DISCLAIMER: I actually got this story idea from Jackie. It kind of goes along the lines of his story. I COULDN'T HELP BUT MAKE MY OWN!!! Give me a break, flamers!
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So Cold, Yet So Warm
Cold (adj.): 1. of a temperature significantly or noticeably lower than comfortable.
This definition came directly to mind, as I climbed across the slick, frostbound rocks of the mountain. The icy wind was nibbling at my bare skin, and the garments I was wearing were not offering much protection. The storm had been as sudden as a slap in the face from a best friend. I blew into my gloves and trudged on.
2. without the proper heat or warmth.
There was actually no word that could possibly describe the temperature of the air around me. Maybe… wintry? Inclement? Penetrating. That's what this air could be called: penetrating. I was losing the feeling in my arms, which were covered by a thin layer of clothing. The rest of my clothes were lacerated long ago by a rouge sneasel. I thought I already had frostnip; My feet were numb and unfeeling whenever I would take a step. Just as I was thinking that things had to brighten up, I looked up into the sky and saw something that petrified me with fear.
Gliding above my head was Articuno.(1) I stared dumbfounded into his eyes. They were (expectantly) filled with sorrow. My actions were taken over by pure terror. I dashed as fast as I could through the drifts of snow. Suddenly, I tripped and fell down a small crag. I felt more of my clothing being torn away from my skin. I felt a lukewarm liquid run down my face. I cringed as I noticed my head was bleeding.
3. dead.
Dead. That was probably the best definition right now. I was stranded in a mountain, with no one else around for miles. No one even knew where I was. I tried to get up, but found myself immobile. I heard a cry in the distance. The sound made my head felt like it would split in half.
I slowly drifted in and out of consciousness. I noticed a large figure moving towards me. I groaned with the little strength I had left. I did not want to die this way, with some strange figure coming to finish me. I wanted warmth, I wanted peace. I started to cry as the figure slowly approached. I raised my head as high as I could. I could not believe what I saw.
A large, graceful water-type pokémon was standing before me. I felt a knot in my stomach when I realized who it was: Suicune. It stood elegantly, full of pride. I wasn't sure, but I thought it looked… sympathetic. That was my last thought before I lost consciousness.
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I was surprised when I finally awoke. I could not believe I was still alive. That was when I realized I had the feeling back in my arms and legs. I tried to open my eyes, but my eyelids felt incredibly cumbersome. After basking in the satisfaction of my survival, I started to wonder where I was. With this thought, I was jolted back to reality. I noticed a warm sensation enveloping me. I tried with all of my strength to open my eyes. I saw a sliver of light. When I finally pried open my eyelids, I felt the headache return. But then I saw something I never thought I would see.
I was in a cave. And I had been sleeping on Suicune's soft chest. I could feel his rhythmic breathing through my body. It was relaxing. I just rested there for a while, letting the warmth flow through me. Eventually, I tried to get up. When I stood, I felt a blast of icy wind rush throught the cave. I trembled in the cold, and laid back down. It felt like the wind had frozen my brain. I snuggled closer to the creature, feeling the warming sensation return. I realized I had been lucky to survive the day. I owed my life to this pokémon. With that thought, I drifted back to sleep.
Suicune: Legendary Beast which embodies the compassion of a pure spring of water.
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(1) If you don't know what that signifies, you don't deserve to read my stories.
In relation to this, I will say now that anyone who reads my stories must have an intermediate knowledge of Pokémon.
I've done better. R&R, or I will find you. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.