Bad Wolf
Wassup? Welcome to my first pokemon story. So I hope you all enjoy, but I may change the title later. Now then, I do not own pokemon. Now please read, review, and enjoy!
It was cold and icy morning in the mountains of the kanto region. A wolf like pokemon was resting on the cold, hard ground, her two tails wrapped around her body. She had short black fur all along her body. A mane of platinum fur started at just above her brow and went the length of her back. A small patch on her eyes and the tips of her tails were the same color as her mane.
With a yawn she rose to her feet and proceeded to search for food. It had gotten harder to find anything in these winter months, she wondered about, her eyes searching carefully for anything. That's when she caught sight of a small amount of green hidden among the rocks. Quickly and quietly she rushed over, keeping an eye out for any threats. Content that there was nothing that could harm her she bent down and sniffed the plant. The plant had only a few sparse fruits scattered among it, it wasn't much, but it would have to do. With a sound comparable to a sigh she quickly picked the plant clean, enjoying the sweet flavor of the fruits.
Her ears perked up at the sound of crunching stone, something was coming, something big. She turned to see an onix approaching fast. She snarled, her mane became jagged and spikey. She quickly fired an ice beam at the onix, but it whipped it's tail around and deflected the beam. She leaped into the air as the onix swung it's tail at her, narrowly avoiding the powerful attack. The moment she landed she was gone, moving with incredible speed. The Onix shifted around, trying to find where she had gone. It's search was quickly ended when she suddenly appeared off to its right, with the same incredible speed she slashed it cross its body. As she fell towards the ground she fired a shadow ball into its head, knocking it into the mountainside. With a growl her mane became even sharper, an icy blizzard now rolling off of her. Soon the Onix was encased in ice and snow, as it would be for some time after she left.
With the same sigh from before she turned and left, her mane settling back down as she went. She made her way over to a single peak, settling down she looked down upon pallet town, watching the movement of the townsfolk far below. She stayed there for only short while before she started moving again. For that was her nature, never stay in one place for too long. Always move, move fast, strike fast, that was her way, the way of her race. Thus is the nature of the Zerron.
And thus concludes chapter one of my new story. I know it was short, but I swear the chapters will get longer as time goes on. So please review, and tune in next time to meet a young pokemon trainer named Eve. So until next time everybody!