for those that don't know a skulk is a group of foxes, similar to a herd of cows
btw this Eevee is the one from my other story (Roark's Tale)
i don't own anything related to pokemon but i own my brain
Why am I different?
Why do people hate me?
Just because I look different doesn't make me a lesser, I'm equal to them.
My life has been a harsh one. Since my birth, I have been looked upon as a freak. My father blamed himself my mother blamed my father. I blamed neither of them.
Growing up I was taunted and attacked by the other kids, I was dubbed "The Target." The parents would look the other way if not encourage him, my mother included.
Once I was old enough to fend for myself, I was forced to leave my skulk, my group, my family.
When I left, they had a party, a celebration that the freak was no longer with them.
How would I treat someone that was different if I were normal? I traveled thinking about my skulk; I couldn't see how they could be so cruel.
When a human saw me, he attacked, he did not want to lose so sent out 3 Pokemon. I barely made it away. Every human after that one chased me just the same.
Days of running and hiding; hiding and running. I hardly ate and rarly drank.
After awhile I had found a stream, I decided to try my chances and get something to drink. It had been so long. I needed a rest.
I had made a mistake. I had thought that I was alone; I had not seen the group of young humans that were behind the trees. They had seen me though.
They threw rocks at me and chased me. Some threw poke balls, their aim was bad, and I was able to dodge the poke balls but not all of the rocks.
They had chased me into another clearing similar to the one with the stream, only this one had a human home. One of the rocks had hit me, I needed to rest, I ran straight into the home.
I expected to continue being chased by the young humans, but I was not. I fainted out of exhaustion.
When I came to, there was food and water in front of me. It disappeared not a second later. There was also a human there as well; he didn't get up from his seat.
"So any idea why they were chasing you?" the human asked.
"Leave me alone!!" I screamed, knowing full well that humans couldn't understand me.
"Ok then, I have to try and get those kids to stop ruining my garden anyways."
He had understood me… I had never heard of a human that could understand my kind at least not as easily as he had. Most of the stories I had heard of from the Pokemon I had met were that humans could rarely understand them and even if they could it was only because they had spent so much time together, even then most of it was guesswork.
Time passed and he never once tried to attack me. He could have; his Mawile looked strong and he and I both knew that I could not defend myself. I was too weak from running lack of water and sustenance.
He came in one day and told me that he would soon be leaving to travel through the Sinnoh region and that I was free to go since I was now healthy. I did not want to have to run anymore, so I jumped into a spare poke ball that was lying around. It felt almost a relief to not struggle against the transition of turning into energy.
Once I was pure energy in the poke ball I slept. For how long I do not know. I do know that I have found a place where I would not be shunned or have to run.
yes it seems sad but if you think about it actually seeing a "shiny" is very rare (a 1 in 8192 chance in the video games) but the "shiny" Eevee has a grey color scheme rather then a brown color. I figure that with such rarity some groups might not know that nothing is wrong with said alternate colored Pokemon. Humans on the other hand would probably know what a shiny is.