Author notes: Hiya! Tis Aurora Wolf here! I hope you guys like my story. 'Tis my first... Well, my first that I'm actually uploading. Now, bear with me here, for I'm not good at... well, doing anything on time. So it might take me a while to update. But please reveiw! Reveiws motivate me!

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon in any way, form, or fashion. I only own this story and the characters and plots within it.

Prologue

The pokemon world, a world in which kids leave on a pokemon journey. A journey where they capture and train creatures known as pokemon, creatures with powers to control such elements as ice and fire, water and earth, air and electricity. Nearly anything you can think of.

However, the world could not go untroubled for long. Team Rocket, the evil organization meant to steal pokemon from people and make them their personal slaves and rule the world and all things in it, attempted... well, what was just said. However, even they did not know the extent to what they could do.

Just what did they do? Well, they changed pokemon. They had attempted to create the ultimate pokemon, another experiment like that of Mewtwo. Only it didn't get that far, they never created it. Instead, they let go a virus amongst the pokemon. An incurable virus. A virus much different from that of your every-day pokerus.

Now, pokemon were not changed largely, it's not like they started going rabid and killing people. No. See, it didn't even affect all pokemon, only about a third of the population. The changes varied much, from abilities to color. Some pokemon, such as say a umbreon, have added types. Rather than being dark, they could be dark/fire like a houndoom. Or a houndoom could be dark/grass rather than dark/fire. Some pokemon were just changed in color. An electabuzz could be red with black stripes, or just about any other color.

But sadly, humans did not see the good in this difference. Many of the human population are terrified of these mutated Pokemon. They treat them and any who train them horribly, even going as far as murdering the ones they see in the wild. But of coarse, they don't call it murder. For humans always have a way to make such horrid things sound better, to disguise the evil they have done.

Now, nearly a decade after this change and Team Rockets downfall shortly after their experiment gone awry, there are a few trainers fascinated by these odd pokemon. One of which is a young girl, known as Lily Yuri.

Lily grinned as she happily walked, her only pokemon by her side, an ever-loyal female growlithe pup. The puppy, is of coarse one of those affected by the virus. Her fur, rather than being orange and black, is white and black. Around her neck was a multi-color collar with a silver bell on it.

Her ears perked as she stared straight ahead, before rushing off into the undergrowth of the forest.

"Siberia? H-Hey! Wait up!" The girl called after her Pokemon before rushing off after the canine pokemon. When the dog finally stopped, the girl got a good look at what had been troubling her precious growlithe.

"Awesome! He's just like you!" She grinned happily as she gazed at the poochyena in front of Siberia. The poochyena looked normal, only down his back was a blue stripe. On his upper right arm was a large scar. instead of yellow and red eyes, his eyes were icy blue.

The poochyena stood there, unalarmed by the growling growlithe crouched in a pouncing position in front of him. He seemed to stand above her, as if she were a mere servant. He merely raised and eyebrow and snorted slightly. Siberia narrowed her eyes.

"Aren't you scared?" The poochyena barked several times, which actually sounded much like laughter.

"Me? Scared of you? You have to be kidding." She snarled at him.

"Than fight me! I'll prove to be something to be scared of!" The poochyena regarded her carefully. though he generally didn't care for trainer pokemon, they always were a hassle to him with they're constant... peppyness. Yes. They thought they could do anything, and that was just plain annoying to him."Hurry up! It's just a simple yes or no answer!" Siberia continued on. Why wouldn't he fight her? Did he really think he was stronger than she? How would that be possible? She was a trainer pokemon! Trainer pokemon were always stronger than those in the wild. Or at least, that's what Siberia heard from humans.

"I will consider. But first, I would like to know your name. It would not be an honorable fight, if I did not at least know your name." The poochyena's eyes seemed to bore into hers, those eery icy blue eyes. She shook her head angrily.

"No! I refuse to! Why would I tell my name to a wild Pokemon?" Siberia snarled, her fur bristling on her back. What was it with this poochyena? He seemed... weird. Different, almost, from most poochyena. It wasn't just the fact that he had the virus that plagues many of they're kind, but... Well, most poochyena would not be willing to fight. And most of what she had met had not been quite so... honorable.

"C'mon Siberia! Psyche him out!" Siberia growled lightly under her breath. There went not telling this rogue poochyena her name. She loved Lily more than anything, but now wasn't the time to be so... well, happy.

"Siberia, eh? You may call me Wolf." Wolf bowed his head in what seemed like some kind of greeting or other, "Now, you wanted a fight, did you not? Well, it shall be a fight you get!"

Before Siberia knew what was happening, Wolf was upon her within the blink of an eye. Or perhaps it just seemed that way, Siberia didn't know. He seemed to slide right up in front of her and grabbed her paw in his jaws, his sharp teeth hurting her paw. She yelped in pain from the bite attack, writhing and attempting to get away from the pain. She hardly noticed when Wolf had let go and leapt away. His narrowed eyes were once again focused on her.

"You should not get into a fight, if you cannot take the pain, pup." He growled. He turned around swiftly and ran through the undergrowth. Siberia seemed transfixed to the spot. She glances down at he paw, and saw the deep cut, blood slowly falling down to land on the soft ground. She looked back up at where Wolf had ran through. Despite Lily's calls not to follow, she did. She had no idea why she was following this poochyena, but she was. She wanted to finish this fight!

"Wait!" Siberia ran, limping only slightly from the almost forgotten pain in her paw. She wasn't sure if Wolf heard her, but where ever he was, she would find him! "I'm gonna finish our fight! I will!"

It was than that she tumbled to the ground, something having fallen on her. Her ear was suddenly grasped in someone's mouth, teeth scraping painfully on it. She yelped slightly, attempting not to let her weakness be heard.

"Never let your guard down, pup. It'll only be your downfall." She knew that voice! the weight was lifted from her back as he trotted away from her. She growled. He was toying with her, wasn't he? He was not showing her his true power...

She felt the fire welling up within her mouth, and before she knew what she had done, she opened her mouth and sent a torrent of fire at Wolf. She shut her eyes at the bright fire. She had never made a flame thrower that large before! Her ears perked at the hissing sound of quickly melting ice. When she opened her eyes, the surrounding area was full of mist, obviously from whatever had made that noise.

A shadow was walking through the mist, stepping over a small, tiny, flicker of flame that was left on a single leaf. When the shadow became clear to her eyes, she noticed it was Wolf. That same eery poochyena that kept on beating her. And what was she doing? Walking right into his attacks.

"A dishonorable attack. That was what that was. Attacking when the opponent had his back turned, walking away from the fight. That disappoints me, for you did have great potential. But I'm afraid I don't think you'll ever get any stronger, or at least, not hanging around a damn human like you are. If you ever get rid of that human, seek me out. Perhaps I may be able to help you out, make you stronger."

With that, he turned yet again, stepping on the small flame that had been on the leaf. Putting the small fire out instantly. He continued forward, leaving Siberia's sight as well. But for some reason, the memory of his being troubled her. Those calm, eery icy blue eyes...

She heard Lily as she ran through the fauna loudly, hugging Siberia close to her. But Siberia hardly noticed. Something was troubling her... as if something were about to happen. Perhaps meeting this poochyena were a sign of what was to come?

But alas, we shall not know. For Siberia is not the main protagonist in this story, Wolf is.