A/N: Written for the Indigo League Challenge (Route 2) and for the Mega Prompts Challenge (writing prompts, 7 – write a 200 word drabble) at the PFC. A little Kirlia centric piece. :D Enjoy
Dancer
I live to dance, not fight. Coals burn my feet and I let them; I must, because I am caught now, a prisoner in the ring fighting for every breath of life with a collar around my neck.
Other Pokemon may enjoy the fighting – the adrenaline, the sport. Not me; dance is my life: dancing in the forests, with the breeze. But that time is over now; I am no longer free and wild, but caught and tamed. And so I must fight, fight in order to come away with my body. Fight so I can be fed, and well cared for.
But I have my pride as a dancer still; I make my fighting a dance, and the blistering feet is a small price to pay to be able to continue that. I don't blast the ground; the ground is my dancing platform, my one support. Instead I endure it, and it is the air and all it carries that is blasted out of my way.
I do not enjoy fighting but I have become good at it, good at melding it into my dance, good at making it my dance. I have had to…to live in this world.