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"I do want to stick with you, but the problem is...I don't know what I want. I've spent my whole life just being jerked around by strings. Now that they're gone I've no direction. And while I am happy about that its also scary. You come to expect that somehow things will always stay the same you almost find comfort within it. But, when things do finally change its like the whole world turned upside down."

Sal hadn't willingly left the hell he was thrown into. No, his "teacher" threw him out when it seemed like they didn't get a certain result that they seemed to want from Sal. There was more to it of course, more Sal was repressing because if he remembered it would break him.

"You can't tell me anything I wouldn't believe, there are times I prayed to all the legendary pokemon to be sent anywhere that wasn't the mansion I grew up in. I was that desperate, but now I am out...well things just seem more scary...I think part of me would have never left. I still think part of me is still there and I'll just wake up there with this all being a dream. It has happened before you know?"

Sal's dreams were sometimes his only escape, back within the mansion they had been a constant source of much joy. Yet, outside it was the opposite he had nightmares all the time.

"I wish I knew what I wanted...it would make it much easier..."

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“If you bring me along with you, you’ll attract more of those people. I don’t want to be a bother…still I do want to leave. This city was an attempt to me to lose the people who were after me…that proved to be a mistake.”

Sal was happy to be saved like he was, but he hated that Bellum got hurt because of himself. It wasn’t Bellum’s problem yet try as he might to reason that Sal couldn’t help but want help. He had been alone for so long, he was trying to deal with everything by himself. It was proving to be too much.

The Sneasel would be foolish to turn away help at this stage. Not when the stakes were so high, above all else Sal didn’t want to be dragged back home.

“I will go with you, I pray that you don’t feel you made a mistake.”

Bellum gave him a firm look. “You don’t have to worry about that. Come on.” He said as he reached out a hand so Sal could climb onto his back and hide in his jacket. He didn’t mind at this point, and was the safest place for him.

After he felt Sal was secure, he walked away. It took them a while to get to it, but Bellum took him to a vehicle that looked, for a word; Mean.

The car was jet black with a logo of a burning fox with horns, on the hood and sides. Well polished and clearly well loved, then he entered the drivers seat after unlocking it, and putting Sal on the passenger seat.

The car on the outside had tinted windows, so no one could see them inside, and the car was cool, and the leather was.. Well it looked expensive, and it was a lot wider at the back passenger seating too then to be expected.

“This is one of my babies.” Bellum told Sal, “And you don’t need to worry. This baby is bulletproof. Did the work myself.” He said, tapping the window. “And soundproof.” He said with a chuckle. Thinking of how that had come in handy in the past in more.. Wild encounters in the backseat.

“Now. What I am about to tell you will sound wild, but.” He said as he looked at Sal. “I can take you, to somewhere completely different. Continent, or a different reality from this one. Where Pokemon rather then humans are the only things that live there. Where you can be free. Or, go to a similar place like this, but where you aren’t hunted.” He told him. “Or, you can stick with me, I can take you to just some normal place, and we can do whatever. And you can be free however you want.”

He said all of this, to give Sal a choice. A choice, to be free and how.

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"I'm sorry...I truly am you know? I wish I could just get over it. Say hey teacher was a bad person but not all humans are bad! I was always treated like a doll you know? They would dress me up, make me dance, make me bow, I had to go along with it for years. If I resisted or made a mistake...they would...lock me in rooms all by myself. Until I learned to listen...I still...am worried that I'm still there...even now...that I never left...that this...is all a dream...a wonderful dream..."

Sal shuddered once more, he grabbed onto Kianga almost like he was imagining being there right now. He teared up shaking profusely.

"They would play...a piano...so loudly...you could hear it anywhere...they were punishing me...I had to be good or they wouldn't stop...they never hurt me...just...lock me away..."

He knew this would come out sooner or later. He knew how horrible it sounded, how messed up it was, he didn't want to think about it. To let himself remain a victim of that horrible person. But, it wasn't so easy to let go of such terrible experiances. Some never could.

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The very idea of that sent a chill down Sal's spine. That was a was strange occurance given that he was an ice type who normally should never feel chills. Yet, it was chilling because it meant having a human look at him. It meant having a human touch him. He shook his head back and forth, he couldn't take it! He couldn't!

"If its something inside, I'll find it myself! I have an idea where it is...I mean its logical right? I know where they would...where my teacher would pat me the most...they would want to know its there so..." The head, his teacher always made special note to stroke his head a lot but most often his ear. The one that was smaller than the other but held more flesh to it. Sal had read books where it was common to use the ear as the place where most tags were placed on pokemon. "My ear is the most likely place, it is a spot that would check on a lot." Meaning that if someone touched it they likely could feel it there. Sal wasn't willing to have a human touch him but Kianga could check.

He closes his eyes, contemplating the current situation. Helping Sal and protecting his family's abode were aligned interests now. "If you believe it is your ear, and you will not allow a human to help, I suppose I might be able to just feel with my claws... but my sense of touch when I am in human guise is much more perceptive." He never understood why, but that was just how he was made. Therefore, he never really questioned it too much.

He hoped this problem for Sal would be resolved quickly.

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The very idea of that sent a chill down Sal's spine. That was a was strange occurance given that he was an ice type who normally should never feel chills. Yet, it was chilling because it meant having a human look at him. It meant having a human touch him. He shook his head back and forth, he couldn't take it! He couldn't!

"If its something inside, I'll find it myself! I have an idea where it is...I mean its logical right? I know where they would...where my teacher would pat me the most...they would want to know its there so..."

The head, his teacher always made special note to stroke his head a lot but most often his ear. The one that was smaller than the other but held more flesh to it. Sal had read books where it was common to use the ear as the place where most tags were placed on pokemon.

"My ear is the most likely place, it is a spot that would check on a lot."

Meaning that if someone touched it they likely could feel it there. Sal wasn't willing to have a human touch him but Kianga could check.

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Sal lowered his gaze he was already shuddering slightly thinking about this yet he felt compelled to speak since Kianga and his pack needed to know the danger he could likely bring to this place.

"I was running, I didn't have anywhere I was going. I was simply running from hunters who were after me. They think that by getting me they can get rich because my "teacher" is very high class." Sal hugged Kianga a little tighter when he said the word teacher. Like a impulse came over him that made him feel sick inside. However, the contact with Kianga seemed to keep Sal from losing himself to delusions. He needed to ground himself rather often. "They've been after me for days. Somehow they keep finding me no matter how hard I try to get away from them. It doesn't feel like they simply rely on their pokemon...I've come to suspect...they are tracking me somehow. But, I don't feel anything on me." Yet, there had to be something right? Maybe in his ear? Might somewhere else...he didn't doubt his teacher might have put a tracker on him at some point and the hunters were tapping into it.

Kianga's eyes narrowed and his body tensed at the talk of hunters being after him. He reached out a claw to gently stroke the Sneasel's back as he thought about what to do. Likely with a day to fully gain some ground, whomever was after Sal would be coming here anyway. His sister needed to know in case they tried to get rough with dealing with her family or her business as a researcher.

He puts his thoughts elsewhere for now, taking note of the fact Sal hadn't found his tracker. "If it is not visible..." He chooses his words carefully, or tries, at least. "... then it is likely something that is beneath the surface." He didn't want to further upset Sal, but this was a situation that had to be handled if the Sneasel wanted his freedom. "Have you tried having someone look for it?"

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Sal lowered his gaze he was already shuddering slightly thinking about this yet he felt compelled to speak since Kianga and his pack needed to know the danger he could likely bring to this place.

"I was running, I didn't have anywhere I was going. I was simply running from hunters who were after me. They think that by getting me they can get rich because my "teacher" is very high class."

Sal hugged Kianga a little tighter when he said the word teacher. Like a impulse came over him that made him feel sick inside. However, the contact with Kianga seemed to keep Sal from losing himself to delusions. He needed to ground himself rather often.

"They've been after me for days. Somehow they keep finding me no matter how hard I try to get away from them. It doesn't feel like they simply rely on their pokemon...I've come to suspect...they are tracking me somehow. But, I don't feel anything on me."

Yet, there had to be something right? Maybe in his ear? Might somewhere else...he didn't doubt his teacher might have put a tracker on him at somepoint and the hunters were tapping into it.

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Sal jumps up to give Kianga a hug once more. Because why wouldn't he? Sal liked to be comforted and with all he suffered he needed that feeling of safety that had been denied to him his whole life. Besides, the two could get to know each other better now. Sal hoped that could be the case anyway since Sal liked Kianga a lot.

"I'm so glad to see you...I was so scared..." He rubs his cheek against Kianga's side before then just hugging the other tightly or as tight as he could. Being as small as he was the Sneasel could hardly hurt someone Zoroark sized. "I missed you a lot, but I was able to hold out...I hope I wasn't any trouble. I don't want to be, I don't want to make anyone sad or upset." Sal likely thought he was burden being the way he was.

Kianga's demeanor softened, his gaze included. "You are fine, Sal. You have done nothing wrong." Willow had been a bit bummed out for getting in trouble with his sister, but that didn't need to be said. "It seems, however, you were just fine with the pack." He notes the younger members yipping at Sal a bit, as if they're asking him to play with them.

A question looms over Kianga then. "Where were you going when we found each other?"

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Sal jumps up to give Kianga a hug once more. Because why wouldn't he? Sal liked to be comforted and with all he suffered he needed that feeling of safety that had been denied to him his whole life. Besides, the two could get to know each other better now. Sal hoped that could be the case anyway since Sal liked Kianga a lot.

"I'm so glad to see you...I was so scared..."

He rubs his cheek against Kianga's side before then just hugging the other tightly or as tight as he could. Being as small as he was the Sneasel could hardly hurt someone Zoroark sized.

"I missed you a lot, but I was able to hold out...I hope I wasn't any trouble. I don't want to be, I don't want to make anyone sad or upset."

Sal likely thought he was burden being the way he was.

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Sal was lost within his own mind once more. The fear and terror freezing him in place upon the branch where he hid from the girl. He did find comfort when he saw the girl was gone. He offered thanks to the pack, honestly this was the most comfortuble he had felt for the longest time. Soon he fell into a slight coma as he tried to find comfort from the other pokemon around him. He felt himself shaking so much, as the world kept morphing around him.

The touch of the others made a lot of difference. It made it much harder for the hallucinations to take hold. Still he could hear their voice mocking him, telling him he never left that he belonged to them still. But, when he came to once more he saw the night was here. "Kianga!" Sal saw the Zoroark and jumped down from the tree towards him. Not really being careful since he jumped without thinking of the danger. As he had been so desperate to be near Kianga again.

Kianga's head snaps to attention at hearing his name. Noting the Sneasel, Kianga huffs in greeting. "Good to see you well, Sal." That being said, his expression changes to a concerned one. "Did Willow cause you any trouble? I heard she had been outside from my sister." He hoped not, but knowing Willow, she was likely very similar to getting into trouble like his sister was.

The Pack soon made themselves known, rubbing against Kianga and yipping in greeting at him to which he chuffed and greeted them in turn.

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Sal was lost within his own mind once more. The fear and terror freezing him in place upon the branch where he hid from the girl. He did find comfort when he saw the girl was gone. He offered thanks to the pack, honestly this was the most comfortuble he had felt for the longest time. Soon he fell into a slight coma as he tried to find comfort from the other pokemon around him. He felt himself shaking so much, as the world kept morphing around him.

The touch of the others made a lot of difference. It made it much harder for the hallucinations to take hold. Still he could hear their voice mocking him, telling him he never left that he belonged to them still. But, when he came to once more he saw the night was here.

"Kianga!"

Sal saw the Zoroark and jumped down from the tree towards him. Not really being careful since he jumped without thinking of the danger. As he had been so desperate to be near Kianga again.

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Sal became terror filled he needed to hide the idea of someone human finding him even a child scared him more than anything. Sal was shuddering instantly images of terrors from his nightmares loomed. He heard a child's voice once within those nightmares. Of a young boy screaming for his mother. Sal shook his head tears coming out, he couldn't be near he had to hide! He had to! No one could see!

"Please...help...keep her away please..." Sal begged the pack to help him he was hiding atop the tree hiding as high as he could do and since Sneasel were good at climbing Sal had got very high. Sal looked to the Zorua for help as Kianga told him. It wasn't anything against the girl, but Sal knew how mentally ill he was. He couldn't be near humans likely not for a long time the years he spent being abused messed him up so badly. A child shouldn't be exposed to the darkness that tainted his very presance. Sal hid in the darkest shadows of the trees shutting his eyes while blocking out all sounds from everything around himself. He trusted in the Zoruas to do their best. He soon became lost within his mind. He wouldn't move, he wouldn't make a sound. He was used to such things, he had to hide many times in the past times where his teacher... More shuddering occured, no he had to wait for Kianga. Sal was begging Lugia that he returned soon. More than anything,.

The older ones of the pack seemed to sense his uneasiness and their fur shuddered as a result. Some of the younger members went to dissuade Willow from seeking out the Sneasel, and it worked, while a few members made it their prerogative to comfort Sal by laying around him like they would do Kianga.

The day flew by and as night fell, Kianga reappeared once more in his Zoroark form. Calling out to the pack with some growls, the group were soon on the move to meet him, rubbing up against him and chittering happily as he greeted them in turn. His eyes, however, were looking for the Sneasel at hand out of concern.

Where had the little guest gotten off too?

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Sal became terror filled he needed to hide the idea of someone human finding him even a child scared him more than anything. Sal was shuddering instantly images of terrors from his nightmares loomed. He heard a child's voice once within those nightmares. Of a young boy screaming for his mother. Sal shook his head tears coming out, he couldn't be near he had to hide! He had to! No one could see!

"Please...help...keep her away please..."

Sal begged the pack to help him he was hiding atop the tree hiding as high as he could do and since Sneasel were good at climbing Sal had got very high. Sal looked to the Zorua for help as Kianga told him.

It wasn't anything against the girl, but Sal knew how mentally ill he was. He couldn't be near humans likely not for a long time the years he spent being abused messed him up so badly. A child shouldn't be exposed to the darkness that tainted his very presance.

Sal hid in the darkest shadows of the trees shutting his eyes while blocking out all sounds from everything around himself. He trusted in the Zoruas to do their best. He soon became lost within his mind. He wouldn't move, he wouldn't make a sound. He was used to such things, he had to hide many times in the past times where his teacher...

More shuddering occured, no he had to wait for Kianga. Sal was begging Lugia that he returned soon. More than anything,.

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"You have a human form? And you stayed like this for my sake? You didn't have to do that..." Sal was thankful though, it was clear that the Sneasel couldn't take being near humans even the mention of the human form made him shudder without meaning to. The levels of trauma Sal felt were immense, years of being forced to take on human behavior for the sake of "high society" left a terrible mark. Sal hugged Kianga as thanks such consideration was something he felt he didn't deserve given they only met yesterday. Part of Sal hadn't believed such kindness could be given towards him. "I will stay here with your fellows. But, I will wait for you. Again thank you so much for all you're doing. It means so much, do be careful though I have a feeling people are following me. My teacher was someone rather important and they think capturing me will net them profits. It won't however, my teacher doesn't care...they never cared...and I was forced to be...their prisoner my whole life..." Sal's shuddering grew worse but Sal touched the ground while breathing in and out attempting to ground himself. He wanted to feel nature, the grass, the soil, yes...he wasn't there anymore.

"... Well, what I am allows me to do this." Kianga grumbles with a sigh, although the hug that follows is greeted with a purr. Sal was a sensitive soul and Kianga being Kianga, he desired to at least protect some of that. Hearing that Sal understood, however, make him feel at ease. "Thank you. I will let my family to be careful and give you your space. However, my niece will likely try to seek you out. She is young, only the age of seven summers. I am sure the pack can help you avoid her... but I thought you should know regardless."

He gets to his paws then and starts for the house. Only once he is out of sight does he take on his human guise, fix his clothes and then head inside for rest.

Unfortunately, like Kianga predicted, around noon a small girl came out, soon pelting towards where she knew the pack was located. Overly curious and peeking around a tree, bright teal eyes looking scanning the area.

"Uncle Kianga said that person was 'round here..."

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"You have a human form? And you stayed like this for my sake? You didn't have to do that..."

Sal was thankful though, it was clear that the Sneasel couldn't take being near humans even the mention of the human form made him shudder without meaning to. The levels of trauma Sal felt were immense, years of being forced to take on human behavior for the sake of "high society" left a terrible mark.

Sal hugged Kianga as thanks such consideration was something he felt he didn't deserve given they only met yesterday. Part of Sal hadn't believed such kindness could be given towards him.

"I will stay here with your fellows. But, I will wait for you. Again thank you so much for all you're doing. It means so much, do be careful though I have a feeling people are following me. My teacher was someone rather important and they think capturing me will net them profits. It won't however, my teacher doesn't care...they never cared...and I was forced to be...their prisoner my whole life..."

Sal's shuddering grew worse but Sal touched the ground while breathing in and out attempting to ground himself. He wanted to feel nature, the grass, the soil, yes...he wasn't there anymore.

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"Oh, well you didn't have to protect me while I slept. But I am very thankful for what you did. Please, you take a rest I'll be ok here now. Sal felt safe within Kianga's mane and wanted to stay safe. While he had rested part of him still wanted to say close to the Zoroark without bothering him. Staying within the mane should be fine for that right? The Sneasel could just take in the world around him while Kianga got some rest. Maybe, Sal could return the favor?

Sal tried to hum a nice tune to help Kianga fall into slumber. The Sneasel had a rather nice voice when it came to song a little bit.

He felt bad for what he was about to do, but it had to be done. "I am sorry, but I return to my human form when I sleep. Not only that, I do have those that care for me and are waiting for my return." He appreciated Sal and he made sure his gaze showed that. "I will return at nightfall. The Pack will be sleeping in their usual spot -- so if you would like to remain with them, you can."

He seated himself, moving to gently rest a paw on the Sneasel's head.

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"Oh, well you didn't have to protect me while I slept. But I am very thankful for what you did. Please, you take a rest I'll be ok here now.

Sal felt safe within Kianga's mane and wanted to stay safe. While he had rested part of him still wanted to say close to the Zoroark without bothering him. Staying within the mane should be fine for that right? The Sneasel could just take in the world around him while Kianga got some rest. Maybe, Sal could return the favor?

Sal tried to hum a nice tune to help Kianga fall into slumber. The Sneasel had a rather nice voice when it came to song a little bit.

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Sal for the first time in what felt like forever felt peace. The mane reminded them of something unknown to him. Yet, as he slept it almost felt like this happened before. A memory from conception, something one knows only when they first come into the world. A mother's touch, something that a child knows before anything else. When he finally woke up, coming out of the mane to greet Kianga there were tears once more coming from his eyes. He soon wiped them away, they weren't sad tears this time but something happier.

"My mother...she was a Zoroark..." That was the only logical explanation for the emotions Sal felt in this moment. The touch of Kianga's paw also made that become clear too. It had felt parental, and Sal was sure such kindness would never come from the one he remembered raising him. So the only conclusion was the one who birthed him. The pokemon he likely got taken away from when he was far too young to remember. "Sorry, I realise that's a random thing to say...but it felt right to say."

His gaze flicks away, thinking about this piece of information for a moment. It then returns to Sal. "My mother, too, was a Zoroark. However... my father was not." That much was obvious by his other form.

"I... suppose that would make us kindred spirits." A chuff escapes him as he takes a moment to stretch. "Mm... well, unfortunately I am not kindred in the sense I need to find sleep. My guardian duties are done for the moment."

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Sal for the first time in what felt like forever felt peace. The mane reminded them of something unknown to him. Yet, as he slept it almost felt like this happened before. A memory from conception, something one knows only when they first come into the world. A mother's touch, something that a child knows before anything else.

When he finally woke up, coming out of the mane to greet Kianga there were tears once more coming from his eyes. He soon wiped them away, they weren't sad tears this time but something happier.

"My mother...she was a Zoroark..."

That was the only logical explanation for the emotions Sal felt in this moment. The touch of Kianga's paw also made that become clear too. It had felt parental, and Sal was sure such kindness would never come from the one he remembered raising him. So the only conclusion was the one who birthed him. The pokemon he likely got taken away from when he was far too young to remember.

"Sorry, I realise that's a random thing to say...but it felt right to say."

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Sal nods he enters the mane without much complaint but in that moment where he made contact once again he felt that same sensation that felt so alike to something he felt before.

"I remember this...this feels...like something I forgot..." An image appeared before his eyes for a moment. A blue feathered counterpart to himself so close that he was all she saw. And a paw that touched them both keeping them so close. Sal felt himself crying once more as he remembered that. "I think...I felt this before...this was important to me once..." Had his mother been a Zoroark? Sal wasn't sure, he wasn't sure of many things certainly not this. But, there was comfort in that memory not something the Sneasel tended to feel from most of them these days. He went inside hiding as much as he could within the red sea of fur. There was a sense of peace here. "I was within a mane just like this...I know I was..."

He can only wonder where this Sneasel had been to remember such a thing, but he takes it upon himself to shift only when necessary so the Sneasel doesn't end up being woken up too much.

Time passes slowly, the night slowly moving towards the morning.

Turns out, too, Kianga had fallen asleep, but once he had heard the chirping of some Unfezant, his head rose, blinking the sleep from his eyes. Raising to his paws, his stomach gives a rumble as well.

"... It is almost time to turn in..." He mutters to himself.

Pausing, he gives a slight shift of his body, "... Sal. It is almost dawn. It is time to awaken."

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Sal certainly wasn't the one who owned that pokeball. Sal himself had nothing to fear from them since he was still registered to his teacher. So one could enjoy playing with the object that could catch one of them so easily. Well, since the chance was there Sal tried to interact.

"Do you want to play with me? I mean, I'd be ok with it..."

The Sneasel was always up for causing some mischief.

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Sal looked blankly towards to other mon, he had wondered that question many a time. Who was he? Why was he here? Why had he been forced to live like this? He felt like a puppet on someone else's strings his whole life. A Sneasel unfortunate enough to be taken to a human's house and made to become something he shouldn't. He never had any control, he was barely a person let alone a pokemon.

"I am...Salvador...nice to meet you."

The Sneasel was wearing fancy clothes that were tailored to fit him. He was in the gardens within the mansion that was his prison. This other pokemon before him was the first person he met what wasn't another pokemon conditioned to be a fancy human's pet.

"What brings you to beloved's mansion? Are you like me? I hope we can talk! I mean, I don't get to talk freely like this often."

The Sneasel nervously twitched as he spoke his eyes looked around almost in terror as if expecting someone to come and interupt.

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Salvador shook his head instantly he didn't want to drag someone else into this. He could still...yes he could...couldn't he...wait no...

"No, they don't I am...happy to be here...I just it gets hard sometimes..."

Salvador knew things but how could he ever say them. So many times he tried but it always felt like something was watching him. Something telling him to not speak, because his teacher would be ever so upset if he did so. Sal shook once more with a terror.

"It is complicated...I can't speak because...something is watching..."

Salvador wasn't sure what but it felt like something. Yet he wasn't sure and soon his claws reached out to grab onto the other's tail with the intent to seek some form of comfort or to stop the other from doing something drastic. Since one could easily misread things.

Deep purple eyes followed the Sneasel's gaze. They had come here for no other reason than to rest their weary body from a long travel- but now? Something of concern stirred in their chest.

"You seem fearful." The artificial Pokemon stated. A fact, not a question.

"Why?"

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Mewtwo raised their head, looking back over to the mansion. "Do the humans...abuse you?"

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Sal looked blankly towards to other mon, he had wondered that question many a time. Who was he? Why was he here? Why had he been forced to live like this? He felt like a puppet on someone else's strings his whole life. A Sneasel unfortunate enough to be taken to a human's house and made to become something he shouldn't. He never had any control, he was barely a person let alone a pokemon.

"I am...Salvador...nice to meet you."

The Sneasel was wearing fancy clothes that were tailored to fit him. He was in the gardens within the mansion that was his prison. This other pokemon before him was the first person he met what wasn't another pokemon conditioned to be a fancy human's pet.

"What brings you to beloved's mansion? Are you like me? I hope we can talk! I mean, I don't get to talk freely like this often."

The Sneasel nervously twitched as he spoke his eyes looked around almost in terror as if expecting someone to come and interupt.

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They gave a curious tilt of their head, regarding the Sneasel carefully. "And who might you be?"

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Sal nods he enters the mane without much complaint but in that moment where he made contact once again he felt that same sensation that felt so alike to something he felt before.

"I remember this...this feels...like something I forgot..."

An image appeared before his eyes for a moment. A blue feathered counterpart to himself so close that he was all she saw. And a paw that touched them both keeping them so close. Sal felt himself crying once more as he remembered that.

"I think...I felt this before...this was important to me once..."

Had his mother been a Zoroark? Sal wasn't sure, he wasn't sure of many things certainly not this. But, there was comfort in that memory not something the Sneasel tended to feel from most of them these days. He went inside hiding as much as he could within the red sea of fur. There was a sense of peace here.

"I was within a mane just like this...I know I was..."

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(See? He feels sorry for you. Does it not make you sick to be so beholden unto others? To be seen as pathetic? Because you are! You are so worthless! You never left! You're still trapped! You never escaped! Come back to me...Salvador...) Sal went towards Kianga his movements sluggish as his vision began to swim. He was hungry but the voice was becoming too much. Sal needed comfort he couldn't bare to hear that horrible thing screaming at him. He was starting to see the stone hallways again. He shook his head back and forth while covering his eyes. Snowflakes fell from his eyes as he tried to calm himself. Yet, he was falling deep into his broken mind in that moment.

(No! Don't call me that! That isn't my name! I am not Salvador! I am Sal! Stop it! Just stop talking! You aren't real! You aren't!) Sal began to breathe heavily as he touched the grass tearing through it as if to feel the earth underneath. He had feel that he wasn't there anymore, he couldn't trust his eyes or his eyes only touch didn't lie. Once he felt the soil for long enough the Sneasel calmed once more. "Sorry...I was...I needed to...I..." Sal came closer to Kianga under the shade of the trees. He felt shame for acting so odd a moment ago. He bowed his head to the Zoroark. "I'm not well...I...am really not well..."

The Zoroark found himself concerned at Sal's movements and him consistently apologizing. Taking a moment to steady Sal with a large paw, he moves to lay down and offer his mane by shaking it towards the Sneasel as a means of hiding if he so chose. "You can rest in my mane. I usually remain out here for a good while. If I move, you should not feel anything with how thick my mane is." In case Kianga felt a need to shift or walk around.

Hopefully Sal would find some solace in his mane and be able to rest for the time being.

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(See? He feels sorry for you. Does it not make you sick to be so beholden unto others? To be seen as pathetic? Because you are! You are so worthless! You never left! You're still trapped! You never escaped! Come back to me...Salvador...)

Sal went towards Kianga his movements sluggish as his vision began to swim. He was hungry but the voice was becoming too much. Sal needed comfort he couldn't bare to hear that horrible thing screaming at him. He was starting to see the stone hallways again. He shook his head back and forth while covering his eyes. Snowflakes fell from his eyes as he tried to calm himself. Yet, he was fallling deep into his broken mind in that moment.

(No! Don't call me that! That isn't my name! I am not Salvador! I am Sal! Stop it! Just stop talking! You aren't real! You aren't!)

Sal began to breathe heavily as he touched the grass tearing through it as if to feel the earth underneath. He had feel that he wasn't there anymore, he couldn't trust his eyes or his eyes only touch didn't lie. Once he felt the soil for long enough the Sneasel calmed once more.

"Sorry...I was...I needed to...I..."

Sal came closer to Kianga under the shade of the trees. He felt shame for acting so odd a moment ago. He bowed his head to the Zoroark.

"I'm not well...I...am really not well..."

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(See what you did? Do you see what you did? You made him upset! You can't do anything right can you? You just had to talk about it didn't you? Now, you'll drag him and his family into your problems. You're so selfish aren't you? You never should have left. At least back home you were safe. Out here everyone is out to get you.) Sal had felt resentment for what happened to him. Anyone who had their whole life stolen from them by the whims of another would have many hangups. Yet, instead of aiming outwards he only aimed it inwards. Sal emotionally tormented himself for his weakness. Snowflakes fell from his eyes once more. He followed in silence but he was shuddering as he walked. As the voice of his teacher echoed within his own mind. Or a twisted version of it something within. (I loved you Salvador, didn't you see how much I cared for you? I showed you all the love a parent should give. You were mine, and you were happy to be mine weren't you? A little pat on the head and you did whatever I asked. It didn't matter to you...) Sal tried to ignore the voice, it wasn't real. He knew it was his head playing tricks on him, he had to ignore he had to! He wasn't crazy!

"I'm sorry...I made you angry..."

Kianga pauses midstride to look over at him, eyes scanning over the Sneasel for a few moments before a deep sigh rumbles from his chest. "I am not angry... but I am concerned for you. I know it is not ideal, but I hope you find a little bit of peace here." With that, they soon arrive at the large, empty clearing where Zoroark and Zorua soon fill, playing or moving to lay down and curl up for a while, light yips filling the air as Kianga went to sit down under the shade of a few trees.

He turns his attention to the Sneasel, motioning with one paw in case he wanted to join him. "Rest here if you will. Berries are available in trees nearby." He motions with his head off nearby as well.

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(See what you did? Do you see what you did? You made him upset! You can't do anything right can you? You just had to talk about it didn't you? Now, you'll drag him and his family into your problems. You're so selfish aren't you? You never should have left. At least back home you were safe. Out here everyone is out to get you.)

Sal had felt resentment for what happened to him. Anyone who had their whole life stolen from them by the whims of another would have many hangups. Yet, instead of aiming outwards he only aimed it inwards. Sal emotionally tormented himself for his weakness.

Snowflakes fell from his eyes once more. He followed in silence but he was shuddering as he walked. As the voice of his teacher echoed within his own mind. Or a twisted version of it something within.

(I loved you Salvador, didn't you see how much I cared for you? I showed you all the love a parent should give. You were mine, and you were happy to be mine weren't you? A little pat on the head and you did whatever I asked. It didn't matter to you...)

Sal tried to ignore the voice, it wasn't real. He knew it was his head playing tricks on him, he had to ignore he had to! He wasn't crazy!

"I'm sorry...I made you angry..."

He's quiet, his eyes narrowing a bit as the Sneasel tells him about his former life. The situation... it reminded him a bit of how he had been forced to act a certain way growing up -- to be proper, human-like... yeah, that about sounded like his upbringing, so much so that the frustration showed on his features.

He takes a moment before his massive head shakes back and forth, a soft grunt coming from him as he responds, head stopping; "You do not bring any trouble. I am only sorry you were forced to do such things." With that said, he yips over at a few of the Zoroark who head off in the direction of the house.

"My pack will do what we can to make your stay here comfortable. Come." He then gets up and starts off to the east to a more comfortable clearing.

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