Not much here, just a quick short story about a lesser known character of mine, and yes a pokemon one. I just wanted to write atleast one thing about Zi.


Enjoy

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Leaves rustled as the light breeze blew through the forest. The sun shining down as the Pokémon went on their daily routines. No trainers come to this forest, but that didn’t mean the Pokémon didn’t get into fights. Right now, none were happening, but it wouldn’t take much to get one started.

A Rattata ran down the side of the river. It was quiet, no Pokémon were around this part of the forest. All there was the distant cries of Pokémon, and the sound of the river next to the Rattata. It stopped as it looked around, it’s eyes scanning the area before it headed for a bush of Oran Berries. Stopping in front of the bush, the Rattata looked around again.
Seeing that it was safe, the Rattata glowed, and the illusion disparate. A Zoroark stood in its place, but there was something different to it. This Zoroark was a bit smaller than a normal one, and it looked around timidly.

Zi was different, it was clear. She was shy and timid. She used her illusions to run, keep herself away from others that she feels could cause her harm. She took a berry and munched on it as she kept looking around. She was weary that another Pokémon could approach.

After a few minutes, she took a pawful of the berries. Looking around, she casted another illusion as she ran for her cave. Her cave home wasn’t far, and as she approached the illusions of a rock fall, quickly fell away before she ran in. Looking back at the cave, she put the illusion back up as she headed a bit further in.

Putting up another illusion of a cave in, she sat down in the end chamber and started to snack on the berries she had gathered.