Wandering through the dark forest, the Umbreon had arrived at a small, rocky cliff. The air was cool and the bone-white moon cast a faint glow across the land. The leaves in the trees rustled in the chilling nighttime breeze.
The Umbreon's name was Desmond. He was young, and known to be quiet around the forest. His silence seemed to cast a fearful aura around him. The baby Pokemon were scared of him, and believed him to be some kind of monster, simply because of his love of the night.
He mutely scanned the trees in front of him, showing no sign of emotion on his face. An average Pokemon would have thought he was hunting, when he was simply enjoying the view. After a moment, his eye caught a bright turquoise shape beneath him. His gaze lowered to the base of the cliff, and he could recognize the feline shape walking alongside the rocks below.
It was a Glaceon, its long tufts swinging as it walked through the forest at a slow, uneasy pace. Desmond knew the Glaceon as Alia. She was young and cheerful, and came from a family of Eons different than the Umbreon's. She treated everyone with the same thoughtful kindness, including Desmond.
Desmond watched her for a moment from his viewpoint. He really admired her. She had a bright personality with looks to match. Having her on his mind like this made his heart numb. Now that he thought about it, he did admire her more than any other Pokemon in the forest. An unsettling, gloomy thought followed. Who did she like?
Despite his efforts to repel the thought from his head, he came up with a somber answer. She was probably into guys that were playful, energetic, and had a caring personality. The first person to come to mind that fit his description was this Quilava that Desmond was not particularly fond of. But really, it wasn't like she was into guys that lurked only in the shadows and kept to themselves all the time. She still liked him however. He was sure of that.
He called down to Alia, in a gentle voice. "Hey Alia." The Glaceon looked up to see an Umbreon atop the cliff. If it wasn't for his glowing yellow rings, she would not have seen him. "Hi Dezzy," she called back, a bright smile on her face that warmed Desmond's heart, despite it being somewhat far away.
Desmond took a step back and leaped down the cliff, jumping from rock to rock before impressively landing close to Alia. He smiled at her, which contradicted the rumors of him being an emotionless beast of the night. Alia knew better than to believe such rubbish about Desmond. "You're out late," he said with curiosity in his low, somewhat rough-sounding voice.
Alia giggled. "Oh I was just heading back home after a fun night with my friends." The Umbreon walked alongside her and offered to walk her home. "These woods can be a little scary at night. Do you mind if I walk you home?" She nodded, a lively smile on her face as she trailed alongside the Umbreon.
"Hehe, I wouldn't mind. It would lower my chances of getting lost." A smile stuck on Desmond's face for a long moment as the two trailed through the dark woods. For once he was depended on, and it felt much better than being feared by a longshot. What Desmond had failed to mention was that the woods were dangerous at night. Fierce Pokemon lurked around in the shadows, and seeing them was impossible at this time of night. Desmond and Alia roamed through the woods, unaware of the danger soon to follow.