The sun has risen, the sun had set, and then risen again. This was my basic life, aside from the humans intervening. It was about midday and I was laying in a semi-cleared area of the dense and large forest I call home. In my bloodied paws was a black leather boot, and above that was a pale purple pant leg, then above that was the bloody, marked bone in my teeth. The leg had belonged to a human that had tried to capture me, the stupid fool.

I was a treasure in their eyes, a mere possession ranked high in their monetary system, pricing at what my meal had said 'a pretty price of two-billion poké, for the year was 2267 and I was one of the last Luxray on this pitiful planet. What made me even more valuable was that I was female, able to bring my population back. That may be the case, but it's known that once a Luxray, or any form of my evolution, bonds with a human, they become extremely protective of their trainer and make excellent companions. I shake my head at the very thought and go back to gnawing on the limb, even though I was quite full from what used to be the idiot who tried to catch me.

What was he thinking? This is my forest, my forest. I let everyone know who dares to venture close enough to me. I have strategically placed special scratch marks in the bark of the large trees in my area. I have about four square acres of land to hunt in, and I haven't let anyone into my area since I claimed it. I was born in this forest, and I will protect it with my life. I have even received battle scars from the battles, but the only one that shows is the large scar that stretches from my right eyebrow, over my eye, and rested on my cheekbone.

I have made that clear to the humans that try to both capture me and cut down the trees here for their horrific factories. I am, in nature, nameless, but the humans have come to know me as 'Scarlet'. I know of why they call me this; it is the color I paint the ground with their blood when someone comes too close. I have killed humans before, a total of twelve now, and I have been dubbed dangerous, if not deadly. But they still continue to come after me.

I gnaw on the bone for a bit longer before it snaps under my bite. I toss the bone in the bloody mess of what was left of the trainer and begin to lick my paws clean. My ears twitch as I hear yet more footsteps crunch the littered ground. They stop fairly close but I pay them no mind. Any wise person now knows that if you see me, you should run. I don't chase unless you provoke me.

My ears twitch even more and I sigh, putting my near clean paw back onto the ground. Scribbling...and a soft mumbling. The voice belongs to a male, that I was sure of. I glance toward the noise, seeing a young human boy, looking to be about sixteen of age, crouched down in brown clothes with a white board and some sort of stick in his hands. He was busy scribbling while he talked to himself. "Oh wow, I can't believe it's her. Scarlet the Luxray."

I growled and stood, walking over to him. He was too busy drawing to notice until I was right in front of him. The boy paused and looked up, a glint of fear in his eyes. I was about 4'10 when I stood and weighed a solid hundred pounds, and while he crouched, I towered over him. I growled again. He stood up very slowly and put his arms to his sides. He was a few inches taller than me, but I was still able to look him straight in the eyes. I got a good look at his face. His skin was light, light tan from exposure to the sun and his blue eyes reflected my own red ones. His jet black hair was combed out of his face and was cut in the front, leaving it longer in the back. I growled again, more softly this time, telling him to leave.

The artist passed his items to his right hand and slowly reached up with his left. I snarled as his hand got closer, showing off my fangs, which were still stained red from my recent kill. The human seemed to get the hint and started to back away. I let my lips lower and conceal my teeth and turned, then dashed off into a deeper part of the forest.

After the sun had begun to fall I had found my den. It was the broken stump of the largest tree in the forest. It was broken from about fifteen up and the remainder of the hundred-foot-tall tree was to the left. The tree had been brought down by a vigorous storm, and the trunk had been hollowed out by myself. It gave me a large space to sleep and eat in, and I happily entered. My den was near the edge of the forest, could be easily reached by humans, and on the outside of the forest, bordering by about four miles, was the large city of Crest. I went to the back and laid down, drowsy from my meal. I then continued to clean myself until the blood on my muzzle and paws were gone and rather quickly fell into a light nap.

I awoke to another set of scratching noises. I let my eyes adjust and rose my head. I looked outside, seeing it was still somewhat light out. Near the right of my den was that same boy from before. I silently rose as he raised the pad to his face for a better sketch and walked out of sight. I saw him lower the pad and look around, not seeing me. He stood and walked into my den in search, a big mistake.

I pounced and caught him by surprise. I slammed into him, knocking him to the ground. I landed on top of him and extended my claws, placing my right paw on his neck, my left on his kidney. I brought my face within inches of his and growled, deep and menacingly. I was ready to kill him right there, but there was something in his eyes. His blue, soft, inviting eyes. My fierce snarl I had gained softened, but kept my claws at his life points.

He was completely still under my paw, but his breath was hot and quick. He pulled himself together after a few dozen seconds. And began to push me off, or at least he tried. I growled at him when he moved and dug my claws into his skin, not so much as to hurt him, but to give him slight discomfort. "...Easy. girl."

I lifted my head from his in shock. He dared to call me that? Something so simple and...normal? I snarled again and swatted him across the face with the pads of my paw. He made a small noise when I struck him, but otherwise kept quiet. I grunted in anger. He looked back up at me, and my gaze struck fear into his very being. I could tell he thought I was going to rip out his throat. A pleasant thought, but I restrained. His eyes held something, or rather held not, I hadn't seen in ages; a lack of power. He meant me no harm, I could see that.

I leaned in and touched my nose to his, making the boy hold his breath. After a bit I rose from his body, but growled when he tried to move. I circled him and pushed him to a sitting position. He tried to stand and I let him. When he was up, I pushed his back with the flat of my skull toward the entrance of my den. I pushed him outside and he turned to me. I motioned with my head toward the right of my den, towards the city. He gathered his items from the ground and dashed off, having something fall from his pocket. It was a trainer ID, and though it had no registered starting partners, his name was clearly visible. He dashed back, picked it up, then continued on his way back home.

His name I will remember, his scent I shall register, the boy's weakness, nay...kindness, I shall never forget. I called out in my native tongue. "Hear me Colten Grey! Never return, but know that I have spared your life! Begone, and keep your kind out of my forest!" I roared in victory, setting my voice echoing threw the forest, and silencing any other Pokémon that may have been near.