This story is a passtime to keep me sane, I don't care about your grammar complaints or anything else like that, if you don't like it, don't read it

Seul

In the forest during the day, it is a pleasant walk along the miles of snaking dirt paths and winding cobblestone paths. The area was a rainy area, many days and nights were spent by many huddling in dens or trees that they called home. Pokemon that lived in the forest were not as lucky as the pokemon at the ends of the cobblestone roads. The forest dwellers would peer through the bushes onto the larger roads and see pokemon trot down the road with bandanas, ribbons, bags, hats, umbrellas, and all other sorts of accessories and luxuries that the "primals," as they were called. Most of the pokemon in the forest have never seen what was at the ends of the roads, and even more never dared to find out.

That's where I lived, in the hills and trees and valleys between the winding, snake-like roads that connected the towns of pokemon. As far as I knew the inbetweeners were not prohibited from entering the towns and cities that were built up at the ends of the roads. I always kept to myself in the forests. I liked my piece and quiet in the forest, I was alone and I liked it that way. I had lived in a small den alone for as long as I was willing to remember. I had been there since I was a small eevee child, and I stayed there once I evolved into an Umbreon.

The forest was my home, and I did not question my place there. I knew that my area of the woods was mine and no one else's, and others in the forest knew it just as well as I did. Others did not approach me and knew to stay off my land. I was not ruthless, I wouldn't just attack every single poor defenceless pokemon that roamed into my area, mostly I just asked them politely to leave. Others were more stubborn…

Being an umbreon, I was of course nocturnal and spent my days sleeping away in my den in the center of my area of the woods. I took to foraging for food at night by the light of the moon, and by the time I found an adequate amount of food and ate, the sun was rising. It was the same routine every night and the nights were I found enough food to last several nights I would spend patrolling my land, making sure there were no traces of others trespassing.

Sometimes, larger pokemon would appear at the entrance of my den and challenge me to a fight, usually to the death, for my small neck of the woods. Needless to say I've never lost one of these battles, and when the battles do come down to life or death, I was not afraid to defend my way of life. These rare occasions would usually lead to giving me a large surplus of extra meat I could eat for a few days. Living out in the woods meant that eating meat was not as taboo as it was at the ends of the roads, food is food.

On this particular night, it had been raining all day and the moon was partially covered by dissipating layer of clouds. It was a full moon that night and I had just came across a rather large stockpile of berries the previous night, and I was on the prowl for trespassers. It was a bright night outside and I could see the yellow glow of my rings pulsating on the ground around me, even in the bright light of the full moon. I felt invigorated in the moonlight, it was like the very light itself was seeping into me, charging me with pure, unbridaled vigor. I was walking with my snout pointed at the muddy ground, searching for anything that could lead me to believe that any pokemon besides me was lurking around in the dark.

I had been searching for hours and, thanks to the moonlight, my joints that had would of felt like they would of snapped in half were still going strong. It had been around six hours of me walking around aimlessly before I began to give up for the night. Even with the moon's power my neck was getting stiff from staring at the mud for so long. That's why I liked this area I lived in, the heavy annual rainfall left the dirt a soup of rainwater and fresh topsoil, it was simple to find footprints that were not mine in the sticky mud that layered the Earth.

I was about to give in and turn back to my den for the night, when I stepped on a bit of unlevel ground and nearly fell over. I came snout to ground with a pawprint in the mud. It looked like my own pawprints, but something wrong. I sniffed it for any hint of fowl play, but nothing seemed out of whack. Most other pokemon would of given up then and there, but I knew this area like the back of my paw, and I knew that I hadn't wandered past here just yet. I lifted up my own mud encrusted paw and sat it in the print. The print was slightly bigger, maybe only by a half inch, but it was bigger, and the worst part was that all of the toes were pointing directly toward my den.

I crouched down slightly and crept through the underbrush towards my small den. It was but a small hole in the side of a hill, but it was home to me. I was getting antsy as I crept ever closer to my home, I knew that there very well could be some sort of dangerous pokemon waiting in my den for me to get back there. I had to approach carefully, and quietly.

That's when I heard it, a very, very soft sound, almost inaudible from where I was. The sound was coming from the direction of my den, and seeing as I couldn't quite make it out, I picked up my pace, anticipating I might be hearing a howl or a scream for help. But, as I got closer I could make out the sound more and more. It was singing. It sounded soft and calm, a higher tone song. There were no words to this song, it was not quite a hum either. It was almost hypnotic, the soft melody rising to higher tones, then back down harmoniously.

I ducked almost to the point that my stomach was dragging through the mud as I krept up to the hill my den was imbedded in. I was ready to face some sort of dangerous pokemon, but at the same time I was anticipating finding just some lost travelers who had wandered off the roads a few hundred yards away.

I arrived at my den and stood, stooped in a bush a few feet from the entrance. I was scanning the area carefully, listening to the enchanting singing that I heard, it sounded to be coming from the direction of my den, but at the same time did not seem to be resonating from inside of it. I had hoped that whoever was here had not found my den and was just close to it.

I looked up slightly and noticed something, the moon was covered in the clouds, but as the light breeze carried them away a silhouette became visible against the bright full moon. I couldn't quite make the pokemon out from where I was, the shape told me it was a quadruped like myself, and I saw something hanging from the sides of its head. Its ears were long and pointed up toward the sky, the shape of large diamonds. It was swaying from side to side, its head reaching the peek of the arch as it reached the higher notes of its one-pokemon symphony. The things hanging from the sides of its head swung from side to side in time with its slight swaying. It was staring at the moon, perched upon the hill, without a care in the world, singing a made-up song softly to itself.

I emerged from my hiding place in the bush and very, very slowly padded over to the entrance of my Den and looked up at the other pokemon. I still could not make out what type of pokemon it was, but all the same I wanted it off my land. The only question was how to get its attention without causing panic.

My question was answered for me as buried in the mud in front of my den was a stick I failed to see. I stepped on it with a resounding snap. The mysterious pokemon fell silent and turned to look my direction for a second before darting off into the underbrush. I sighed at my lack of perception as I retreated back into my den for the night. I wasn't worried about the pokemon I saw, if it ran at the snap of a stick it most likely was no real danger to me.

My den was a small sphere of dirt dug into a steep hill near the center of my land. It was mostly empty except for a few bones from past challengers and a pile of berries opposite of the entrance which was just a small hole in essence, just large enough for me to duck through with ease.

I looked over my shoulder and saw that by now the black sky was matching my fur less and less. That meant to me that is was nearing the end of the night and it was time for me to head to sleep. Without the moonlight to invigorate me I could feel the fatigue and soreness from the night creeping over me in a wave. My legs were heavy as I trudged over to the center of the den and laid myself slowly. I brought my legs in and curled up in a little black and yellow ball. My eyelids were becoming increasingly heavy and eventually I drifted off to sleep.

10 hours later…

I swear I could hear that infernal music in my nightmares before I woke up, that same melody echoing all around my den. I could tell it was exactly the same song because of the slow peacefulness too it, the same tones, and the same silhouette from last night flashing into memory in the back of my head. I arose and without even stretching padded straight outside.

The sunlight stung against my untrained eyes. Having not seen the sun since I was a kit, maybe 5 years ago, possibly more, it was like someone was trying to claw my eyes out. I blinked a few times and looked upward to the top of my hill to see the same silhouette against the blazing afternoon sun. I damned my eyes for not being used to the sun as I stumbled forward up the steep incline.

I made it about half way up before I realized my mistake, the mud from the previous night had not yet completely dried and the entire hill was covered in it. Almost as soon as I realized this the ground shifted below my paws and I was sent tumbling down the hill. Half a second later I landed 15 feet below me in a thorn bush.

I could feel the searing pain from the jagger bushes and yelped out in pain. I looked up through teary eyes to see the mysterious silhouette was gone. I damned myself as I pulled myself from the prickly vines and licked the small droplets of blood from my back and sides, spitting the blood on the ground, I hated the taste of blood.

I looked up to the top of my hill as I pulled a thorn from my paw with my teeth. I knew that pokemon couldn't of gotten far, I could go after it. But no, that was a stupid idea, I was bleeding and could hardly see 10 feet in front of me in this light.

I decided it would be best to wait until night time to go out searching. I headed back inside limping a bit from landing awkwardly on my hind leg. Once I got back inside for the day I flopped over on my side, my eyes burning from the sun outside. Once they finally stopped searing I sighed and began formulating a plan for that night. I needed to keep that pokemon from coming back here, and I needed to be able to either scare them off or talk to them, or both, without them bolting.

My head was hurting at this point so I decided to just grunt and pass out, it had been maybe fifteen minutes outside during the day and I felt like I had been working for hours.