Diva squealed as the Houndour beat her like a drum, then headbutted her into the ground.
Suddenly Dour, the shiny son of the mighty leader Doom, took the eevee away from the group of Houndour and brought the tiny pokemon to his room in the den. The little prince whistled soothingly, and stroked the paralyzed dwarf Eevee lovingly.
"Shhhh. It's ok, don't be frightened. I won't hurt you little bunny."
Surprised, Diva trembled and curled up in a brown ball, peeking out through her tail.
"I don't trust you..." she said in a voice as small as her body.
the houndour drooped his ears.
"I know...but I'm hoping we can try to be friends...To prove I mean you no harm, I'll unchain you and lay down on my bed. See? you can go whenever you want."
The little Eevee padded to the door, but she looked back to see the Houndoom was crying softly to himself. Diva sighed. She didn't like to see anyone lonely. Bounding into the prince's arms, the smaler pokemon cuddled up, falling asleep.
Perhapse this isn't so bad after all...