It was a brisk, chilly day, the type of day when no amount of sunshine could defeat the piercing, bone chilling atmosphere. Avery preferred it this way, he grew up in the cold, it had nurtured him, cared for him, and he had grown to love the bitter winds of Maria's Island.
Avery was tall for his age, well educated and had a primarily athletic build. His messy hair never seemed to be cared for and his periwinkle grey eyes were hidden the majority of the time by aviator style reflective sunglasses. His outfit consisted of an olive colored trench coat, which was often left unbuttoned and faded jeans, as well as jet black combat boots, which generally made him look youthfully rebellious.
He was preparing to leave, to where, he wasn't sure. Most people began their journeys with foolish dreams to be come a " Pokemon Master " he simply wanted to explore, see the world, he would examine Pokemon along the way, but otherwise refrain from any form of interaction with them, he wasn't bringing much, food, clothes, water, a tent and fire starting supplies, the utter basics. His only companion would be a furret he had had since he was a child.
Honestly, he didn't know what to do, he would be on his own after this, traveling away from the main roads and towards the unused forest trails. Leaving home for the first time was never an easy experience.
It was early morning, around 5 A.M, and no one in the household was awake. Silently, he went to awaken furret, much to his dismay, the weasel-like pokemon was uncooperative and began to chitter quietly before falling back to sleep. Carefully, he began to attempt to pick up the pokemon and carry it with him, which proved to be more successful than his previous attempt.
As he approached the front door of his home, his stomach turned sour as he slowly opened the door, suddenly the cold was no longer appealing as it had been before.
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Will-O-The-Wisps