As I rose to my feet I glanced across to my family, huddled in the corner of the cove, struggling to keep warm. As the son of a Luxray and Eevee, I had been born with naturally thick fur. The only thing that was a little annoying was being penalized for having the same color fur as my mother, and being a Shinx; I was an odd ball. Sheevee. Eevinx. I won't go on. But anyway, to sum it up my life s-never mind. I want to be normal. But I can't. Not here anyway. So I have to go. To escape this Hell. Maybe find Purgatory.
I slung my pack over my shoulder, silently nudged the door open, and left. Probably for the last time. I didn't plan on returning. If I did, I would only be in more trouble than when I left. Course, my parents would only punish me for making them worry, but still. I had to go. As I turned onto the road that lead to the forest, I hesitated for a moment when I heard the call of a Hoothoot, but continued on, pretending to ignore the presence of the small bird. I didn't show I was really scavenging my surroundings for its plump form; only my eyes fleeted about, jumping to the origin of any sudden noise or movement. Then I saw it's shadow, cross the path and land in front of me. "What do you want," I snarled, careful to keep my voice low.
"Where do you think your going at this hour?" Feathbol said.
I felt my claws slowly retracting into their sockets. "Feathbol, please go! I don't have time, I must leave."
"But why? I mean, what good will it do, your just spe-"
"Don't even go there with me! Do you know what kind of Hell I've had to live in for the entire fifteen years of my sorry little life?!" I spat, claws once again unsheathed. The little owl looked down, small tears beginning to form.
"I don't know how you feel, but I've shared in the sadness of another like you." I blocked out his words. I didn't care. I had to ditch this place. I walked past the hunched figure, who was sniffling dramatically, tears staining his face.
"You'll find him on Mount freeze. He's a white Umbreon." I couldn't take his rant. I sprinted away. Id spent ten years planning for this night, and I wasn't going to let a bal of feathers ruin it for me.