for each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses.

if he ever does discover n’s ability to talk to pokemon, he would be incredibly intrigued, but also a little saddened, especially if at one point, he also learned of his backstory. the ability to talk to pokemon is a rare ability amongst humans, even those who primarily fall under the aura category that it belongs to. for such a rare, difficult ability to be developed naturally is a wonder to him, but because it is categorized as an aura ability (  hence why lucario, the aura pokemon, can even talk to humans given enough training  ) and aura is affected by the mental state and emotions of its user, for n to develop such a specific, sparse ability on his own must have meant that he was unimaginably lonely. to develop that kind of ability probably meant that his situation had gone beyond just social isolation, but complete isolation from civilization, meaning that he only really had pokemon for company, who were the natural denizens of the wild. that intense loneliness must have triggered something in his aura which allowed him to develop such a specific ability that under normal circumstances would have taken harsh training to develop, and although it’s amazing, it’s also incredibly tragic.

god of war.

“Nighttime.” Is his sole response to her question as he watches the last vestiges of the sunrise retreat into the night sky, and as the radiance of the sun fades away, stars begin to dot the skies. The rise of the moon hails the awakening of nocturnal pokemon, and birdsongs are replaced by the hoots of owls and the chirp of crickets. However, something aside from the environment also changes, an encroaching chill from a different kind of cold.

Ghost type Pokemon.

Suddenly it seems as if they are watched from all directions, and Red looks around warily, shining his flashlight into the darkness of the woods. The exposed dark, translucent shapes shift in the breeze before disappearing, and Red exhales, a bead of sweat sliding down his skin.

god of war.

It’s a remark that earns her a rather incredulous look at first, mystified by how she could tell so quickly, as if it were so obvious despite him never noticing, before he realizes exactly how she surmised her conclusion as he looks down on himself. His shoes are worn and dirty from travel, there’s still bits of dirt clinging to his clothes, and his arms are covered in little cuts and scratches from rough tumbles in the forests. Though he’s done his best to stay clean, it’s difficult to stay tidy when travelling such distances, and truth be told, he’s not the most elegant in navigating through dense terrain.

god of war.

It’s a fiery battle, one which neither he nor his adversary shies away from going full throttle. As a result, the battle is intense and explosive, from the whoosh of wings to the flight of debris to the eruption of fire, each moment so fleeting in the ecstatic motion of battle. The dynamics of the battle increase at an exhilarating pace, and plumes of dust rise up in the midst of the thunder of battle, but if such an explosive display has attracted any witnesses, Red pays them little mind. The fervor of the fight does not allow him to keep his eyes anywhere but glued to the battlefield, and how they shine with utter elation in the sunlight, with even a smile finding its way past his mien in the battle’s peaks of suspense. 

Alas, however, the thrill eventually, and regrettably, reaches its denouement. With a motion of his hand, his Mega-evolved Charizard unleashes a Fire blast that decimates the field and sends embers flying. The hot air that follows sends a wind that nearly knocks his hat off, and he has to hold it at the rim to keep it on his head, with fingers trembling with the trepidation of adrenaline that lingers even after the battle ends. Energized, he nods in respect to his combatant before retrieving his last Pokemon into their ball. It was a fight that had been down to the wire, with all the other Pokemon on his belt fainted. Such a feat commanded both respect and joy, and a smile lingered on Red’s face even as he made his way towards the Pokemon Center.

He hadn’t expected to be intercepted by a bystander, however, and his eyebrows lift in surprise at her remark. She seemed to be a tad overwhelmed by the fight, something Red could hardly blame her for. In response, he simply nods.

              aura was said to be the energy of life, and the great, mystical tree before him that was the tree of beginnings overflowed with it. that the aura it held was immense, there could be no doubt, but there was no loudness to it, no oppressive pressure that crushed around him and brutally reminded him of its sheer volume and magnitude. rather, it was a gentle drift which was warm and nurturing, a comforting serenity that fostered his own aura, which flowed almost as if it were a part of the tree itself.

               it was a lovely feeling, but amidst the tranquility of the scenery and the adrenaline that ran through him, riley realizes with puzzlement that the aura was more powerful than he’d anticipated, the volume of it to be something he’d expected from the core of the tree rather than the roots. perhaps he had improved far more than he thought, and his aura perception had become far greater than he had anticipated? it’s a theory he almost accepts, albeit a little dubiously, when he hears a familiar cry and turns his head to see the ancient ancestor of all pokemon herself floating before him, blinking at him with large, innocent blue eyes.

                  ah, of course. he did not go to the heart of the tree, the heart of the tree herself had come to him. riley offers a smile of amiability and, at the sight of her cute, stout little form and loveable eyes, heedless adoration. 

        ‘  .. dawn. it has been some time.  ’ tilting his head back from where he watches the glittering ocean, he readily greets her, having sensed her aura steadily approaching. here he’d thought their reunion would be to battle; an inevitability for two trainers intending to become stronger in such a competitive profession, but he’d never anticipated that she’d come actively seeking him out.  ‘  what brings you here?  ’