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"No one important," Nip answered quickly. "At least, no one important now." His shadow opened it's mouth as if to say something, but the glare Nip shot it made it think twice and slink backwards, eyes downcast. Nip paused, taking a deep breath. " Look, I just have someone very... Unpleasant...

Nip smiled weakly. "Tempest, like myself, was an outsider to the tribe. He joined the tribe some time before I hatched, though I don't know how long ago. He has a bit of a quiet, commanding atmosphere to him, and tends to be pretty private about his past. But he is also kind and wise. He was...

Ah, right, he had talked about that some, hadn't he? "More or less," he answered. He turned his head to the side, avoiding meeting Cynthain's eyes, and scratched at the side of his head. "I had one 'mon I could trust. You've already sort of met him: Tempest. But... I was never very close with...

"Mm... That certainly may have helped," Nip agreed. "But you're also here with people you trust, right? That probably helps, too." "Let's just hope that trust isn't ill-placed..." Nip shot his shade another look then turned his attention back to Cynthian. "While I can't say I've been anywhere...

"Are they really friends if they try to kill you, or even hurt you?" Nip grumbled and swatted at his shadow, which deftly sidesteped. "Ignore it. I've found that listening doesn't help anything." He turned his attention fully back to Cynthian, tilting his head. "Now, what was that you were...

Nip flicked an ear as he drew in the pleasant scent. He nodded to the shadow in question, who still stood at attention, though now facing outwards instead of facing Cynthian. "Well, it won't quit following me around, but it sounds like I'm... Doing better than most?" He and his shadow we're not...

Nip took a moment to catch his breath as Brisa ran off. He considered following her, but the idea of leaving Cynthian alone worried him. Sure, Cynthian could take care of herself. But against a charizard? He didn't like those odds. As his breathing returned to normal, he slumped to the ground...

Nip had no clue how long it took him to get to the forest, but it was far longer than he would like. He was starting to tire from the mad dash from the river. Constantly, he glanced over his shoulder, keeping an eye out for the possibly pursuing charizard. If he didn't find Brisa soon, he feared...

That look in Owen's eyes. It wasn't the friendly gaze of the charmeleon he'd known. No, it was more like that of a territorial mon, ready to strike down anything that dared cross his path. Nip stood frozen. Normally, he was the predator, the swift and precise hunter that that killed with precise...

"We should run. Have you ever seen a rampaging charizard?" Nip let out a huff, but he did take a few steps back. A memory of incoming fire danced in his mind. "We should... Back up, at least. If something does happen... I don't know if any of us could win in a fight. Not right now at least."...

Though Nip tried to help, it was hard to get close when the random volleys of fire missed their mark. And when he was able to get close enough to strike, his attacks seemed to have little effect. He let out a frustrated growl, springing backwards. But before he could regroup and try again, Owen...

Both Nip and his shadow stood stunned, staring at the gigantic charizard. But while Nip's shadow shrank back from the confrontation, having no interest in putting itself in danger, Nip crouched with his claws poised to strike. His heart fluttered with fear and anxiety. But he held his ground...

"Wh-hey! It's not like that!" "But it's true, isn't it?" Nip's shadow muttered. "If it wasn't true, you would not be here. You'd be in the tribe, living the life you always wanted. Not running away from everything that went wrong." Nip cast an uneasy glance at his shadow. And for a moment, he...

Nip took some time to arrive, in part because he kept pausing to shoot annoyed glares at his shadow. The scrawny sneasel was following at a distance, staying hidden when possible and always avoiding eye-contact. Distracted as he was, he was late to arrive, only catching the tail-end of the...

""That is... Only slightly reassuring," Nip grumbled with a shake of his head. "I'll come with," Nip decided, climbing back to his feet. "Maybe I'll feel... Slightly more at ease in the woods." "What are you thinking?" The shadowy sneasel gestured urgently towards wishkeeper. "What if he...

Veritas was part of the Voidlands? Nip paused to think on that for a moment. If they came to the Voidlands because they were dead... And if they were in Veritas before... "So... Does this mean we were already... Dead when we came to Veritas? Or that w had already been connected to you?" ""Was...

"Enough," Tempest growled, trying to put himself between Puddle and Bahamut. "This isn't the time nor the place for this argument." He glanced at Puddle. "I know you're upset. And I am too. I'm livid, even. But fighting won't bring Vix Back." He glanced to Bahamut next. "I think you're right...

Slowly, his fur began to lie flat. Just Cynthan's shadow. Sure it was creepy. No pokemon should be able to survive in that condition. But, well, they weren't really alive any more. Were they? Nip tried to push that thought out of his head. He opened his mouth to say something more to Cynthian...

As he had done before, Tempest pulled the pokeball back into his ectoplasm, hoping that it would be safe there until they could return to Destiny Village. Then he looked back to the others. Cal, Saltriv, Yveltal, and all the other pokemon that had come to help. "We should regroup with the others...

After a moment, Nip was able to open his eyes. And he was able to move. Able to look whichever way he pleased. And he had claws again. Real claws and fur. A relief, if only a small one. An eerie voice from nearby made him turn his head. Upon seeing the roserade next to Cyntian, he yelp and...