Meager Beginnings
A Friendship Made
A runty, unruly-furred creature with a long body striped with two shades of brown skittered through the grass, occasionally pausing to let a small black button nose twitch, taking in the fascinating scents of the field. A small brown-and-white bird flitted past. The young Zigzagoon squealed with excitement and chased after the diminishing flying figure, but the Pidgey quickly fluttered away, paying little to no heed to the youngling.
The restless Zigzagoon sat for a moment, tail flicking and making loud rustlings in the lush green ocean of grass, then an even louder rustle began, slower but steadier. The young creature's eyes widened with fear as it darted behind a tree, shaking as it hid in terror.
A female human child of no older than eight skipped through the grass, smiling and whistling cheerfully to herself. She had no Trainer equipment, but her lavender shirt had a Skitty on it and she wore blue denim shorts. She stopped abruptly and stood perfectly still and quiet- at least to her, although the nearby hiding Pokèmon could still hear her breath and the movement of the grass as she rocked slightly back and forth. She got down to her hands and knees and crawled through the scratchy grass as if looking for something.
The Zigzagoon, young and inexperienced, cowered closer to the tree, eyes shut tight as the girl came closer, clucking as if calling to it. Suddenly the young and cheerful face appeared around the trunk, beaming. "HI!"
The Zigzagoon let out a shrill squeak and ran out of instinct, but as he had not turned out of instinct he merely ran into the tree, but was not too badly hurt because he was so close in the first place.
"Wass wrong?" the girl asked, reaching a hand out to it. The creature snapped and she screamed shortly, jerking her hand away. "Why'd ya try to bite me? That wasn't very nice."
The Zigzagoon's fear was slowly subsiding. This girl didn't seem to mean him any harm, but it continued to watch her cautiously, motionless.
"Can I pet you? Didja nip at me 'coz you want me to ask first?" She stuck her hand out boldly but stopped halfway to the ruffled Pokèmon. It took a small, cautious step forward. She reached out and ruffled the fur on his neck. The Zigzagoon seemed to be considering this action, then suddenly ran forward and rubbed affectionately against the girl.
From then on, they would be inseparable.
A Friendship Made
A runty, unruly-furred creature with a long body striped with two shades of brown skittered through the grass, occasionally pausing to let a small black button nose twitch, taking in the fascinating scents of the field. A small brown-and-white bird flitted past. The young Zigzagoon squealed with excitement and chased after the diminishing flying figure, but the Pidgey quickly fluttered away, paying little to no heed to the youngling.
The restless Zigzagoon sat for a moment, tail flicking and making loud rustlings in the lush green ocean of grass, then an even louder rustle began, slower but steadier. The young creature's eyes widened with fear as it darted behind a tree, shaking as it hid in terror.
A female human child of no older than eight skipped through the grass, smiling and whistling cheerfully to herself. She had no Trainer equipment, but her lavender shirt had a Skitty on it and she wore blue denim shorts. She stopped abruptly and stood perfectly still and quiet- at least to her, although the nearby hiding Pokèmon could still hear her breath and the movement of the grass as she rocked slightly back and forth. She got down to her hands and knees and crawled through the scratchy grass as if looking for something.
The Zigzagoon, young and inexperienced, cowered closer to the tree, eyes shut tight as the girl came closer, clucking as if calling to it. Suddenly the young and cheerful face appeared around the trunk, beaming. "HI!"
The Zigzagoon let out a shrill squeak and ran out of instinct, but as he had not turned out of instinct he merely ran into the tree, but was not too badly hurt because he was so close in the first place.
"Wass wrong?" the girl asked, reaching a hand out to it. The creature snapped and she screamed shortly, jerking her hand away. "Why'd ya try to bite me? That wasn't very nice."
The Zigzagoon's fear was slowly subsiding. This girl didn't seem to mean him any harm, but it continued to watch her cautiously, motionless.
"Can I pet you? Didja nip at me 'coz you want me to ask first?" She stuck her hand out boldly but stopped halfway to the ruffled Pokèmon. It took a small, cautious step forward. She reached out and ruffled the fur on his neck. The Zigzagoon seemed to be considering this action, then suddenly ran forward and rubbed affectionately against the girl.
From then on, they would be inseparable.