I am so sorry for the long wait! I just didn't know how to start. Thank you for the reviews, however. I will take the advice that some of you gave.
Auryma Sokan gazed at pokeball on the ground. The intermediate trainer had not expected to capture the mightyena that easily. Her Grovyle, Yamai, looked at her curiously, giving her an 'Aren't you going to pick it up'? kind of look. The girl walked over slowly, picking the ball up.
"That was too easy." She said quietly, placing the pokeball into her backpack. As she glanced at Yamai, she noticed the Grass type was rolling her eyes. The trainer rose, bringing herself up to her short height. Auryma was a five foot tall girl, and slightly pudgy. She had long, cascading hair that only stopped at her back. It was a golden brown color, almost a dirty blonde, but not quite.
The fourteen year old was wearing jeans, smudged with dirt and grime, wearing a white t-shirt and a black sweater vest. Decorated on the shirt was a pokeball insignia, and the black sweater vest's own greatball marks had been worn out so much that it appeared completely black. Not that Auryma really cared. She was pale skinned with blue eyes and straight teeth (she had recently gotten her braces taken off). She had a few freckles, but none too noticeable. "Come on, Yamai, let's go back to our camp."
By camp, Auryma referred to the tent that she had bought when she had started her journey as a pokemon trainer. By now, due to repeated uses, it leaked during rain showers and was caked with mud. Two of her other pokemon, a Ninetales and a Squirtle, greeted her. The girl stroked the kitsune and the turtle. "Yes, I'm back, Rilin, Squirt." The reason for her Squirtle not having a unique individual name was that he came from a trade with Auryma's best friend, Dyean.
"And I got us a new friend." The girl added. "A mightyena." Yamai said several things to the Ninetales and Squirtle, which let out a series of noises that sounded like laughter. Auryma sighed, wishing that humans could understand pokemon. So far, scientists were having trouble with language problems.
Taking out two balls, she released her Swellow and Linoone. The bird looked intrigued to being outside her ball, especially when there was no battling going on. The weasel-like pokemon's eyes darted about, eventually looking confused. "We're here to greet a new friend, everyone. A mightyena, who will hopefully help us in the future."
Auryma pulled out the pokeball containing the wolf, tossing it several feet away from her and her pokemon.
Freedom! I whipped about, the wind rustling my gray and black fur. Scents flooded my nose, after all, I had been cooped up in a smell-less world. I turned toward the scents. There stood the human, who presumably caught me. Along with a Grovyle, Swellow, Linoone, Ninetales and Squirtle.
The human. It was female. That ticked me off. No female should ever dominate a male. Even a human. It was nature: males were to be the alphas, never females. Then again, all of her pokemon, except the Squirtle, were male. Probably all raised in captivity. They would never know the laws of the wild.
"Come on, friend." Said the human. My lip curled ever so slightly. Maybe I should stick around to teach these pokemon and this human what wild meant. Then I could return to my pack. I grin a wolfy smile, and slowly wag my tail. The plan was perfect. I could do this in a heartbeat and return to my mate.
"What are you looking at?" growled the ninetales, tossing her tails about. The grovyle rolled her eyes. The human continued to stand there. The squirtle fidgeted under my intimidating look. The linoone raised an eyebrow. The swellow flew up, perching on the human's shoulder.
"Come on, mightyena." Called the human. Well, here goes my plan. I padded over slowly, gazing up at her calmly, not revealing any of my vicious manner. She reached down, petting my head. I flinched, not used to this sort of attention. Yes, my mate and I had nuzzled, but never had any Mightyena petted each others heads. I didn't really appreciate it. "I wonder what I'm going to call you." The girl murmured.
Call me? My ears twitched upon hearing that. We of the Nightfang Pack rarely give any pups names or aliases. The only ones who do are those who are chosen in prophecies or are very important. In my pack, I simply go by, 'the Alpha'. After all, it is my identity.
Perhaps I looked perplexed as I pondered this, for the grovyle spoke.
"Auryma gives us unique names to identify us from others of our kind. After all, if I am in a group of Grovyle, if she calls 'Grovyle', the whole group of us might come. And her names are always good. I am Yamai." The others followed, introducing their names: Yamai, Rilin, Squirt, Flieen, and Norasha. What stupid names in my opinion. After a few hours of me 'socializing' with the others, it was nightfall.
Auryma, the human, she returned all her pokemon to their pokeballs. Except me. Yamai had told me that she always did this when she got a new pokemon to train. It made bond between pokemon and trainer stronger. I snort. As if. As the minutes and hours tick by, when she's asleep, I watch her.
I am ready, ready to make my move.
Gasp. Lemon is around the corner, ya'll. –wink-