Who is really cursed?
A Ninetales looked fore lonely at the headstone in a run down cemetery, a sad look on its muzzle. "Not many people come anymore master, yep, I will still call you that title till the day I die, I still remember when you bought that translator and heard me call you that, you got so mad… oh, to be that age again, you were so full of energy." The Ninetales had to stop in fear of choking on its words; the voice was a male's voice.
"Yet you were always so fascinated by my species, why was that? Was it because of our majestic looks? Or was it that we seemed so aloft at times?" The Ninetales only gave a short bark like laugh before continuing talking to the grave. "I think I know what it was, it is our age and how long we live, but you have no idea what it is like, seeing those around you die, and you keep living, that is why you see so few Ninetales in the wild, they stay to themselves so that they do not have to face the death of close friends knowing that they will live to see their friend's family line reach into the hundreds if not thousands of ancestors. You think that we give curses to avenge ourselves?" The Ninetales only shook his head and his voice turned sour. "Well, that isn't true, we hate ourselves for doing that, for we are forcing another to live as long as we do, we are forcing them to see their families and friends die, is not that they loss humanity, it is knowing you will live forever almost and having to watch the world around you die."
The Ninetales seemed to be working himself into a rant. "You didn't understand, and yet, you were able to die in peace, and go on, while I stay here and watch your family grow and forget you. I will be forgotten and I look forward to that, maybe I may even get a chance to finally forgive myself for freezing when I could have sacrificed myself so you could live… but no, I am here alive and you are dead. Why, oh why did I freeze?"
The Ninetales only looked around him the sun was setting and he could hear the foot falls of the night watchman. He looks one last time at the headstone and muttered something before leaving. "Sleep well master, I will see you again someday." He bounds away and underneath the rusting metal fence and into the slowly vanishing woods next to the small cemetery.
The night watch man was shining his flashlight around the cemetery, which was covered with snow when he found one brushed free of snow, right away he looks around and all he sees are tracks of some kind of Pokemon, he looks at the ground and realized that one, it was a fire type, and two, it was not that large, most likely a medium sized creature.
"Who visited you tonight?" He bends down and only freezes before quickly moves away looking around and watching where he stepped, not wanting to be turned into some Pokemon. The date was from a person who died one hundred years ago.
The Ninetales watched as the Night Watchman continue on his rounds but with more caution then before. "That's right, be more careful, and respect those sleeping." He then slips like a shadow further into the woods and his den, he knew that his kind were being more and more hunted, and humans closer to finding their nesting grounds, but he felt that he would be safe for now.