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Summary:Chikorita's life consisted of nothing more than day to day monotony, and battling constantly in between. Through it all she had learned to depend on no one, as she was alone in a harsh world. But can a chance encounter with what seemed to be another adversary show her the light?
Note: Pokémon speech translated in brackets () and italics mean thoughts
Slowly but surely, I started to feel the sun's rays blanket me with their warmth, as I felt myself drift back into consciousness. However I continued to lay there, until I finally forced my eyes open, which proved to be slightly painful when the bright light invaded them. I awkwardly stumbled to my feet, and tried to stretch out the kinks I had gained from I when I was sleeping.
I looked around trying to get a sense of my surroundings, but my bleary vision only provided me with... a sea of swirly green? Blinking rapidly to focus, the scene then changed to that of, uh, trees and grass? Yeah, that should be right. This area was supposed to be mostly forest I think. I yawned trying to clear my sleepy head.
What should I do first? An impatient growl from my stomach answered that question, so I set off to find something to eat.
I sniffed around for a while. It wasn't a very big or thick forest, so if there was anything decent enough to put in my mouth it wouldn’t be that hard to find. Though it got pretty annoying when over half the morning had gone by, and I hadn’t found a single thing worth even taking a second look at. I could only sigh. This is what I got for waking up later than most of the Pokémon here, since they had probably raided the place at dawn. I grumbled at the idea of having to walk all the way back to the grassy area where I was yesterday. It would be the afternoon by the by the time I got there, and I was hungry now! Still I grudgingly wandered off in that direction, muttering my frustrations along the way.
Suddenly, however, my rant was interrupted by a sweet smell wafting up into my nose and making my mouth water. It was like it was calling out to me, so I dashed toward the source as fast as I could run.
And when I stopped running, there in front of me sat a large tree filled with pink round fruits, and not another Pokémon in sight. This had to be too good to be true. Yet when I closed my eyes to see if it was real and reopened them... it was still right there in front of me, just asking me to reach out and take it. I had to admit I was drooling. The height of those wonderful smelling things didn’t faze me at all. I simply whipped out my vines and picked out as many as I wanted. And wow, did you know they tasted even better than they smelled?
“Grrrrrrr.”
Huh?
I turned to look at the sudden noise. What I saw a little bit off to my right was an orange Pokémon with a white tuft of hair on its head, a matching tuft on its tail, and some black stripes going down its back. A Pokémon that was also better known as a very angry looking Growlithe. It seems this really was too good to be true after all. Like most things in my life.
“(What do you think you’re you doing?!)” he growled.
“(Um, I’m eating. What does look like?)”
That was my reply. What else could I say?
“(That’s my fruit, from my tree, in my territory!)”
Oh. Well that explains why it hasn’t been ransacked by the Mankey and who knows else yet. Yep, definitely too good to be true then. Of course, I had to ask… “(How was I supposed to know?)” I really[/I didn't like his tone.
“(Leave! Now!)” he barked before he added as a threat, “(Unless you want to feel my fire, Grass Pokémon.)"
“(Fine! Keep your stupid fruit!)” I started to leave, but only because I could now pick up his scent markings near the one of the exposed roots proving his claim. I’d have no qualms fighting over it otherwise, since this guy had royally irked me. “(But it’s not because I’m afraid of your fire.)” I muttered tossing my head in a snuff. I just had to get that in there didn’t I?
That’s all it took to set him off.
“(You'd better be!)” he howled immediately lunging for me.
I dodged to the right of his attack, since I hadn't taken my eyes off of him. I knew better than that. The moment his front paws hit the ground he wheeled himself around to attack again by releasing a stream of burning embers from his mouth. I just barely ducked away in time from most of it, but some of them still managed to hit me. This was too close for comfort. I knew I had to get ready before he attacked again.
When he saw his attack hit its mark he smirked at me, as if that would make me fear him. “It’s gonna take a lot more that.” I thought glaring back harshly.
Growling, I swooshed the leaf on my head around to throw several razor sharp leaves at him. I wanted to wipe away that smirk so bad…
But the smirk stayed there, until he opened his mouth to unlease yet another stream of embers that canceled out the attack. I grumbled and jumped out of the way when a few of them even hit the spot I had been standing on. Now it looked like he was going to laugh.
As if I was going to stand for that.
“(Oh yeah!)” Became my battle cry when I charged him, my rage surging.
He finally stopped smiling, but it unfortunately it wasn’t because he was afraid. No it seemed like he was concentrating, as if he was struggling within himself. A bright aura began to form around him. He had to be building up for a nasty attack. If I could just get there before he completed it, I would have a chance…
“Rooowl!” he howled when the flames engulfed his body.
Too late. I didn't even have time to think about what was happening before a living fireball started hurtling towards me. I was way too close. I couldn't get out of the way now. Any direction I could try to run in he would probably match me. But even so, I kept looking for a way out.
And then… at the last second I saw it.
I could feel the heat of what was about to hit me, but luckily my vines were faster. I shot them straight up around a branch, hoisting my body out of range at the last second. The fire just tickled my feet when it barely passed beneath me.
He finally ended the fireball a little farther away, and I saw him stare back in shock. He was acting like he couldn't believe he missed me. Now it was my turn to smirk when I dropped back down and asked simply, “(You think I'm afraid of you?)” I was feeling pretty good right about now, and it showed with the smile on my face.
His face; however, soon changed from disbelief to uncontrollable rage. I blinked as his throat released one of the nastiest growls I'd ever heard. In fact it didn’t even sound like a growl, or not a normal one anyway. It was more like a deep guttural noise that almost bellowed while in the air. Then he howled, but it wasn’t a exactly like a howl either. It was a roar. Wait? Growlithe don’t roar. At least not any that I’ve ever heard.
Only monsters can truly roar. The monsters that live in the deepest, darkest parts of the forest, and they love to make those horrible sounds at night when you try to sleep.
Unfortunately for him I wasn't impressed by his little show. He would have to do a lot better than that to scare me. There are things far scarier in the world than some angry Growlithe, and it wasn't like I was afraid of those things either. I snorted back at him, “(Is that all you got?)”
His body shook with untamed fury, his eyes told of absolute hatred, his lips curled back to display every bit of his shiny white fangs, and yet I didn’t even flinch. I was ready for anything he wanted to throw at me. I never back down from a fight, no matter what.
Though I couldn’t push away the nagging idea that something was wrong.
He opened his mouth for another ember attack. Yet he looked completely tensed up compared to how easy he was doing it before. Hmm.. In fact, shouldn’t it have come out by now? But it seemed to be stuck in his mouth.
Then it dawned on me: This was not another ember attack. Pure fire was building in his mouth.
I might be stubborn, but I’m not stupid. I had to get out of here! I couldn't kick his butt if I let myself get roasted!
I glanced around desperately hunting for some kind of cover. Everywhere I looked though I couldn't find anything. A tree wouldn't cut it since it wouldn't hold against the blast, those rocks were too small, and there was not a single hole or crevice in sight. Darn it! I refuse to lose to this guy.
The fire that was gathering in his mouth was still there. Shouldn't he have released it by now? So what is he-? And I saw his eyes had narrowed on me. Not good. I knew what he was doing. He was merely trying to aim that thing. Aim it right at me!
Time’s up.
I had to make a decision. There’s no second chances. It was now or never.
A huge stream of fire erupted from his mouth. And I did the only thing I could by diving behind the closest rock and digging frantically. Within a second I felt the heat. I dropped as close to the ground as possible trying hard not to get burned.
It was so hot. Opening my eyes for a second I saw nothing but fire everywhere. It was so close I felt like I could even smell it, even smelling the pure burning vapors. What else was burning? Was I burning? My skin felt like it was searing, but I couldn't tell how bad it was yet. Was it over? Was this it?
Then the flames stopped. The heat lingered temporarily, only before the most wonderful cooling breeze blew it away. I reopened my eyes slowly. It was over. Was I okay?
My daze wore off quickly when I checked over myself realizing that I was. Just a few burns and some soot. When I gazed upward I saw the reason why I got off so easily.
The rock had partially melted and was still smoldering. Scattered embers covered it giving off a bright red heat.
I gulped. That was close. Way too close.
I could not let that happen again. I had to put a stop to it.
I peeked around the rock, and there he was panting heavily. He seemed to be out of it, with his legs sprawled out in an attempt to hold himself up. So I take it that he put all of his energy into one attack did he? Thought he could finish me off just like that? Well he's got another thing coming.
Because this ends now.
No more playing games. I wouldn't let him get away with firing off another attack like that. It was time to use my trump card.
Standing up I walked away from the rock. He obviously saw me since his face was covered in absolute shock. He couldn't believe I was right there? That I escaped his uber attack? Pfft.
Oh well, here we go. I ran toward him at full speed. He only gawked, showing even more that he really couldn't believe it. Soon enough though he found his composure, and shook his head of that moment of weakness. Quickly he began trying to form another attack.
It didn't work however. He only coughed up smoke instead, because he must have put too much effort into the last one. Now he couldn't fire off another one as fast. That was his mistake.
I was almost there.
A second later he stopped hacking and started building up the fire again.
Not this time. I was within range now.
I threw out my vines as fast as I could. The hard pointed tips flew directly toward the target: His head.
"Roooooooowl!" he howled in agony. I had sent them straight between his eyes. My trademark. This attack was my own personal one. The force of it sent him backward to the ground with a "oomph". He never knew new what hit him.
I stood there for a brief moment looking at my former adversary; who was now on the ground covering his head with his paws. His smirk was definitely gone, and I couldn't stop my next words even if I wanted to.
"(I told you I didn't fear your fire,)" I smirked.
With that I left him there. I'd heard him still muttering about a "Chikorita"; I had taught him his lesson. He knew now I wouldn't run away in fear, but instead would only leave with victory.
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Summary:Chikorita's life consisted of nothing more than day to day monotony, and battling constantly in between. Through it all she had learned to depend on no one, as she was alone in a harsh world. But can a chance encounter with what seemed to be another adversary show her the light?
Note: Pokémon speech translated in brackets () and italics mean thoughts
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Ending Loneliness
Chapter One: In The Beginning
Ending Loneliness
Chapter One: In The Beginning
Slowly but surely, I started to feel the sun's rays blanket me with their warmth, as I felt myself drift back into consciousness. However I continued to lay there, until I finally forced my eyes open, which proved to be slightly painful when the bright light invaded them. I awkwardly stumbled to my feet, and tried to stretch out the kinks I had gained from I when I was sleeping.
I looked around trying to get a sense of my surroundings, but my bleary vision only provided me with... a sea of swirly green? Blinking rapidly to focus, the scene then changed to that of, uh, trees and grass? Yeah, that should be right. This area was supposed to be mostly forest I think. I yawned trying to clear my sleepy head.
What should I do first? An impatient growl from my stomach answered that question, so I set off to find something to eat.
I sniffed around for a while. It wasn't a very big or thick forest, so if there was anything decent enough to put in my mouth it wouldn’t be that hard to find. Though it got pretty annoying when over half the morning had gone by, and I hadn’t found a single thing worth even taking a second look at. I could only sigh. This is what I got for waking up later than most of the Pokémon here, since they had probably raided the place at dawn. I grumbled at the idea of having to walk all the way back to the grassy area where I was yesterday. It would be the afternoon by the by the time I got there, and I was hungry now! Still I grudgingly wandered off in that direction, muttering my frustrations along the way.
Suddenly, however, my rant was interrupted by a sweet smell wafting up into my nose and making my mouth water. It was like it was calling out to me, so I dashed toward the source as fast as I could run.
And when I stopped running, there in front of me sat a large tree filled with pink round fruits, and not another Pokémon in sight. This had to be too good to be true. Yet when I closed my eyes to see if it was real and reopened them... it was still right there in front of me, just asking me to reach out and take it. I had to admit I was drooling. The height of those wonderful smelling things didn’t faze me at all. I simply whipped out my vines and picked out as many as I wanted. And wow, did you know they tasted even better than they smelled?
“Grrrrrrr.”
Huh?
I turned to look at the sudden noise. What I saw a little bit off to my right was an orange Pokémon with a white tuft of hair on its head, a matching tuft on its tail, and some black stripes going down its back. A Pokémon that was also better known as a very angry looking Growlithe. It seems this really was too good to be true after all. Like most things in my life.
“(What do you think you’re you doing?!)” he growled.
“(Um, I’m eating. What does look like?)”
That was my reply. What else could I say?
“(That’s my fruit, from my tree, in my territory!)”
Oh. Well that explains why it hasn’t been ransacked by the Mankey and who knows else yet. Yep, definitely too good to be true then. Of course, I had to ask… “(How was I supposed to know?)” I really[/I didn't like his tone.
“(Leave! Now!)” he barked before he added as a threat, “(Unless you want to feel my fire, Grass Pokémon.)"
“(Fine! Keep your stupid fruit!)” I started to leave, but only because I could now pick up his scent markings near the one of the exposed roots proving his claim. I’d have no qualms fighting over it otherwise, since this guy had royally irked me. “(But it’s not because I’m afraid of your fire.)” I muttered tossing my head in a snuff. I just had to get that in there didn’t I?
That’s all it took to set him off.
“(You'd better be!)” he howled immediately lunging for me.
I dodged to the right of his attack, since I hadn't taken my eyes off of him. I knew better than that. The moment his front paws hit the ground he wheeled himself around to attack again by releasing a stream of burning embers from his mouth. I just barely ducked away in time from most of it, but some of them still managed to hit me. This was too close for comfort. I knew I had to get ready before he attacked again.
When he saw his attack hit its mark he smirked at me, as if that would make me fear him. “It’s gonna take a lot more that.” I thought glaring back harshly.
Growling, I swooshed the leaf on my head around to throw several razor sharp leaves at him. I wanted to wipe away that smirk so bad…
But the smirk stayed there, until he opened his mouth to unlease yet another stream of embers that canceled out the attack. I grumbled and jumped out of the way when a few of them even hit the spot I had been standing on. Now it looked like he was going to laugh.
As if I was going to stand for that.
“(Oh yeah!)” Became my battle cry when I charged him, my rage surging.
He finally stopped smiling, but it unfortunately it wasn’t because he was afraid. No it seemed like he was concentrating, as if he was struggling within himself. A bright aura began to form around him. He had to be building up for a nasty attack. If I could just get there before he completed it, I would have a chance…
“Rooowl!” he howled when the flames engulfed his body.
Too late. I didn't even have time to think about what was happening before a living fireball started hurtling towards me. I was way too close. I couldn't get out of the way now. Any direction I could try to run in he would probably match me. But even so, I kept looking for a way out.
And then… at the last second I saw it.
I could feel the heat of what was about to hit me, but luckily my vines were faster. I shot them straight up around a branch, hoisting my body out of range at the last second. The fire just tickled my feet when it barely passed beneath me.
He finally ended the fireball a little farther away, and I saw him stare back in shock. He was acting like he couldn't believe he missed me. Now it was my turn to smirk when I dropped back down and asked simply, “(You think I'm afraid of you?)” I was feeling pretty good right about now, and it showed with the smile on my face.
His face; however, soon changed from disbelief to uncontrollable rage. I blinked as his throat released one of the nastiest growls I'd ever heard. In fact it didn’t even sound like a growl, or not a normal one anyway. It was more like a deep guttural noise that almost bellowed while in the air. Then he howled, but it wasn’t a exactly like a howl either. It was a roar. Wait? Growlithe don’t roar. At least not any that I’ve ever heard.
Only monsters can truly roar. The monsters that live in the deepest, darkest parts of the forest, and they love to make those horrible sounds at night when you try to sleep.
Unfortunately for him I wasn't impressed by his little show. He would have to do a lot better than that to scare me. There are things far scarier in the world than some angry Growlithe, and it wasn't like I was afraid of those things either. I snorted back at him, “(Is that all you got?)”
His body shook with untamed fury, his eyes told of absolute hatred, his lips curled back to display every bit of his shiny white fangs, and yet I didn’t even flinch. I was ready for anything he wanted to throw at me. I never back down from a fight, no matter what.
Though I couldn’t push away the nagging idea that something was wrong.
He opened his mouth for another ember attack. Yet he looked completely tensed up compared to how easy he was doing it before. Hmm.. In fact, shouldn’t it have come out by now? But it seemed to be stuck in his mouth.
Then it dawned on me: This was not another ember attack. Pure fire was building in his mouth.
I might be stubborn, but I’m not stupid. I had to get out of here! I couldn't kick his butt if I let myself get roasted!
I glanced around desperately hunting for some kind of cover. Everywhere I looked though I couldn't find anything. A tree wouldn't cut it since it wouldn't hold against the blast, those rocks were too small, and there was not a single hole or crevice in sight. Darn it! I refuse to lose to this guy.
The fire that was gathering in his mouth was still there. Shouldn't he have released it by now? So what is he-? And I saw his eyes had narrowed on me. Not good. I knew what he was doing. He was merely trying to aim that thing. Aim it right at me!
Time’s up.
I had to make a decision. There’s no second chances. It was now or never.
A huge stream of fire erupted from his mouth. And I did the only thing I could by diving behind the closest rock and digging frantically. Within a second I felt the heat. I dropped as close to the ground as possible trying hard not to get burned.
It was so hot. Opening my eyes for a second I saw nothing but fire everywhere. It was so close I felt like I could even smell it, even smelling the pure burning vapors. What else was burning? Was I burning? My skin felt like it was searing, but I couldn't tell how bad it was yet. Was it over? Was this it?
Then the flames stopped. The heat lingered temporarily, only before the most wonderful cooling breeze blew it away. I reopened my eyes slowly. It was over. Was I okay?
My daze wore off quickly when I checked over myself realizing that I was. Just a few burns and some soot. When I gazed upward I saw the reason why I got off so easily.
The rock had partially melted and was still smoldering. Scattered embers covered it giving off a bright red heat.
I gulped. That was close. Way too close.
I could not let that happen again. I had to put a stop to it.
I peeked around the rock, and there he was panting heavily. He seemed to be out of it, with his legs sprawled out in an attempt to hold himself up. So I take it that he put all of his energy into one attack did he? Thought he could finish me off just like that? Well he's got another thing coming.
Because this ends now.
No more playing games. I wouldn't let him get away with firing off another attack like that. It was time to use my trump card.
Standing up I walked away from the rock. He obviously saw me since his face was covered in absolute shock. He couldn't believe I was right there? That I escaped his uber attack? Pfft.
Oh well, here we go. I ran toward him at full speed. He only gawked, showing even more that he really couldn't believe it. Soon enough though he found his composure, and shook his head of that moment of weakness. Quickly he began trying to form another attack.
It didn't work however. He only coughed up smoke instead, because he must have put too much effort into the last one. Now he couldn't fire off another one as fast. That was his mistake.
I was almost there.
A second later he stopped hacking and started building up the fire again.
Not this time. I was within range now.
I threw out my vines as fast as I could. The hard pointed tips flew directly toward the target: His head.
"Roooooooowl!" he howled in agony. I had sent them straight between his eyes. My trademark. This attack was my own personal one. The force of it sent him backward to the ground with a "oomph". He never knew new what hit him.
I stood there for a brief moment looking at my former adversary; who was now on the ground covering his head with his paws. His smirk was definitely gone, and I couldn't stop my next words even if I wanted to.
"(I told you I didn't fear your fire,)" I smirked.
With that I left him there. I'd heard him still muttering about a "Chikorita"; I had taught him his lesson. He knew now I wouldn't run away in fear, but instead would only leave with victory.
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