit named Ak, I believe. He’s grateful.”

“Oh i understand… this spirits have been following around for a long time now…i’m Widow, nice to meet you Liaja” she said, her hostile tone now lost “i’ve been living in these forest for a long time and it is the first time i see you around…” she says and suddenly she looks to one side of the forest… one of the black deers came back “Liath… what is it…” she says as she pets the skull… and then a gunshot is heard in the distance “hunters… you two… hide… Liath, tell the others to surround them”

Aelu’s ears pricked, and Liaja flinched. They joined hands and bounded a short distance into the forest, with Liaja behind a gnarled and dark wall of shrubs and her brother high in a tree. Aelu pulls a tube-shaped object from the pack on his waist and loads something sharp into it. Pulling down some branches, he conceals himself almost completely. Lying in wait for a hunter to cross their path…

As one hunter trudged past the trees, a sharp whoosh followed by a thud bounces off the trees. Aelu had shot a sedative blowdart into the rifleman’s jugular, knocking him out. He glanced at Liaja and gave her a goofy grin, as if to say “Ha! I finally landed a dart!”

(it’s totally ok dude) More footsteps began to circle her slowly, as well as the stretching sound of a bow being drawn. A very tall figure steps slightly into view, then weaves back into the trees with its fur tipped tail following close behind. Quiet whispers in a language Widow didn’t recognize floated in the humid forest air.

Her ears moved in every direction trying to keep a track, she stood completly, her ears pinned back, her white wolf tail moved a little behind as she turned “who’s there!?” She yelled, her fingers tipped with pitch black claws…

The steps suddenly stopped. The tall shadow approached her from the side, crouching low to the ground. It had long, wiry arms and agile legs, as well as a tufted tail and long ears, also tipped with fluff. As the light hit him, his tattoos became visible. A series of lines connecting blue and a few golden circles were aligned on certain spots on his skin, which was somewhat tan. His long, sort of shaggy hair was stark white with hints of blonde strands scattered within. His eyes are a brilliant ocean blue, focusing and twitching, analyzing Widow’s presence. The creature moves in yet another circle around her, gathering information, then stops in front of her in a crouch, staff poised at his side like a cobra. His tail whisked away some dry leaves behind him as he focused his azure gaze on hers.

Widow jumps back…but she has changed… her once delicate hands were now ‘paws’ , claws and pads in black, her arms now covered in short fur, wine colored from the tip of the fingers to her elbow, her slender legs were now the paws and long legs of a wolf, wine colored up to her knees, the rest of her all covered in a snow white fur, that reached her new snout and ended in a black nose… her hair, black as the night had a noticeable white streak on the front locks, she snarled as her green eyes locked sight with his “who are you”

The figure seemed curious. He lowered his staff, stood up, and spoke. “Aelu,” he states, tapping his chest. “You?” He taps Widow’s furry chest with a finger. “Who?” His English was clearly terrible. A thick accent came as he talked, incomparable to any existing language. The nutshells and stone beads on the curve of his staff jingled and clicked when he shook it lightly, like sort of a habit. He cocked his head, awaiting her response.

Widow snarls a little “i’m Widow” she answers in an irish accent, millenia of living in those territories left a mark on her “what brings you here” she asked, her ear twitched at the sound of leaves being moved by the wind around them… the branches of the trees… the water in a river nearby…

Aelu folds his ears, taken aback by the aggressive sound from Widow. “Explore west of the forest, like chief told,” he explained with a bit of difficulty. “To find food. Water.” He gestured with his tail to the source of the trickling water noises. “Where your home? Not forest?”

“These are my domains… white wolf forest…this is my home” she said in a more relaxed tone, she was slightly protective of her domains and the unusual inhabitants of the place… that right now were walking in a circle around them…sometimes making an eerie howling sound

Aelu’s ears twitched at the sounds around them. “Faehra…?” he muttered, then corrected himself and said it in English. “Wolf? Are wolves here?” He turned in a circle, wary of the creatures around him.

“Not wolves…” she then whistles and the howling stops… the sound of hooves and paws racing through the forest filled their ears… until a group of creatures sat arounf her and some of them stood in front “these are forest spirits…” the creatures in the shape of black deers or wolves… that instead of a face had a yellowish skull that chattered as they snapped “they keep intruders out of the place….” with a move of her hand the creatures returned to the shadows in a chorus of howls and terrifying screams “but somehow let you pass…”

“Ah… I’ve seen before,” he breathes. Another figure appears beside him, same species, female, curvier than him, and with maroon tattoos. “Hello, stranger! Sorry for my brother’s bad English. I’m Liaja. I’ll help translate. Aelu, you can speak comfortably now,” she says. Aelu seems to relax. “Et’u aik poro sekkai, tu shil zhon Ek’Ak,” he says to his sister. Liaja nods and thinks for a moment, then speaks. “He says a deer spirit saved a friend of his from drowning once. A spirit named Ak, I believe. He’s grateful.”

“Oh i understand… this spirits have been following around for a long time now…i’m Widow, nice to meet you Liaja” she said, her hostile tone now lost “i’ve been living in these forest for a long time and it is the first time i see you around…” she says and suddenly she looks to one side of the forest… one of the black deers came back “Liath… what is it…” she says as she pets the skull… and then a gunshot is heard in the distance “hunters… you two… hide… Liath, tell the others to surround them”

Aelu’s ears pricked, and Liaja flinched. They joined hands and bounded a short distance into the forest, with Liaja behind a gnarled and dark wall of shrubs and her brother high in a tree. Aelu pulls a tube-shaped object from the pack on his waist and loads something sharp into it. Pulling down some branches, he conceals himself almost completely. Lying in wait for a hunter to cross their path...

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