A/N: This is my first fic so please tell me what you think. I know this first chapter is short but the ones following hopefully won't be.
Disclaimer: I, though I sincerely wish I did, DO NOT own the rights to pokémon nor any of the other titles within the main franchise, such as PMD. I just own my OC's which is sad as they aren't yet worth much!
Anyway, with that said, enjoy the story as it develops...
He knew he was going to die.
He knew it just looking into those dark orbs of malice and that look of almost lustful hatred on his face.
It was the darkest part of the night in the forest near Green Village and the distinctly spooky atmosphere was definitely not helping to inspire confidence in the young pokémon as he stood there facing the most frightening opponent he had ever fought.
They stood facing each other in a small clearing with old thick oak trees all around casting looming shadows over them due to the rising moon. There were distinct lumps of darkness scattered behind the larger of the two with two smaller ones behind the smaller, all of which were moving ever so slightly.
The smaller of the two was an Eevee, a small feline pokémon with long ears, a fluffy ruff around his neck and an equally fluffy tail. He was, though you wouldn't have seen it for the darkness a very dark brown (in fact a much darker brown than most eevee) with the ruff, tail and tips of ears pure white (also not normal). He was barely standing facing a large brutish purple canine pokémon with massive, chipped fangs growing out from a large lower jaw, thick spiked bands around his neck and wrists and a bipedal stature. This pokémon was a particularly fierce granbull with an expression that said quite plainly that he would no less than shred the little eevee in front of him, and relish the act.
Suddenly the granbull leaped forward with a howl while preparing to crunch down on the eevee with his formidable jaws, which would surely have killed the young pokémon if he hadn't passed out and collapsed at that moment from sheer exhaustion, ducking under the attack just before it got him.
In his rapidly darkening vision the little eevee thought he saw a flash of colour and light, and then a shadow slowly descending upon him and he thought dimly, on the edge of his mind, that this was the moment of death; but just as he thought this, he thought no more.