This choice: You are discovered by a group of pokemon with unique intrests. • Go Back... "Well, well, never thought I'd see a shrimp so small out in these parts of the woods." The low gravely voice caused you to turn around only to fall flat on your ass. "Heh, whatcha think Grock? This one a trainers bitch or what." The sneering feraligatr face looked at you with hungry eyes, along with three others.
There was Goji, the tyranitar, heavy set and mean looking, a bulging gut jiggling a bit as he chuckled. Then there was the dreaded Lilac. Despite his name, he was one of the most dangerous Nidokings any one had ever encountered. There was also Oxala, the wild looking feraligatr who kept licking his strong jaws lips. Lastly was one of the most abnormal looking pokemon, while packing quite the girth below the waist; Grock was an average burly Charizard who, though looking extremely menacing, had a cocerned look on his face.
These were the four who were dreaded the most in this area of the woods, not only because of their fierce fighting style but because of their winning winning 'ritual' after wards. It was said that when they becam too powerful for their trainer, they each spent a turn humilating him in any way possible, then the one who did the greatest job ate the trainer. You cowered in fear. Any piss that you had left would have drained all against you waist but there was none left.
"What's a silly little charmander like you doing out here so far from your trainer eh?" The tyranitar, or rather 'Goji' stepped closer, followed by the great purple lug of a nidking and the blue and red feraligatr and charizard. You were in a circle of danger.
"Seems you're a little lost, be a shame if someone stepped on that sparkly little tail of yours." Lilac gazed long and hard at you, when you suddenly felt a splash of water hit your face. The water type had spritzed you from behind.
"All right, you little gecko, I'll give you to the count of three other wise," *GLLRGLE* "Heh, you don't wanna know." Goji smirked as his stomach growled hungrily. "1 . . . 2 . . th-"
"IM TOTALLY LOST, MY TRAINERS AN ASSHOLE, DRUNKEN COWARD WHO CAN'T EVEN TAKE CARE OF ONE POKEMON WELL AND NOW HE'S LEFT ME OUT IN THE WOODS!" You shut your eyes and shield yourself from whatever they were about to do to you and just wait.
"Humm, well ain't that a surprise, you'd think trainers these days would take better care of their pokemon." They all seemed to nod and talk calmly amongst themselves, it was as if there was a total behavior shift. "Well, anyways kid, the roads back that-a ways and it'll lead you straight to the main street sidewalk." The charizard behind you was giving the directions, the others were very quite and contained. "That is if you wanna return to your 'asshole' trainer."
GLRRGGLE
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