Dawn, as usual, was traveling. She only stayed in the same place
for a day, always worried that those people from the lab or someone
trying to capture her for money would find her. As she walked, she
heard someone. The person sounded like they were complaining
about... a fusion? Oh no!! It could be one of those people that
capture fusions! Dawn though as fear shot through her. She
began to run away from what she hoped wasn't a fusion catcher, but
between her blindness and her panic, she wasn't able to get far
without tripping over a rock.
"It is not the strong that win. Those that win are strong."
-Palkia
Gijinka
Username: SandeviRae
Name: Bellatrix
Gender: Female
Age: 16
Fused with: mew
Appearance: A young girl in a light blue zip up sweater with cat
ears, a purple-pink t-shirt, a pair of light blue and green
headphones, dark jeans, and combat boots.
Personality: Quirky
History: Nooobody Knooows
Other: :P
Password: PASTA EVERYWHERE
Trix woke up in her hidden treehouse, stretching out her limbs. She
wondered how her other safe houses were doing when she spotted a
wounded zorua being dragged off by a mightyena. She hastily jumped
out of the window, landing on all fours. She lowered herself into a
crouch, growling deeply at the mightyena. The large pokemon let go
of it's prey, circling on the other side of it in a show of
dominance. Bellatrix snarled and lunge forwards, the mightyena
flinching backwards. It knew that something was off about the girl,
sensing an ancient yet powerful force emanating from her.
Something... Dangerous... The mightyena retreated, leaving behind
it's prize. Bella remained in that position for a while before
relaxing and checking over the zorua. She scooped it up tenderly as
it recoiled at her touch. "Stop! Let me go human!" The zorua
squirmed in her grasp. "Stop, you're just going to end up hurting
yourself." "Y-you speak pokemon? How?" "It's a long story" Trix
said, climbing up the notches in the tree bark, climbing into her
treehouse. She walked over to her bed and began dressing the
pokemon's wounds, humming as she worked. "What's your name?" she
asked the pokemon. "I'm called Echo." "Echo, huh? Pretty name."
"What's yours?" Echo asked. "They call me Bellatrix. There, I think
I'm done dressing your wounds." She walked over to the counter,
setting down her bandages. "Get some rest. I'm going to patrol my
territory." Trix said, climbing down the tree to the ground.