For what seemed like forever, a small Litwick egg sat in grass too tall to give his position away immediately, if at all. The mixture of screams that came from the rides not far from it sent the little egg's stomach aflutter; if that were at all possible for an egg. Where the egg sat wasn't that far off from the clubs' theme park, it was the perfect spot to listen to, and enjoy, the laughter and screams in the park. Just barely, however, the egg rested just outside the fence and made it ripe for the stealing. Any faction could take it, so long as they could get to the egg.
In no way was the small egg bored, but when he felt hands clasp onto him he was excited. Would these hands be as entertaining as the screams he grew to enjoy? Not like he had much of a choice in the matter of whether or not he liked the new presence or not if. They were off before the flame on his head could so much as flicker.
The stranger who took the egg panted as he ran, not looking back to see if security was still on his tail. What had been turning into a bad day had quickly turned into an excellent one! The pace slowed as they entered a new territory, most likely the stranger's faction. The pace was no longer quick or even bouncy, it was light as they strode deeper into the territory.
Before long, the two entered a small home, small enough not to bother anybody, but big enough to home a single person -- soon to be two. A warmth surrounded the egg as a blanket was wrapped around it. The new owner didn't know a lick about eggs or even children, but having an egg meant another person in the faction. It meant one less person growing up in battle. The dueling factions seemed silly and unnecessary. Not that this stranger would admit it to anybody.
Now cozy in the blankets, much like at the park, he just sat there waiting. Mostly waiting to hatch and meet whoever it was had stolen him. Even in as egg it was obvious he was far from where he first appeared in Wonderland.
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