darkSpyro

I looked at Cyra and Scruffy, I knew they didn't finish their conversation "Hey Zeyva... How about we look around and leave Cyra and Scruffy alone? They were talking in private and I'm sure they weren't finished" I said

"You seem like a nice guy Zeyva," Trevmor said. "Welcome to our group."

"He mentioned humans," Darkwing growled. "He's a spy. I can feel it in my claws. And my tail. And my ears. And my…" She trailed off. "The point is, I don't trust him.

Zeyva jumped back again by Darkwing's comment about him. "B-but I-I N-n-Never said huuuuumannnsss!!!" Zeyva said as he bursted into tears crying again.

Scruffy flicked an ear. Still a bit jumpy. I don't blame him... He tried his best to keep a friendly disposition. "Nice to meet you, Zeyva," he greeted calmly. He sharply withdrew as Zeyva burst into tears from being persecuted by Darkwing. "Now now, let's not jump to conclusions," he told the fusion. "He's only a child!"

I hugged Zeyva "Its ok, its ok, I don't think you're a spy, I think you could be a great friend" I said softly to calm Zeyva down

"So what if he did, Darkwing?" Trevmor asked. "That doesn't make him bad. At the same time... why would he deny it?"

"You don't remember who the humans are?!" Darkwing hissed. "They tortured us, made us do things for their amusement. Trainers are no better, making us fight for the fun of it."

"Shut up man, I remember what they were like, or haven't you noticed the times I suggested to take the fight to them?" Trevmor asked. "But I still don't see how it proves he's evil."

"Okay, but when he kills us, you guys are to blame," Darkwing snapped. She turned to the newcomer, growling quietly. "You're not welcome here," she hissed.

I was still hugging Zeyva "Don't listen to him Zeyva, you ARE welcome here" I said

Still crying, Zeyva crawled up to Cyra holding her tightly, trying his best to stop looking at Darkwing.

"Hey, can I have a hug too?" Trevmor asked, going up to Zeyva and trying to hug him too. Good thing he didn't have Excadrill claws.

OOC: I dunno, I feel like Trevmor is the fat character who's always trying to be friendly, but isn't that bright and kinda clumsy. He also has sort of a tough side to him, but it's hard to tell if he's actually intimidating.

"I'll hug you Trevmor" I said as hugged the fusion, he felt like a warm blanket

"So... what do we do now? Do we just rest?" Trevmor asked.

"We still need to find Denim" I said

Scruffy awkwardly scraped a claw across the ground, leaving a small furrow. It seemed he'd have to talk to Cyra individually some other time, as it seemed this Zorua was not going to let go of her anytime soon. He rose, flicked grass fronds from his pelt. "Right," he said in response to Austin. "If everyone's full and ready, we can keep moving." Scruffy decided to force his emotions behind him and put on his leader-like façade. It was as if he couldn't have an emotional moment anyway, as everything seemed destined to ruin his confession for Cyra.

Sparks dipped her nose towards Zeyva as a means of comfort before straightening up and grinning at Scruffy. "Okay! I'm ready to go!"

"Good," replied Scruffy, meeting her gaze. After he was done speaking he began staring off into the distance. They hadn't been traveling for a while, and the mountains still appeared to him, despite his very good eyesight from the Murkrow DNA, like an edge of gray over the horizon. He flicked his feather tail to beckon the others, then set off across the plains. Sparks bounded after him, stretching her legs.

Zeyva wiped his tears and smiled looking at Sparks. "Who is Demin again?" Zeyva asked letting go of Cyra still keeping his distance from Darkwing.

Sparks bounded back to Zeyva, noting the happier look on the younger Pokemon's face. "Denim's a cool Pokefusion like us! He's like a Lucario, pretty much, blended with darkness! But he uses his dark for good and watches over everything in the mountains," she explained kindly. "He has knowledge of the humans and Scruffy thinks that if there's a threat, he can help us!"

"Yeah! He's a great guy from what I've heard" I said, I was walking alongside Zeyva and Cyra

"Don't worry, you're not the only first timer," Trevmor stated. "I've never seen him in person either, so we're both together on that. ...I wonder how powerful he is."

'Fused.... with darkness? How can you not be evil?! Zeyva thought as he started following Scruffy. "How long are we suppose to walk?" Zeyva asked walking next to Sparks. "Wouldn`t he just look like this?" Zeyva asked as he glowed white and used his illusion ability to change into a light grey Lucario.

Sparks smoothened her gait so Ziera wouldn't follow off. She tilted her head at Zeyva. "I dunno! I think we'll walk until we get to the mountains!" She herself lifted her head to gaze into the horizon, and when she turned back Zeyva had transformed, making her jump slightly. "Wow!" she exclaimed, impressed. "That's so cool! I forgot Zoruas could do that! But can't you only transform into Pokemon you've seen? You've seen a Lucario?"

"He's a Lucario- a fully evolved Pokemon," Scruffy murmured to Trevmor. "I suppose he'd pretty strong, considering that and how he's hidden his Aura." Scruffy did remember how Denim had never spent much time in full view when they'd been trapped in the lab, which could explain why Trevmor couldn't remember him as clearly.
As Sparks babbled, Scruffy angled an ear back to listen. Was Sparks right? Could Zorua only replicate Pokemon they'd seen?

Zeyva was engulfed in a light as he morhed back into his normal form. "Well all I was tought do is just think about the Pokemon or just picture anything in my mind and I can change into it. A-at least thats wh-a-at my mom tought me how... Before she died." Zeyva said as his eyes watered up and he wiped them away.

I hugged Zeyva "I lost my parents too, it was a fire, they died protecting me" I said

"How did I have a nasty feeling someone lost their parents among the group?" Trevmor asked. "Come to think of it, I wonder how my parents are doing.

"I just said I did... It was a fire" I said to Trevmor

"No, I meant I had a feeling before I actually knew," Trevmor said.

"Oops, I misunderstood, sorry" I said

"Yeah, but to get the mental image of a Lucario, you would have had to see one first," Sparks explained herself.

Scruffy turned to Cyra. "As far as I know, Denim is in the mountains. It's not much of a plan, I admit, but I believe Denim will sense our Aura as we approach. Hopefully, he will be able to find us instead of us having trouble the other way around."

"Well when you live a big city, eating nothing but scraps from garbage cans, you see a lot of pokemon. Especially when theirs something called a gym in the city... Huge city. And appearently the gym was bug gym? And I loved getting the ice cream scraps!" Zeyva said refering to Castelia city. "Also one cool pokemon I saw one cool one named Ageislash, it has a sword for a body and where a shield."

"I just hung around the forest, fighting anyone who came near," Darkwing said casually. "I first met these guys when I tried to fight them all at once. I'm a good fighter, but I'm not that good."

"Whoa, cool!" Sparks chirped, her tail flicking. "I've never been to a city before. Ice cream sounds awesome! An Aegislash? I can't even imagine that!"

"Although living in the city wasn't great. Hardly got good food, and always getting chased by black listers? Black hunters? Something like that." Zeyva said looking down.

"Are you alright, Cyra?" Scruffy asked her, padding on. "These have been a rough couple of hours. Not to mention, we've got quite the party, many of them children. I worry if we can make it. Sure, they can protect themselves, but..." He sighed.

I looked around "Glad to see we're getting along, but we should get going" I said

Trevmor listened to the conversation about Castelia, but the only thing that really interested him was the mention of Aegislash. "What's so cool about a floating shield and swords?" Trevmor asked. "They're just floating inanimate objects. Oooh, spooky. Brimming with personality I tell ya." Deep down, Trevmor was almost kind of jealous. He used to be a real Excadrill, and he loved his metal claws. But after the incident where he was spliced with a Lickitung, he lost both of his claws, and lost his Steel typing altogether. To that day, he had a slight disdain for other steel types. ...But he's too polite to say it to the face of anyone who happened to be steel type.

"I have no idea" I said as I kept walking

"Gee, it's such a long walk," Trevmor stated. "I hope we don't run into any bandits."