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She felt at ease.
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How many years had it been since she last roamed the earth? How long as it been since she felt the blades of grass tickling the bottom of her feet? Well, she didn't have hooves this time so she actually felt more sensitive to the world around her, but it wasn't like she couldn't still run around like she used to. Ah.. If there were a river around, she'd love to try drinking the fresh springs and waters that the streams had to offer. Back to nature was where she belonged, and part of her was tempted to just plant her roots and melt back into the greenery around her for the next thousand years. She was immortal - she could sleep for as long as she wanted after all. Nature really was best after all; nothing like the weird industries that humans have built.
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First it was industries, then there were these weird pokeballs. She honestly thought that the ultimate weapon was already more than enough trouble.
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Pokeballs were weird contraptions. They held in pokemon, they forced them to do a trainer's biddings. The only reason she had the pokemon with her now was because they willingly stayed next to her; she had a natural affinity with them. Granted, that's what you'd expect from the pokemon who had the ability to grant eternal life if you so pleased. She sighed. How exhausting this must have been, wandering around without much of a goal. The only reason why she even came to this region in the first place.. The only reason why she woke up so early was because she could feel the chill of death. Deaths not caused by Yvetal of all creatures, but she could feel the eerie dread creep up her human body with the intent to make every hair stand on end. She shivered at the thought.
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Pandora had a cute little Pichu who was on her person when she first possessed this body - then she first granted that child death. The first time she had ever taken the life away, ad she wished that she would never have to do that again. But, alas, humans were selfish. They used to treat you like a god; they used to love the nature and life you brought unto their world. Now? They were worshipping machinery. What happened? How far would the human strive to advance over the years? So much as to cause a once bustling region such as this one so much grief? Ridiculous. And yet here she was, walking down a lush forest as the breeze blew her golden locks back and brush just over her shoulders.
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Then she came across an oddity in the air. No, it wasn't a disturbance. Rather, it just felt.. Dead. Dead, somewhere. No life. It was strange, especially in such a lush and bustling place such as this one. Her bare feet took her over to a stream, and then she found a patch of what should have been flowers, deprived of all life. Her simple presence could easily bring those plants back, so all she had to do was approach the brown patch of crumpled up flowers and kneel down to take a better look. Quickly now, she put her hand in the centre of the patch and released a clear pulse that caused the wilted plants to slowly grow back green in colour. The solid hue returned to the plants, and the flowers began to slowly stand back up by the stem. Thank goodness, they came back.
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But of course, that wasn't the only thing that the Xerneas gijinka sensed. Somewhere. Somewhere in this very forest, there was probably another person. Hell, she could feel it in her bones, and she wanted to find them. So off she went, down the paths and twists to find a cool stream running down a clearing. A trees were towering over her while the dirt was cool under her now dirty feet. It really made a pokemon feel more at home, finding a place so isolated from human life. So her legs brought her over to one of the trees to seat herself down and enjoy the shade. She leaned her back against the hard bark of the wooden plant, but her bright red eyes caught the figure of something moving off in the not-too-far-off distance. "Hello?! Anyone there?!" She chirped up and rose her voice even going so far as to absent-mindedly wave her hand in the air in attempts to grab the person's attention.

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A slow boat passing a dark beach on a silent river

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Mysteries are fire. Truth burns.

NOTES Thank you~ / TAG Akemi Ocasio[break]Sorry for the rambling!