post-victory road

[shieldless]

 [ Haurchefant had vanished from Johto, as he had seen the glory of Ho-Oh and Lugia - his Ampharos out by his side. For the day he awoke back in Eorzea, he awoke by his grave - cuddling that same Pokemon. For a moment, he had looked up to the grave, and he had realised it was his.

Was he home? Was he visible? The cold made it feel as if he was, but the large pink sheep made him feel as if he wasn't. For the last few hours, he had remained snuggled up to the oddly warm pink sheep, even if he had heard his Estinien growling at... somebody he didn't look up at. (It had been Francel, staring horrified and also amazed - Haurchefant...?) Francel, for his part, had backed away from the defensive Pokemon - instead moving to use his Linkpearl to call anybody he could. If he could reach anybody who knew anything, then he would.

And that happened to - though a few others - reach Naltryd. Not that Haurchefant knew, soft sobs leaving his body by the time she'd arrive. The cold was getting to him a little, but he didn't want to let go of his Pokemon, else they might vanish. A small bag near to him held the rest of his Pokeballs - even those from the PC system - but all he needed was Estinien at this time. ]