Author's Notes: Guizel "Hello. I write this to express this great deal of pain I feel at the lost of Mustard. In the hopes to use this as way to come to terms with his passing." Lumbreon "Please Read and most importantly review. Show Guizel some support, I can only do so much for him. He all needs us to get through this. Please enjoy."
Izel's P.O.V.
Slowly I rub the stick between my paws as I sit, focused on the little mound of twigs that stuck out of the top. It rotates clockwise then counter clockwise, bark, moss, and mud staining my fore paw's pads as it increases in speed. The stains giving me more grip. The faint smell of smoke catches in my throat as a thin tendril drifts up from the wood pile carried on the night's cold air. It was almost completely over powered by the aromas of nature around me; trees, moss, earth, the night mountain air, and my damp fur. I figured my fur would be damp from the light rain this morning, but the overgrow I was under hid them well. A fire would soon be roaring I told myself, ignoring the cold chill of the mountain's nightly air.
A water Pokemon like myself is good with the cold, but even I feel numb. The moon had reached it's zenith when this clearing had come into view and that had almost an hour ago. The temperature had dropped fast. The cold air under my thick water proof fur felt like a thousand needles to me it must be worse for Neos. The clatter of his fangs sent a pang of worry through out my body. A cold shiver that had nothing to do with the weather. I look at him smiling for reassurance as I look him over looking for signs of failing health. Even with his bushy rose coloured fur, which danced like a million tentacles in the wind. I could see he felt the cold badly. His ears usually proud and erect lay limp down his neck as he shivers violently and constantly.
His tail lay rigid beneath him I didn't need to see it I knew it was there. Using what is left of his body heat to stop from losing it. His head rests a top of his out stretched paws, muzzle pointing slightly to the left covering that paw to the claws. This way his face was out of the wind, but he could stretch out by the fire. If I could light it. The thick grass I had removed to make camp and to stop the fire spreading was evenly spread beneath him. An uncomfortable bed I guess by the way he involuntarily moved about, trying to get comfortable. He sniffles a couple of times nose running from the cold but he doesn't move when that fails he hides the pain or at least tries to. I frown worriedly his eyes closed shut tightly he misses my smile he isn't doing well.
Focusing my attention back on the sticks I double my efforts twisting stronger, faster. Eventually after a few splutters I added some dry grass and a little effort the fire roared, more Sticks, larger keep the fire strong as I sit back. Warm heat plastered the front of my body I ignore the cold against my back. Neos's right flank was facing the fire and after a few tense minutes he stopped shivering, violently at least. The wind blew over the fire at Neos, warming him greatly but only his right flank. Watching where I put my paws I lay down beside Neos on his left flank pushing tightly against his body. I place my muzzle against his and my paw around him pulled him closer. I lick at his muzzle he winces slightly, but he smiles as my tongue passed over the wound on his nose. I held back the tears as I speak. "Sleep my love all will be well come the morning." As he falls asleep the tears fall no longer able to hold them back. The poison I know had reached his heart, his body was cooling and his muscles relaxing he didn't have long. By the time crying tired me out and I collapsed into unconsciousness Neos was already dead, a smile on his lips from my kiss.