I haven't submitted anything in a while, and this was something I just kind of wrote for fun. It's not the best and not super descriptive, but its short and simple. I was writing it for fun out of boredom, so if you review, please don't flame. If you don't understand this, that's okay. Like I said it was just for fun. It links to something in my head that I may or may not post, just so you know.
Darkrai sighed and headed down the street. IT had been a long night and he was becoming tired. Darkrai looked up at the moon, a small sliver in the sky. Soon the moon would be nothing. Then, he would be able to do his job uninterrupted. Until then, he had to wait and rest, lest Cresselia came and told him off. Darkrai turned into an alleyway, deciding to make his bed there for the night.
Lost...
What could a dark type do? Most people hated dark types, especially himself. Darkrai curled in the corner and fluffed out his fur.
Alone...
How long had it been since he had been on his island anyway? He thought back to when the humans had come, planning to do away with him. They were normally easy enough to scare off, but these humans had come bearing not just pokemon, but weapons of war. Although the humans were weak, their pokemon had been specially trained and their battle weapons were painful, though not deadly, and hard to escape from if hit even once. He had chosen to leave to avoid any trouble.
Isolated...
Where woud he go? It was a question he often asked himself. As of now, he had remained nomadic. However, sleeping on asphalt wasn't too comfortable. Combine that with his own Nightmarish abilities affecting himself, and sleep was something he could only dream of.
Dying...
How long could he survive like this? Even legendaries could die, they were only immune to death by age. They could survive longer than a regular pokemon in a dire situation, but eventually they would be no more. Moving from place to place so often was not easy on one's spirit. Darkrai looked around.
Afraid...
Could he ever admit it? Darkrai heard a noise at the end of the alley way. He froze stiffly, not daring to breath.
Confused...
Who could it be? A small meowth glided down the alley. It sniffed the air, looked around, saw Darkrai, screeched, and scampered away quickly. Darkrai let himself breath.
I am all of these...
Darkrai drifted off to uneasy sleep dreaming of his own death and destruction.
but the time has come...
He was awoken by shouts. He slowly opened his eyes , and looked arround. He was surrounded by people with funny get ups, the real enemy. His time was up, there was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. He bowed his head in grudging submission, and allowed himself to be taken.
Quoth the Nightmare, Nevermore
For Now-
