Username: Quiet_Wolf
Researcher?: No
Trainer?: Yes
If trainer, what profession?: Trainer
Pokemon species: Houndoom
Pokemon name: Diablo
Markings on pokemon: A great deal of his throat is scarred, as that was what nearly killed him, and his front left (our right) leg should be scared, as that is what crippled him. He may have a few other scars, but his 'boney armor' is intact and I'd like to avoid eye scars please.
Diablo's Tale
Today had not gone well.
First, she had been forced to go into the city to find a hotel. Cities were crowded, grimy places with too many smells and sounds. Lauren winced at every horn and gagged at every trash heap; trying to navagate her way past the writhing masses of human flesh that seemed to greet her at every corner. Secondly, the stupid hotel manager hadn't been able to understand her! Lauren tried to tell him she wanted a place to stay, but he thought she was asking for an alcholholic drink. Only when she began to cry, did someone point out that 'I wanna rum' might mean 'I want a room'. Last but not least, she had failed to catch a new pokemon.
When Lauren finally found a group of pokemon, she was estatic! She whooped with joy and went out to greet them.
Those that didn't faint on the spot flew away.
Tearing from the pain of the pidgies' crushing regection, Lauren slowly trudged back toward the city. It didn't help that Kiara was at her heels telling her what a stupid, stupid trainer she was.
They had just reached the outskirts of town, when Kiara pricked her ears. It sounded like somebody was having a good time, she grumbled. Lauren leaning into the doorway that was the source of the cheering and hooting. She turned her head back to the street and vomitted, shaking and gasping. Her shinx asked her what she could have possibly seen to turn her into such a basket case. Kiara poked her head past the arch. A roar growling in her chest, she prepared to charge-- Lauren scooped up her companian and fumbled in her pockets for a cell phone.
"911, what's your emergancy?"
"Hep kwik, help kwik!"
"Okay, sweetie, just calm down. What's wrong?"
"Heez di'n! Help kwik!"
"Dying? Someone's dying?
"Poke-mawn."
"I'm sure it's wounds aren't all that bad, if it's bleeding apply--"
"No! Death fiyt!"
"Just keep talking, kid, we're tracing the call."
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"Oh God, look at it's neck....."
"We have a life or death situation-"
"Medium fire pokemon, torn throat, might lose it's leg-"
"-Kid couldn't talk right. She's in the waiting room."
"We exposed a pit fight. Most died on the way here. This place is hardly populated, how can we have pit fights already?"
"Thing damn near took my hand off. Even if it survives, who would take it?"
"No one in their right mind. We'll propabley have to put it down."
"Save it to kill it. Why do we even bother...."
"NO!!!"
The adults' heads turned.
"No," Lauren said again, "No kill!"
"Hon, if he's too dangerous---"
"I save him, I keyp him."
Nobody spoke for half a second, "If you think for one moment we'd let you train such a beast..."
Lauren slammed her fists against the table, "I. Save. Him. I. Keep. Him," she said with conviction.
A nurse rose to protest, but another silenced her, "Look, she's an expirimental kid. I heard about 'um; they can connect with pokemon in a way normal people can't. The goverment says we gotta trust her. I know she's a child but, look, just give her the houndoom."
Lauren went into the hospital room. She greeted the creature. It was strapped helplessly to the bed, but bared its teeth in bravado. Lauren promised she wouldn't hurt him, she was here to talk. Just to talk.
The houndour looked like a regected scene from Nightmare on Elmstreet VIII. Most of the scars he got were covered up by his fur, but many criss-crossed all along his form. The face was surprisingly clear, no scars that she could see. But if you looked at his throat, you could almost see the wounds beneath the bandages. The horizontal tears... Lauren winced. His leg was in some form of cast. It had barely been saved. One of his opponents had taken the elbow in their jaws and broken the bone, nevermind the details. That was likely to bear the worst scars.
Lauren said it had been hard to get the nurses to let her visit him, that they were afraid he'd kill her, but he wouldn't do that; would he? She raised her hand over his head tenativly, asking permision to stroke him. He snarled. No, he wouldn't kill her, but that didn't mean she could touch him. Lauren withdrew her hand. What was his name?
Diablo, 'The Flaming Devil'. But that didn't matter, he snorted, when would he fight again?
Fight?
Yes, fight. He was a pit pokemon. Fighting was all there was and all there ever would be.
Lauren grimaced and turned her head away. Kiara looked to Diablo.
"You have been permanently crippled by your last battle. You will never fight again."
Funds: 50k/50k DONE heart Now I just need a slot!
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