E_Eevee
22nd December 2002, 06:23 PM
Well, well, well. It's been a long while, hasn't it? I doubt very many people remember me, or care that I'm back. But I am with a new fic. I got thrown off the writing horse, it just took me awhile to get back off. Mostly time's the issue. Plus, my computer crashed so I lost all of my previous fics (I.e. Outcasts from Heaven :( ) Tell me what you think.
The trainer looked around warily, her light blue eyes hooded with mistrust. She didn’t like the looks of the dark trees. She shrunk back as they pressed in around her blotting out the cheery yellow beams of sunlight. The path seems to get rougher and roots blocked her way. There were no flowers, and no noise. That was what creeped the young woman out the most. Everywhere you went there was some kind of noise, yet here it was silent as a grave.
A chilling shiver ran up her spine and she bit down lightly on her tongue. She told herself that was nonsense and to get over it. She would finish up the shortcut and never trust ‘good’ advice again.
The creature pacing beside her glanced up with his dark eyes. He wasn’t afraid. Darkness was his home and stillness was nothing unusual. His wide nose sniffed the air quietly analyzing it for threats. Mold and a muted pine scent was all that his sensitive snout detected. His mistress was just being silly. Again.
The Guraina snorted and gave his silky black pelt a quick shake. At the same time a small creature darted in front of him. It smashed into his slender front legs tripping him up. He did half a summersalt before landing on his back in a bramble bush. His mistress’ ear shattering scream had him up in half a second.
Darting forward, he placed himself between his frightened trainer and the threat. Unfortuantely, the threat seemed to have disappeared. A small glitter caught his eye. Cautiously he crept forward brushing a front paw against the tiny object. Emboldened by his success he stood over the odd bauble. It was a charm of some sort. Silver crafted into the shape of a question mark.
The human leaned down brushing past him. She smelled of fear mingled with curiosity. The wolf sat back on his haunches cocking his ears for the unseen attacker. Meanwhile, the girl stared at the charm. She could see writing, except it wasn’t in any language she knew.
“Leah?” The wolf said quietly breaking her concentration. She looked down at him with a small frown.
“What is it Gunther?” She asked the Guraina softly. She could feel the cold seeping through her navy and white windbreaker.
Leah didn’t know why she could talk to pokemon. The people from her town claimed it was a gift and she had many friends, human and pokemon alike. She had a cheerful and helpful attitude. She helped run the local gym and organized community events. Even with all this she was a quiet sort of person. Offered advice and suggestions yet never asking for them her. She was the type of person who gave rather than received. Sometimes she was taken advantage of because of that.
“We need to go.”
There was a muted urgency in the dark wolf’s words and his tail was tucked against his furry belly. He had been her first pokemon ever and she trusted him completely. If he said it was time to go she wasn’t going to argue.
She fingered the red and white ball hooked to her belt. She rubbed it gently with the tips of her fingers then started to take it off. Then stopped.
“Should I let Hakan out?” She whispered having another eerie sensation. It seemed the deep they forged into the woods the worse it got. Her formally white tennis shoes were soggy and brown with mud. Her jeans were splattered and she had lost one of her navy blue trainer’s gloves.
Her companion shook his head. Despite his uneasy trot he still managed to look confident and ready for anything.
“The pup can sit this one out.” Gunther growled protectively. He had a soft spot for the little puppy he had raised with Leah.
Hakan was a strange pokemon, no doubt about it. He seemed like a normal houndour, a tad bit tiny, but normal. Until you notice that his coat was a deep cobalt blue flecked with silver dapples. His bones were white as snow and his eyes a pale violet. He was what was termed a ‘shiny’.
The most unusual thing about him, however, was his psychic powers. He could see into the future and speak any language. He also had a knack for finding things.
Frost started to gather around them and their breath came out in large puffs of white. The leave beneath their feet crackled and broke. Leah shivered pausing to put down her pack. She dug around while Gunther paced warily his eyes flicking around nervously. She pulled out a gray and blue snowflake print blanket triumphantly and tossed it around her shoulders. She shivered and chattered her teeth putting the pack back on.
Snow started to trickle down exquisidely melting on the ground. A slow, meandering wind picked up carrying the hapless flakes into all sorts of objects. They sprinkled Leah face and hair making her shiver harder.
“I…I thought it wasn’t suppose to get this cold!” The trainer stuttered tucking the blanket tighter. She hadn’t been prepared for snow. After all, they were a good distance from the local foot hills and the woods were supposed to be warmer!
Soon the snow had piled up to her ankles and she felt a seeping numbness creeping up her legs. Her fingerless gloves gave little protection and her fingers were red with cold. She was sure her nose looked like a little, plump cherry and that her lips were an attractive shade of violet.
Gun had been silently striding ahead of her. Every now and then he would pause and look back. Finally, Leah just sat down in the middle of the path. Her blue jeans greedily sucked up the wet snow freezing her seat, but she didn’t care. Half her body was numb and she was too tired after a day’s walk to fight anymore.
The wolf padded back to her with a pleading look. He sniffed her face for reassurance, a strange gesture for a pokemon who normally acted so human- like. She wrapped her numb fingered in the thick fur at his scruff and tried to haul herself up. He bore the painful tugging with patience and whined with worry when Leah fell back down.
Her limbs felt like lead weights and her eyes stung with defeat. Most of her body had gone numb and her blanket was soaked.
“Gun?” She whispered fearfully. “Where are we? This isn’t where we are supposed to be. The map… well, it’s different. And all this snow.”
The pokemon blinked, having no answer to her questions. He cuddled close to her hoping his body would warm her up. Meanwhile, his eyes were flickering around searching. His triangle shaped ears rotated slowly and his blunt, black nose wiggled slightly in the cold air. He wouldn’t admit it, but his paws were chilled even with the thick fur between the tough leather pads.
“Don’t worry about it.” He reassured her gruffly wrapping his bushy tail around her waist. “Think about survival, okay? Bring out Hakan.”
Leah opened her mouth to object, but all that came out was a chattering sound caused by her teeth. She fumbled with her belt, slowly drawing the sphere off. With a practiced motion she tossed it gracefully in the air and a sharp beam of light flashed out. A half grown houndour puppy looked around sleepily his eyes clouded. A yawn revealed a pink tongue and sharp white teeth. Stretching, he looked at Gunther and wagged his short tail.
“Wha’s tha matta?” He yipped cocking his head at the frozen Leah. The snow that fell all around them seemed to slid off an invisible bubble around the fire dog. Gunther knew it was because the that radiated off the black pup melted the soft, white flakes before they got too close.
“Hakan, snuggle up to Leah.” Gunther growled taking on the role of the authorative father. When he talked with Leah, he mimicked human speech patterns. With another canine it was completely different. His tone took on a guttural quality and he used the back of his throat to accent his words.
The teenager considered it and crinkled his nose in confusion. His dark coat shimmered.
“Do it. She’s cold!” The older dog barked forcefully. The younger backed down with his large ears folded down in submission. He crept up to the trainer and curled up against her chest with his skull resting just below her chin.
Gunther resettled himself on her other side creating a furry sandwhich around the fragile girl.
A flash of light glinted off the silver charm that had been dropped in the ever deepening snow.
Sorry for the shortness. Tsk tsk. I don't really have a direction for this fic yet, or characters, or anything really. We'll just have to see how it goes.
:wave:
The trainer looked around warily, her light blue eyes hooded with mistrust. She didn’t like the looks of the dark trees. She shrunk back as they pressed in around her blotting out the cheery yellow beams of sunlight. The path seems to get rougher and roots blocked her way. There were no flowers, and no noise. That was what creeped the young woman out the most. Everywhere you went there was some kind of noise, yet here it was silent as a grave.
A chilling shiver ran up her spine and she bit down lightly on her tongue. She told herself that was nonsense and to get over it. She would finish up the shortcut and never trust ‘good’ advice again.
The creature pacing beside her glanced up with his dark eyes. He wasn’t afraid. Darkness was his home and stillness was nothing unusual. His wide nose sniffed the air quietly analyzing it for threats. Mold and a muted pine scent was all that his sensitive snout detected. His mistress was just being silly. Again.
The Guraina snorted and gave his silky black pelt a quick shake. At the same time a small creature darted in front of him. It smashed into his slender front legs tripping him up. He did half a summersalt before landing on his back in a bramble bush. His mistress’ ear shattering scream had him up in half a second.
Darting forward, he placed himself between his frightened trainer and the threat. Unfortuantely, the threat seemed to have disappeared. A small glitter caught his eye. Cautiously he crept forward brushing a front paw against the tiny object. Emboldened by his success he stood over the odd bauble. It was a charm of some sort. Silver crafted into the shape of a question mark.
The human leaned down brushing past him. She smelled of fear mingled with curiosity. The wolf sat back on his haunches cocking his ears for the unseen attacker. Meanwhile, the girl stared at the charm. She could see writing, except it wasn’t in any language she knew.
“Leah?” The wolf said quietly breaking her concentration. She looked down at him with a small frown.
“What is it Gunther?” She asked the Guraina softly. She could feel the cold seeping through her navy and white windbreaker.
Leah didn’t know why she could talk to pokemon. The people from her town claimed it was a gift and she had many friends, human and pokemon alike. She had a cheerful and helpful attitude. She helped run the local gym and organized community events. Even with all this she was a quiet sort of person. Offered advice and suggestions yet never asking for them her. She was the type of person who gave rather than received. Sometimes she was taken advantage of because of that.
“We need to go.”
There was a muted urgency in the dark wolf’s words and his tail was tucked against his furry belly. He had been her first pokemon ever and she trusted him completely. If he said it was time to go she wasn’t going to argue.
She fingered the red and white ball hooked to her belt. She rubbed it gently with the tips of her fingers then started to take it off. Then stopped.
“Should I let Hakan out?” She whispered having another eerie sensation. It seemed the deep they forged into the woods the worse it got. Her formally white tennis shoes were soggy and brown with mud. Her jeans were splattered and she had lost one of her navy blue trainer’s gloves.
Her companion shook his head. Despite his uneasy trot he still managed to look confident and ready for anything.
“The pup can sit this one out.” Gunther growled protectively. He had a soft spot for the little puppy he had raised with Leah.
Hakan was a strange pokemon, no doubt about it. He seemed like a normal houndour, a tad bit tiny, but normal. Until you notice that his coat was a deep cobalt blue flecked with silver dapples. His bones were white as snow and his eyes a pale violet. He was what was termed a ‘shiny’.
The most unusual thing about him, however, was his psychic powers. He could see into the future and speak any language. He also had a knack for finding things.
Frost started to gather around them and their breath came out in large puffs of white. The leave beneath their feet crackled and broke. Leah shivered pausing to put down her pack. She dug around while Gunther paced warily his eyes flicking around nervously. She pulled out a gray and blue snowflake print blanket triumphantly and tossed it around her shoulders. She shivered and chattered her teeth putting the pack back on.
Snow started to trickle down exquisidely melting on the ground. A slow, meandering wind picked up carrying the hapless flakes into all sorts of objects. They sprinkled Leah face and hair making her shiver harder.
“I…I thought it wasn’t suppose to get this cold!” The trainer stuttered tucking the blanket tighter. She hadn’t been prepared for snow. After all, they were a good distance from the local foot hills and the woods were supposed to be warmer!
Soon the snow had piled up to her ankles and she felt a seeping numbness creeping up her legs. Her fingerless gloves gave little protection and her fingers were red with cold. She was sure her nose looked like a little, plump cherry and that her lips were an attractive shade of violet.
Gun had been silently striding ahead of her. Every now and then he would pause and look back. Finally, Leah just sat down in the middle of the path. Her blue jeans greedily sucked up the wet snow freezing her seat, but she didn’t care. Half her body was numb and she was too tired after a day’s walk to fight anymore.
The wolf padded back to her with a pleading look. He sniffed her face for reassurance, a strange gesture for a pokemon who normally acted so human- like. She wrapped her numb fingered in the thick fur at his scruff and tried to haul herself up. He bore the painful tugging with patience and whined with worry when Leah fell back down.
Her limbs felt like lead weights and her eyes stung with defeat. Most of her body had gone numb and her blanket was soaked.
“Gun?” She whispered fearfully. “Where are we? This isn’t where we are supposed to be. The map… well, it’s different. And all this snow.”
The pokemon blinked, having no answer to her questions. He cuddled close to her hoping his body would warm her up. Meanwhile, his eyes were flickering around searching. His triangle shaped ears rotated slowly and his blunt, black nose wiggled slightly in the cold air. He wouldn’t admit it, but his paws were chilled even with the thick fur between the tough leather pads.
“Don’t worry about it.” He reassured her gruffly wrapping his bushy tail around her waist. “Think about survival, okay? Bring out Hakan.”
Leah opened her mouth to object, but all that came out was a chattering sound caused by her teeth. She fumbled with her belt, slowly drawing the sphere off. With a practiced motion she tossed it gracefully in the air and a sharp beam of light flashed out. A half grown houndour puppy looked around sleepily his eyes clouded. A yawn revealed a pink tongue and sharp white teeth. Stretching, he looked at Gunther and wagged his short tail.
“Wha’s tha matta?” He yipped cocking his head at the frozen Leah. The snow that fell all around them seemed to slid off an invisible bubble around the fire dog. Gunther knew it was because the that radiated off the black pup melted the soft, white flakes before they got too close.
“Hakan, snuggle up to Leah.” Gunther growled taking on the role of the authorative father. When he talked with Leah, he mimicked human speech patterns. With another canine it was completely different. His tone took on a guttural quality and he used the back of his throat to accent his words.
The teenager considered it and crinkled his nose in confusion. His dark coat shimmered.
“Do it. She’s cold!” The older dog barked forcefully. The younger backed down with his large ears folded down in submission. He crept up to the trainer and curled up against her chest with his skull resting just below her chin.
Gunther resettled himself on her other side creating a furry sandwhich around the fragile girl.
A flash of light glinted off the silver charm that had been dropped in the ever deepening snow.
Sorry for the shortness. Tsk tsk. I don't really have a direction for this fic yet, or characters, or anything really. We'll just have to see how it goes.
:wave: