in brilliant color,

 It’s STUNNING and REGAL. Are all Pokemon in this Region like this? If so, the Hero of truth must wonder as to why Kalos is just mainly renowned for their FASHION.

  He stands as still as a statue, tightly gripping the sling of his messager bag in both mild fear and amazement as he watches the unknown Pokemon approach him. It vaguely reminds him of Cobalion, Virizion, and Terrakion. But he’s sure this Pokemon has no connection to them ( Why would it? It’s in another region. )

  He’s visually startled to hear it speak to him, but his shock doesn’t stop him from answering.

❝ I …  I’m not here to ca …  ❞ his voice trails off meekly, but returns much braver after a second of recollection. ❝ I’m not here to cause any harm. I’m just … looking for someone. I thought I might find him here. ❞

     IT LOWERS ITS HEAD towards his face, the air around it shimmering to life as it tunes its senses to life around it, and the fey energies that linger in the air. Its fairy aura crackles, like static, faint glitter drifting from its glossy coat. A dim light shimmers over the branching antlers on top of its head.

           — ❝ ...I can feel... honesty, like gentle ember. The traces of a faraway place. ❞ It says, its sourceless, telepathic voice resonating more softly now,  ❝ Very well. You are looking for someone. Tell me who. Maybe I can help you, but I should warn you... ❞

     Raising its head back to its full height, it turns, facing towards the dark trees, and then looks over its shoulder, gentle, but studious. Bright-eyed, it slowly dims the aura around it until the air returns to normal.

      ❪ he doesn’t seem like the type...  ❫

‘ & i would kindly ask deer, why the hell not ? ‘

      IT APPROACHES silently, much too silently for a creature so large.

yvetal vc: just as i eat the damned and holy for breakfast. i think we are truly alike!!

           ❝ Hello, I’m Xerneas, I’m a big deer, and also...❞

      ❝ BUT I DON’T have any— any money. Only these ❞

     It looks helplessly at the confused cashier behind the counter as it insistently holds out a handful of acorns to her again. The cashier shakes her head, trying to explain that they can’t give away food for free, and its expression falls. Its stomach grumbles. Neither it no Spritzee has eaten much of anything since they got off the boat, and the fried bread shops in Alola all smell very good.

     The smaller, pink pokemon flits anxiously on the strange woman’s shoulder. Xerneas is dressed in slightly wood-worn clothes, and has no bag or wallet. I’m out of place, it thinks. It turns to the next person in line behind it.

     A CHILL, humid air drifts past its face, sprinkled with the smell of salt and a hint of mists-to-come. Ocean, it thinks to itself, the familiar scent of land-meets-sea. It was always odd, how much people changed and nature did not. Or maybe it did; after all, Xerneas does not recognize this coastline, or at least, not well.

     Its hooves slide a little on the wet rocks as it approaches the place where earth meets seas. Raising its nose to the morning air, it extends its fairy aura to the land around. There is life here, the same as any place, but something else— power, too. It raises its head and voice to the ocean breeze to call.