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Wind's Vengeance (Pokemon TF, human to Tornadus)
This short was based on a prompt given by Quioext over on Twitter! Enjoy!
Terry cursed to himself as he scrambled through the forest, eyes darting back and forth in a frantic manner. He'd had the heist all planned out to the smallest detail—the route the truck was taking, the number of guards they were likely to have, the response time of the authorities to any danger—and yet, it all went horribly wrong, because just as he had dispatched the guards and begun loading the money into his own truck, an unwanted guest appeared in the form of a young trainer. Said trainer had proceeded to wipe the floor with all of Terry's pokemon, forcing the criminal into the woods in such a haste that he left his worthless team behind. Stupid kid! If I'd had better pokemon with me... Oh well, I have some spare pokeballs. I'll just see what I can catch after I find a good place to lay low around here...
After a good deal of searching—and plenty of paranoid pauses whenever he thought he'd heard the voices of authorities and their pokemon—he found what appeared to be the perfect hiding spot: a dilapidated old wooden shrine, overgrown with weeds and crumbing from eons of neglect. And the creepy vibe of the place will help in scaring away superstitious locals, Terry thought with a smug grin as he crept slowly and carefully into the main structure.
The interior of the shrine was as pitiful-looking as the exterior, with little more than shards of pottery and scraps of what were once elaborate tapestries to hint at its former glory. Tattered remains of woven carpets and wooden flooring full of cracks and holes only highlighted the sorry state of the shrine; the largest remaining object, a large yet simple stone plinth with a white cloth covering it—strangely undisturbed, compared to the rest of the shrine—served as the only form of hiding spot from prying eyes, though Terry decided that it would be plenty as long as he was careful not to draw too much attention to the location. Deciding that the cloth was big enough to provide a “door” of sorts, he ripped it off of the plinth and tore it a bit to make it fit the ruined appearance of the rest of the shrine and keep it from becoming too noticeable...
As soon as Terry tore the fabric, however, a rumble and gust of terrible wind took him off his feet and flung him against a wall like a small hurricane localized exclusively to the room.
“WHO DARES?!”
The voice came from everywhere and nowhere, and was accompanied by the sound of howling wind that matched the cadence and force of each word. “Wh-what's going on? I thought this place was abandoned!”
“Indeed,” the voice said bitterly. “The humans abandoned this place and left it to rot. And now, after ages of them refusing to even acknowledge my existence, a new human not only intrudes, but further defiles this place!”
“'Humans'? Then what are you?”
A whirlwind appeared in front of him, nearly slamming him against the wall again from the force. Slowly, it dissipated to reveal a greenish pokemon with what appeared to be a beard of some form. “I am the wind and the storm incarnate! I am Tornadus!”
In spite of his original fear, the revelation of his host's identity sent a grin across Terry's face. “You're my lucky day, is what you are! You're a powerful pokemon... but a pokemon like any other, and a fantastic addition to my new team!”
Terry threw the ball... only for another gust of wind to send it flying off course. Tornadus bellowed with increased fury, such that it shook the entire building. “YOU WORM!” With a wave of its hand, Tornadus summoned a small whirlwind that lifted Terry off the ground and left him spinning wildly in midair. “You arrogant, disrespectful cretin! 'An addition to your team', am I? You dare seek to enslave me? Perhaps I should return the favor by forcing you to join my 'team'!”
Before Terry could ask what his captor meant, the spinning intensified as clouds engulfed him and blinded him. Dizzy and unable to see, all Terry had was the sensation of endless whirling movement and the howling of the wind... and behind it all, the voice of Tornadus, speaking in a commanding tone.
“The wind calls! Obey and answer!”
“I—”
“The wind calls! Obey and answer!”
As the storm picked up further strength and speed, Terry's next attempted protest was cut short by the distraction. Every time he attempted to form a thought, the winds picked up again and the voice repeated its command.
“The wind calls! Obey and answer!”
Somehow, the howling of the wind began to carry a strange unspoken meaning to Terry, who responded involuntarily, as if someone were ripping words out of him. “I answer the wind and obey...?”
“Again!”
The command was as firm as ever, and Terry had no ability to stop the words from flowing from him any more than he had the power to escape. “I answer the wind and obey...”
“AGAIN!”
The command was absolute this time, and Terry's feeble willpower collapsed. The wind was calling him. He had to answer. He had to obey. “I answer the wind and obey! I answer the wind and obey! I ANSWER THE WIND, AND OBEY!”
The wind picked up and howled even louder, the silent commands of the storm flowing into his mind even as the spoken commands of Tornadus prevented them from leaving it. “The storm builds! Submit and rage!”
A terrible anger grew within his heart, but he didn't know where it came from. All he knew was that he had no choice but to obey. Rather than answer, he let out an angry growl.
“Submit and rage!”
The fury built within him. His thoughts turned to rage. I hate... I hate... who do I hate? Why am I hating—
“RAGE! RAGE WITH THE STORM!”
I hate them! I hate all of them! I want to tear them apart, I want to blow them away, I want to destroy everything they built! Tear it all down, blow it all down, destroy rage hate tear blow! The angry thoughts built up like the storm that had him in its grasp, until they practically exploded out of him in an almost bestial roar of pure fury. “Damn them! Damn them! DAMN THEM AAAALLLL!!!” As he gave in to the hate and the rage, he felt a shift in the storm. It bound him, but did not shackle him. He obeyed it, but it obeyed him. With it, he felt his body slowly seem to merge with it, his legs merging with the clouds as a beard slowly grew upon his face.
“They abandoned us! Defiled us! We stayed our hand only for the word of Enamorus! But no longer!”
The humans! The humans did this! No more waiting, only vengeance! Terry's body shifted further, a tail bursting out as the wind tore his clothes away.
“You are the wind! You are the storm!”
I am the wind! I am the storm!
“We are the force and the fury and the rage!”
As the changes slowly finished, the whirlwind scattered violently—and in Terry's place: “We are Tornadus!”
“It is good that you have awakened, my younger brother,” Tornadus said, “The humans sealed you within this ruin—and I only now managed to free you!”
Tornadus the Younger nodded. Yes, that was what had happened. He remembered the imprisonment, the defilement, the hate and the anger that were his only companions during his ages of captivity. “I am truly grateful, my elder brother! Does the edict of Enamorus stand?”
The elder shook his head. “That human-loving coward has not spoken in centuries. No longer shall we wait! The humans have evaded justice too long!”
With that, the two left the shrine behind, and began their quest. The time for vengeance was at hand, and nothing would stop them—for they were the wind, and the rage, and the storm.
Terry cursed to himself as he scrambled through the forest, eyes darting back and forth in a frantic manner. He'd had the heist all planned out to the smallest detail—the route the truck was taking, the number of guards they were likely to have, the response time of the authorities to any danger—and yet, it all went horribly wrong, because just as he had dispatched the guards and begun loading the money into his own truck, an unwanted guest appeared in the form of a young trainer. Said trainer had proceeded to wipe the floor with all of Terry's pokemon, forcing the criminal into the woods in such a haste that he left his worthless team behind. Stupid kid! If I'd had better pokemon with me... Oh well, I have some spare pokeballs. I'll just see what I can catch after I find a good place to lay low around here...
After a good deal of searching—and plenty of paranoid pauses whenever he thought he'd heard the voices of authorities and their pokemon—he found what appeared to be the perfect hiding spot: a dilapidated old wooden shrine, overgrown with weeds and crumbing from eons of neglect. And the creepy vibe of the place will help in scaring away superstitious locals, Terry thought with a smug grin as he crept slowly and carefully into the main structure.
The interior of the shrine was as pitiful-looking as the exterior, with little more than shards of pottery and scraps of what were once elaborate tapestries to hint at its former glory. Tattered remains of woven carpets and wooden flooring full of cracks and holes only highlighted the sorry state of the shrine; the largest remaining object, a large yet simple stone plinth with a white cloth covering it—strangely undisturbed, compared to the rest of the shrine—served as the only form of hiding spot from prying eyes, though Terry decided that it would be plenty as long as he was careful not to draw too much attention to the location. Deciding that the cloth was big enough to provide a “door” of sorts, he ripped it off of the plinth and tore it a bit to make it fit the ruined appearance of the rest of the shrine and keep it from becoming too noticeable...
As soon as Terry tore the fabric, however, a rumble and gust of terrible wind took him off his feet and flung him against a wall like a small hurricane localized exclusively to the room.
“WHO DARES?!”
The voice came from everywhere and nowhere, and was accompanied by the sound of howling wind that matched the cadence and force of each word. “Wh-what's going on? I thought this place was abandoned!”
“Indeed,” the voice said bitterly. “The humans abandoned this place and left it to rot. And now, after ages of them refusing to even acknowledge my existence, a new human not only intrudes, but further defiles this place!”
“'Humans'? Then what are you?”
A whirlwind appeared in front of him, nearly slamming him against the wall again from the force. Slowly, it dissipated to reveal a greenish pokemon with what appeared to be a beard of some form. “I am the wind and the storm incarnate! I am Tornadus!”
In spite of his original fear, the revelation of his host's identity sent a grin across Terry's face. “You're my lucky day, is what you are! You're a powerful pokemon... but a pokemon like any other, and a fantastic addition to my new team!”
Terry threw the ball... only for another gust of wind to send it flying off course. Tornadus bellowed with increased fury, such that it shook the entire building. “YOU WORM!” With a wave of its hand, Tornadus summoned a small whirlwind that lifted Terry off the ground and left him spinning wildly in midair. “You arrogant, disrespectful cretin! 'An addition to your team', am I? You dare seek to enslave me? Perhaps I should return the favor by forcing you to join my 'team'!”
Before Terry could ask what his captor meant, the spinning intensified as clouds engulfed him and blinded him. Dizzy and unable to see, all Terry had was the sensation of endless whirling movement and the howling of the wind... and behind it all, the voice of Tornadus, speaking in a commanding tone.
“The wind calls! Obey and answer!”
“I—”
“The wind calls! Obey and answer!”
As the storm picked up further strength and speed, Terry's next attempted protest was cut short by the distraction. Every time he attempted to form a thought, the winds picked up again and the voice repeated its command.
“The wind calls! Obey and answer!”
Somehow, the howling of the wind began to carry a strange unspoken meaning to Terry, who responded involuntarily, as if someone were ripping words out of him. “I answer the wind and obey...?”
“Again!”
The command was as firm as ever, and Terry had no ability to stop the words from flowing from him any more than he had the power to escape. “I answer the wind and obey...”
“AGAIN!”
The command was absolute this time, and Terry's feeble willpower collapsed. The wind was calling him. He had to answer. He had to obey. “I answer the wind and obey! I answer the wind and obey! I ANSWER THE WIND, AND OBEY!”
The wind picked up and howled even louder, the silent commands of the storm flowing into his mind even as the spoken commands of Tornadus prevented them from leaving it. “The storm builds! Submit and rage!”
A terrible anger grew within his heart, but he didn't know where it came from. All he knew was that he had no choice but to obey. Rather than answer, he let out an angry growl.
“Submit and rage!”
The fury built within him. His thoughts turned to rage. I hate... I hate... who do I hate? Why am I hating—
“RAGE! RAGE WITH THE STORM!”
I hate them! I hate all of them! I want to tear them apart, I want to blow them away, I want to destroy everything they built! Tear it all down, blow it all down, destroy rage hate tear blow! The angry thoughts built up like the storm that had him in its grasp, until they practically exploded out of him in an almost bestial roar of pure fury. “Damn them! Damn them! DAMN THEM AAAALLLL!!!” As he gave in to the hate and the rage, he felt a shift in the storm. It bound him, but did not shackle him. He obeyed it, but it obeyed him. With it, he felt his body slowly seem to merge with it, his legs merging with the clouds as a beard slowly grew upon his face.
“They abandoned us! Defiled us! We stayed our hand only for the word of Enamorus! But no longer!”
The humans! The humans did this! No more waiting, only vengeance! Terry's body shifted further, a tail bursting out as the wind tore his clothes away.
“You are the wind! You are the storm!”
I am the wind! I am the storm!
“We are the force and the fury and the rage!”
As the changes slowly finished, the whirlwind scattered violently—and in Terry's place: “We are Tornadus!”
“It is good that you have awakened, my younger brother,” Tornadus said, “The humans sealed you within this ruin—and I only now managed to free you!”
Tornadus the Younger nodded. Yes, that was what had happened. He remembered the imprisonment, the defilement, the hate and the anger that were his only companions during his ages of captivity. “I am truly grateful, my elder brother! Does the edict of Enamorus stand?”
The elder shook his head. “That human-loving coward has not spoken in centuries. No longer shall we wait! The humans have evaded justice too long!”
With that, the two left the shrine behind, and began their quest. The time for vengeance was at hand, and nothing would stop them—for they were the wind, and the rage, and the storm.
Category Story / Transformation
Species Pokemon
Gender Male
Size 50 x 50px
File Size 15.5 kB
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This is so well done- I like to think the Trainer that initially stopped the Tfee was the new protag seen in Scarlet/Violet, Should've known better then to disturb the wind gods place of worship.
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