(Note: You may have seen something similar to this on the Pokemon Academy RP. That RP however doesn't seem to be getting any activity lately, and the plans I had were just too hard to keep bottled up until someone else posted, though some aspects will be different. This story is written in first person by the way. Anyways, enjoy.)
I hurry along the sand - covered desert ground as fast as I can, putting pressure on the wounded arm caused by that damn Bisharp. Gah, I can feel the blood pouring into the palm of my hand. Why does that trainer want to catch me? More importantly, why does he feel it's necessary to cut my arm in the process?
I'm a wild pokemon. Always have been, always will be. Some think being a wild Pokemon isn't that great, but it's a helluva lot better than being cooped up in a Pokeball all day, only coming out of it to get punched in the face.
I should probably explain who I am. My name is Zeke, a Scrafty living in the desert near Castelia city. I know wild Pokemon dont usually have nicknames, but Zeke sounded a lot better than anything else. I dont want my life in the wild to end now. The trainer is coming after me. I can hear there sounds of his trainers charging through the sand.
God dammit, this wound is slowing me down! That stupid Bisharp and his stupid spikes and his stupid Metal Claw and -
Suddenly I trip over a Joltik hiding in the sand and fall flat on my face. WHAT THE DISTORTION WORLD IS AN ELECTRIC TYPE DOING OUT HERE? I get back on my feet but the sound of a trainer's footsteps draw closer.
"Delia, go!" I hear from close behind me. I look over my shoulder to see a Leavanny pounce out of it's Pokeball. God damn, I hate those things! I just hope it doesn't -
A String Shot hits me in the leg, tripping me up. The pain in my arm becomes worse, hitting a fifty out of ten on the pain - o - meter. I feel like it got cut with a knife! Oh wait, IT FREAKING DID!
No time to think now, as I lie on the ground unable to get up. I look behind me to see the trainer rampaging towards me... Looks like this is the end.
I hurry along the sand - covered desert ground as fast as I can, putting pressure on the wounded arm caused by that damn Bisharp. Gah, I can feel the blood pouring into the palm of my hand. Why does that trainer want to catch me? More importantly, why does he feel it's necessary to cut my arm in the process?
I'm a wild pokemon. Always have been, always will be. Some think being a wild Pokemon isn't that great, but it's a helluva lot better than being cooped up in a Pokeball all day, only coming out of it to get punched in the face.
I should probably explain who I am. My name is Zeke, a Scrafty living in the desert near Castelia city. I know wild Pokemon dont usually have nicknames, but Zeke sounded a lot better than anything else. I dont want my life in the wild to end now. The trainer is coming after me. I can hear there sounds of his trainers charging through the sand.
God dammit, this wound is slowing me down! That stupid Bisharp and his stupid spikes and his stupid Metal Claw and -
Suddenly I trip over a Joltik hiding in the sand and fall flat on my face. WHAT THE DISTORTION WORLD IS AN ELECTRIC TYPE DOING OUT HERE? I get back on my feet but the sound of a trainer's footsteps draw closer.
"Delia, go!" I hear from close behind me. I look over my shoulder to see a Leavanny pounce out of it's Pokeball. God damn, I hate those things! I just hope it doesn't -
A String Shot hits me in the leg, tripping me up. The pain in my arm becomes worse, hitting a fifty out of ten on the pain - o - meter. I feel like it got cut with a knife! Oh wait, IT FREAKING DID!
No time to think now, as I lie on the ground unable to get up. I look behind me to see the trainer rampaging towards me... Looks like this is the end.