Evening fell over Vermilion City, shading the town in a rather appropriate shade of red-orange. The docks were splashed with water as the ships rolled in, adding to the ambience of the harbor. On one of these docks sat a lone Raichu, it's mangled tail curled against its body. Glassy eyes were transfixed on the waves as they reached upwards, stretching their salty fingers towards the little Pokemon, and, with a quick gesture, the Raichu summoned up the waves until...
"...Rai-iechu.." the Pokemon muttered as the water broke from his control, falling back into the sea. The attempt to summon a wall of water had failed. Again. The Raichu began to murmur curses in a language known by many but understood by few.
"Perhaps if I went down to the shore..," he murmured in Pokemon language, directing his gaze to the sands on the opposite side of the harbor, "I would be able to execute this rather annoying attack to perfection."
The attack was Surf, one of the three moves not normally known by 'chus, and it was the only attack the electric mouse assumed he had a shot at performing. However, he had grown bored with the training, and deciding that the fifteen minutes he spent was enough for the day, the strange-looking Pokemon turned and trotted down the docks. Ribs bulged from the creature's tiny frame, and no muscles were visible. His ghastly appearance led to many rumors among the locals; some wondered about the fact that he had many scars and injuries, though he has never been seen in a battle, and some questioned the strange scar on his left cheek- a long line that cut through the center of a circle (O)--while others questioned his eyes.
Those eyes... white and empty-looking, they were the bane of the rodent's existence. Around each eye was a circle of black-red crust that extended at the bottom like dried black tears. There was no way to explain why his eyes turned such a startling shade. In his old tribe, it was said that a Pokemon bearing eyes of white would be blind to the evil and pain of the world, but this Raichu found that this was not true.
On this particular day, the Pokemon sported a large cut running across his forehead that was stitched up on his last visit to a Pokemon Center. As one can assume, an occasional kind soul would admit the scarred creature to a Pokemon Center, which led to a series of vaccinations, bandagings, and stitches. Lately, the nurses and scientists have tracked him down, concerned that the Pokemon was prone to rabies or mange. The Raichu hated it, but the person who took him to the Pokemon Center typically had good intentions, so he held no grudge.
The Raichu, known only as 'Chidi', made his way back into town, his four paws lightly gracing the ground. Unlike most Raichu, who walk on their haunches when strolling casually, Chidi found it was easier on his weakened muscles if he walked on all fours. Rarely did he run... running led to bad things. The last time he tried running, his insides began to churn and his muscles weakened; it was as if his body were rejecting all movement, including the blood as if flowed through his veins, and forced the red liquid out of his eyes and mouth as he collapsed. Chidi called this strange ordeal 'crashing', and he certainly did not want to experience it. So he continued his stroll through the lonely town, now searching for something to eat.
"...Rai-iechu.." the Pokemon muttered as the water broke from his control, falling back into the sea. The attempt to summon a wall of water had failed. Again. The Raichu began to murmur curses in a language known by many but understood by few.
"Perhaps if I went down to the shore..," he murmured in Pokemon language, directing his gaze to the sands on the opposite side of the harbor, "I would be able to execute this rather annoying attack to perfection."
The attack was Surf, one of the three moves not normally known by 'chus, and it was the only attack the electric mouse assumed he had a shot at performing. However, he had grown bored with the training, and deciding that the fifteen minutes he spent was enough for the day, the strange-looking Pokemon turned and trotted down the docks. Ribs bulged from the creature's tiny frame, and no muscles were visible. His ghastly appearance led to many rumors among the locals; some wondered about the fact that he had many scars and injuries, though he has never been seen in a battle, and some questioned the strange scar on his left cheek- a long line that cut through the center of a circle (O)--while others questioned his eyes.
Those eyes... white and empty-looking, they were the bane of the rodent's existence. Around each eye was a circle of black-red crust that extended at the bottom like dried black tears. There was no way to explain why his eyes turned such a startling shade. In his old tribe, it was said that a Pokemon bearing eyes of white would be blind to the evil and pain of the world, but this Raichu found that this was not true.
On this particular day, the Pokemon sported a large cut running across his forehead that was stitched up on his last visit to a Pokemon Center. As one can assume, an occasional kind soul would admit the scarred creature to a Pokemon Center, which led to a series of vaccinations, bandagings, and stitches. Lately, the nurses and scientists have tracked him down, concerned that the Pokemon was prone to rabies or mange. The Raichu hated it, but the person who took him to the Pokemon Center typically had good intentions, so he held no grudge.
The Raichu, known only as 'Chidi', made his way back into town, his four paws lightly gracing the ground. Unlike most Raichu, who walk on their haunches when strolling casually, Chidi found it was easier on his weakened muscles if he walked on all fours. Rarely did he run... running led to bad things. The last time he tried running, his insides began to churn and his muscles weakened; it was as if his body were rejecting all movement, including the blood as if flowed through his veins, and forced the red liquid out of his eyes and mouth as he collapsed. Chidi called this strange ordeal 'crashing', and he certainly did not want to experience it. So he continued his stroll through the lonely town, now searching for something to eat.
