Walking down an icy path.
"Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, COLD!" Quagsire was whimpering as we walked through the Ice Path.
"Will you shut up?" I snapped. "It's on a little bit cold!"
"Yeah, but, Quagsire does not have a thick fuzzy fur coat, now does he?" Blaziken pointed out. "Or an inner core that's always on fire." I rolled my eyes. Why do they always defend him?
"I have an idea!" Quagsire smiled, and then darted up to May. "Quag!" *Oh, May!* "Sire?" *Will you hold me?* I rolled my eyes as Quagsire pouted a little and held his arms out.
"Oh, Quagsire, are you cold, sweetie?" May leaned down and plucked him up. "You can go in your pokéball if you want." May pulled her traveling bag in front of her, and once she opened the largest pocket Quagsire dove in. "Or you could stay in there."
"You have got to be kidding me!" I slapped my forehead.
"Ah, Quagsire, you looks so cute! Yes, you do," Liz cooed. I sighed and fell in to pace with Blaziken and Munchlax.
"With Furret here, I think Liz is taking over her motherliness," I stated. "And, she's over doing it."
"I thinks it cute," Munchlax said, once again monotone.
"Well, buddy, you are in love with her, of course you do," Blaziken rolled his eyes.
"I…do not!" Munchlax blushed. Blaziken and I exchanged looks then burst into laughter. "Okay, what if I do?" Munchlax's voice was annoyed.
"Sorry, Munchlax, but, since the first time I met you, only once have I ever hear you not be monotone. Since Liz came your using feelings in your voice!" I explained.
"Yeah, it was shocking hearing you after all this time!" Blaziken chuckled.
"Yeah, well, love does that you," Munchlax turned away and crossed his arms. "Just as Drew. He's a Teddiursa thanks to May." Munchlax and Blaziken laughed. I scowled at them.
"I'm a Teddiursa thanks to batteries in a fire detector going dead," I grumbled, walking ahead of them. We were coming to a large open area in the Ice Path. Not paying any attention to what was going on around me; I stepped on to the open area, only to slip to the other side. "WAH!" I dug my claws in to the ice. "Wow that was not fun."
"Fun!?" Quagsire popped out of May's bag. "Sire!" *I love fun!* Quagsire jumped on to the ice and nimbly started staking around.
"How are you able to do that!?" I attempt to stand, only to fall on my ass. "Grrr."
"Practice, Drew, that's how," Quagsire skated pasted me as I made another attempt to stand on the ice. "I use to do this all the time before I was captured. Every winter." He skidded to a stop in front of me. I growled and finally got to my feet.
"Ah-ha!" I laughed, I had conquered the ice.
Quagsire smirked, "You can stand, but can you stop!" He pushed me.
"Wah! Not f-fair!" I cried, running in to Munchlax who had just stepped on the ice.
"Ha, foolish Drew," Quagsire sneered. "You'll never learn like that!" He loomed over me as I pushed an KO'ed Munchlax off of me. "If you want to learn you'll need to do better than that." Quagsire gracefully skated away. I growled and crossed my arms.
"Now, what does that remind me of?" Blaziken stepped and walked on the ice with easily —concerning he was burning it with every step. He tapped his beak. "Oh, I remember! The first time a certain green hair coordinator met another brown hair newbie one and was being mean to her cause she was like he was when he first started and it bugged the hell out of him." I glared at him—I really don't like this guy. "At least he's no give you flowers to soften your anger."
"Well, I…grrr! He better not…I really should have trademarked that." I muttered, stepping back on the evil ice of doom.
After an hour I finally got the hang of it. May and Liz, on the other hand fell with every step and went looking for some ice berry thing. I was not as nimble as Quagsire, but I was not falling down with every step.
"Well, well, Drew, you know what you're doing know, eh?" Blaziken smirked. "Just like May, you practiced and learned from your mistakes."
"You think you're going to make me eat a piece of humble pie, just give up now," I glared.
"Maybe not, but I can still do this," He put a foot on my back and pushed my way across the ice.
"HEY! I WASN'T READY!" I cried, arms wavering around wildly. I try to stop, but only succeeded in falling on my face and sliding through a evergreen bush. I closed my eyes to stop the needles from getting in my eyes. I finally stopped once I hit a hard rock. "Ugh, how many times am I going to be throw against a rock?" I sat up and rubbed my head. Wincing, I looked at the rock. It was round, blue and white with what looked to be two little angel wings on the sides.
"This is a weird rock," I muttered touching it. "I've never seen—" Then the rock moved and I jumped back. "What the…" I leaned closer to it. "Did you move? Huh…I don't think this a rock." Then I heard a cracking noise and a part of the rock broke and fell to the ground.
"Definitely not a rock," I blinked as suddenly there was a blinding light.
"Wah!" When I looked again there was a small sapphire blue serpentine Pokemon with a white underbelly, a horn, a blue sphere around its neck as well as two on its tail, and two snowy white angel wings, one of which fell over the Pokemon's face. A dragonair. It shook it's head.
"Yup, it wasn't a rock," The young Pokemon turned at the sound of my voice.
"…Momma?" It asked.
"Wow, wow, slow down there, little guy," I stepped back as it came closer. "I am not a girl, thus I can't be our mother. My name is Drew."
"…Daddy," It said, cocking it's head.
"I…well that is closer. But no! I'm not! I'm Drew, not your parental figure!" The little dragonair ignored me and came even closer. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Before I could stop it the little Pokemon jumped on to my head and coiled around it.
"Drew-da!" It cried.
"Hey! Get off!" I tried to pull the newborn off my head, but it was stubborn and refuse to move. I continued to try to pry the dragon Pokemon from my head, I stumbled out of the evergreen bush and back on to the ice—which was not a good idea. The second I stepped back on the ice, my feet slipped.
"WAH!" The dragon air and I screamed as we flew past Quagsire and Blaziken, then Munchlax, then Liz and May who were returning from there berry hunting expedition. Then me and the little dragonair slammed into a snow bank, cause s few delibirds to become startled and use their only naturally learned attack, present. They reached in to their sack like tails and each pulled out a box. They threw there arms back and hurled the presents at me and the dragonair.
"WAH!" The dragonair left my head and cowered behind me. "Drew-da, help!" The Delibirds threw there bombs—or hp restorers. I held my arms in front of me.
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