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// there’s actually a handful of tenka blogs (and others) but none are really active, if at all

// honestly, we’re a two-man fandom

I like making lots of muses, mainly because if I don’t get what’s in my head down somewhere I will forget minor things, but this never means that just because I’m on a different blog that I’ve forgotten or don’t want to interact with your muse.

Wariness remained within her, keeping her muscles taut as she waited for the human to free her. She kept her eyes focused on her, nodding once to agree with the fact she is indeed a Vulpix. The name of the region wasn’t familiar to her, but she never minded where she ended up as long as it was comfortable and there was plenty of food.

Whether or not this woman was to be trusted was still up for debate but she supposed it wouldn’t hurt to see if what she said was true about stopping the villains that had taken her. Although she was highly tuned to the woman’s movements, she barely noticed her working to undo the muzzle on her, the actions were so gentle.

Once the pressure around her face and head disappeared, she jumped back a few steps, growling once more and watching what the human did. Seeing the awful creation being cut up was satisfying but she would have rather destroyed the thing herself.

Was she hurt? She checked herself over, a paw lifting to rub around her ear and through the curls atop her head, easing some of the ache and smoothing her fur. She shook herself, concluding there were no serious injuries and that all she had was ruffled fur and a little soreness.

Having been unable to open her mouth for sometime now, she stretched it wide now and felt the familiar burst of heat rise within her. Fire types such as herself suffered great discomfort if they couldn’t expel flames frequently, it was their way of regulating their body temperatures and internal fires. 

Her eyes took on a glow of power and she charged up an attack. Ignoring the offer of medicine, though the berry scent was tempting, she turned her head and released a billowing flame on the crate that had held her for the past while.

Watching her carefully, making sure that she’d be able to move if she happened to attack, she smiled and sighed in relief at seeing that she wasn’t hurt. She couldn’t stand being around injured Pokemon, it made her protective instincts rise too high and made her want to look after those who generally didn’t want to accept the help.

Resisting the urge to cuddle the small fox she was surprised when she saw the build of power in Vulpix, moving back slightly to ensure she avoided the attack she frowned and started rummaging through her bag once more. The crate was no worry to her, the floor was concrete so the flames wouldn’t spread and she retrieved two plastic bowls from her bag along with some food and water. 

“Here, ya must be hungry and thirsty...” Filling both bowls with enough to appease her, for now at least, she pushed them gently towards her.

Sitting back to let her eat and drink she thought about her next move, she wouldn’t feel right leaving Vulpix alone in a new place, but she doubted that she would want to trust a trainer and allow herself to be captured. Not after what she’d just gone through. She could always just offer, and then if she ran off on her, she’d just deal with it.

Her eyes darted around the confines of the crate, though by now every inch of it was memorised. She kept herself pressed into one of the corners, her triangular ears twitching and straining to hear what was going on outside. Memories of how she had arrived in such a situation were completely lost, but that didn’t matter to her, she simply wished to be free.

Beneath her fur, her muscles tensed and bunched in preparation as sounds drew nearer to her. As soon as the prison she was in was opened, she launched herself out, shoving the human backwards and then jumping to the side. She crouched low, tails fanning out and heating up in the beginnings of an attack while growls were issued from her throat.

She could have simply run away after being free, but she, being the petty little thing she was, wanted to get some revenge on whoever had captured her in such a way (though of course her revenge would have to be creative given how her flamethrowers were tamed by the contraption forced on her).

The other pokemon kept her attention, rather than the human, that is until said pokemon was recalled. Still growling, narrowed eyes focused and starting to glow despite the fact she knew the muzzle on her was fireproof, she wanted to scare the woman before her.

Despite her plan, she started to back up a few steps as she eyed the human’s hand and listened to the words spoken, and for once, a compliment was ignored. The woman wanted to take the muzzle off her, could she trust her to do that?

She glanced around while her other senses remained on the woman. The straps of the muzzle were digging into her and she had already tried every way she could to try get it off. She didn’t have anything to lose, she supposed.

Though she still growled, she approached her ‘saviour’, her movements cautious and wary. She didn’t sit herself before the human, preferring to remain standing so she could dash away as soon as she could.

Seeing the fox Pokemon’s hesitation, she frowned, though it was completely understandable, and stayed where she was to allow her to move at her own comfort. She didn’t want to scare her further, but before she removed the awful contraption, she had to know she wouldn’t get attacked, purely because she hadn’t finished her task yet and she had to make sure her own Pokemon were looked after.

“You’re a Vulpix, aren’t you..? You’re in the Kalos Region now... If you come with me, just to the front of the warehouse, you can see that I stopped the ones who took you...”

Hands more carefully now she made sure to be as gentle as possible as she removed the muzzle from her before grabbing a knife from her boot and cutting it up into little pieces, resheathing it before eyeing her a little. She wanted to get a closer look at her to make sure she wasn’t injured but the likelihood of that happening was probably slim to none, she knew she’d be scared of humans now.

“Are ya hurt, sweetie..? I’ve got some ointment for ya if you are, I promise I don’t hurt Pokemon, I’ll call out Gardevoir again, and she can tell you...”

Rifling through her satchel bag she pulled out a variety of bottles, labelled for their effect because coming across injured Pokemon was, unfortunately, something that happened far too often happened. Uncapping said ointment she held it out to her, a soft look on her face to try and show her how genuine she was.

Slightly out of breath after apprehending the people responsible for illegal Pokemon trading across regions, she frowned and went through the warehouse, opening crates one by one only to find that most were empty. Meaning that they had either already been sold or their shipments had been delayed, either way, she’d be turning over the information to the police.

Opening the final crate, though, she blinked as a furry but gorgeous little creature emerged out of it and knocked her backwards, a small yelp of surprise coming from her as she landed on her ass. A low growl coming from the small Pokemon she frowned and put her hands in front of herself to protect herself, shaking her head when Gardevoir placed herself between her and the poor muzzled Vulpix.

“It’s okay, she’s just scared...” Calling Gardevoir back to her Pokeball she smiled softly at Vulpix and held her hand out a little.