Hi everyone! I'm sooooooooo sorry I haven't posted in forever! :( I've just had so much going on... this is a short chapter but I wanted to let you guys know that I still will continue to write this story if y'all like it! Just say the word and it will be done! :) Your thoughts are appreciated.
Chapter 2
The next evening, Callie awoke to the sounds of battle. BOOM! Her eyes snapped open. BOOM! BOOM! She sprung to her paws as the ground around her vibrated and dirt fell from the ceiling. With wide eyes, the vixen scurried out of her makeshift den. The scene that unfolded before her was horrible.
An Emboar, large and intimidating, snorted a laugh as the little Zigzagoon he was picking on squealed in terror. He was blowing fireballs at the tiny thing. The raccoon Pokémon could hardly dodge the attacks in time. His fur was singed from where the fireballs got too close. Fire rained around the little guy and he wailed in dismay.
Maybe a little bit of Achilles' protectiveness rubbed off on her, because the Ninetales felt driven to come to the Zigzagoon's aide. Her shackles rose and her lips curled back over her teeth.
"Hey!" Callie snarled. She couldn't stand to watch any longer. With a battle cry, she charged at the Emboar. Using the speed from Quick Attack, the fire fox slammed the pig into a tree. It grunted from the impact. Leaves from the tree it hit drifted to the ground like rain.
"Why don't you battle with full grown Pokémon instead of picking on children?" She growled in disgust. Springing off the Emboar, Callie gracefully landing a few paces back. The Emboar rose to its feet once more, its attention now focused on the vixen. His expression was fearsome, but Callie refused to back down. She would not be a coward.
He lunged at her, trying to tackle her to the ground. She danced away lithely, using her agility to dodge his clumsy attacks. The Emboar's bulk was his disadvantage. It made his attacks slower, though greater in power. After a while it started blowing fireballs at Callie. Every attack missed its mark. Eventually he began to tire and grew bored. He seemed to blow off all his steam. The Emboar stopped, panting from exertion. He snorted, nodding to her in reluctant defeat before stomping off in the opposite direction.
Sighing, Callie turned to the baby Zigzagoon. He cowered behind her, his eyes huge with shock and fear.
"It's okay now little one." She growled softly, padding up to the raccoon. He wasn't looking at her though. His gaze was fixated on something else. A growl of approval came from behind her, and she whipped around to face an Arcanine.
"You fought well. Your strategy was interesting." The massive male dog barked. Lust and desire cloaked his eyes. His desire for her was evident. Arcanine were usually a handsome, virtuous species but like any other Pokémon breed there are always some bad ones. This Arcanine fit into that category.
Flattening her ears against her head in fear, Callie snatched the tiny Zigzagoon by the scruff of his neck and fled. The pig she knew she could win against. This creature was known for its speed and power. She could never win against him, but at least she could try to save the little raccoon who dangled from her jaws by the scruff of his neck.
Callie dashed through the woods, searching for somewhere safe for the kid. Spotting a tree with a hole at the base, she stopped long enough to toss the kit inside before racing away.
The Arcanine stayed in hot pursuit, mocking her with endearing remarks about him mating her. Desperate, the vixen came to a river, and though it was painful for her, dove into water. She hoped it would help hide her scent trail.
The cool substance felt as if it were burning her skin. Callie scrambled onto the bank on the other side of the river. Her heart pounded almost painfully in her chest. She had to hide somewhere. Her eyes scanned her surrounding hurriedly. She had to think of something quick. The vixen's eyes lit up when she saw a tall pine not far away. With not hesitation, she leapt up into a tree.
When the Arcanine came into view, the fire fox held her breath. He paced up and down the river bank, nose twitching as he tried to pick up her scent. After a few minutes of searching he gave a frustrated snarl and left.
Callie waited for a while in the tree to make sure he was gone. Slowly but surely she was able to calm down. When she went to move, she realized her claws were stuck in the tree bark. Her fur was matted and full of burs and leaves.
Warily, the vixen climbed down from the tree. She found a small cave made out of a giant fissure in the side of a rock and padded inside. The old den seemed to have been abandoned for years so she settled in for the night.
The next day she would travel to the forest's edge.
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