02-20-2015, 06:55 PM
Michael, in his wanderings, found himself in one of the less populated areas of the island known as Costa del Sol. It wasn't as if the area was restricted or anything, but most people didn't really find any interest in hanging around boxes and barrels full of miscellaneous goods. It was a nice area for Michael to escape his social worries and really focus on what he was going to do next… Wait a minute, what’s that sound?
He turned his attention to a cluster of barrels, a muffled sound coming from within. A young Pokémon, scared and alone, hid there and sobbed quietly, hoping somehow his parents would miraculously find him and take him home. He appeared to be a sort of two legged salamander, a flame flickering at the end of his tail which he hid carefully as not to be seen. It was odd, not wanting to be found by anyone yet yearning for someone to find and help him… Although as a child, these were not thoughts that crossed his mind. He was simply alone and afraid, and only wanted the bad feelings to end.
“Hey, you alright there?” Michael asked, approaching the barrels with deliberate slowness. He didn’t want to startle the poor thing by approaching to fast, so he made himself known gradually, eventually peaking over the tops of the barrels to peek at the sobbing Pokémon.
The little charmander coward, hiding behind his little paws and meekly shouting “G- Go away!”
“It’s okay little guy, I don’t want to hurt you…” Michael explained, a worried expression on his face. The charmander snuck a peek, hoping the human was gone only to find him even closer than before! Not paying attention to whatever expression the man had, he spit out a large ember at Michael’s face, barely missing and singeing his hair. Michael reeled back in surprise, unceremoniously falling onto his rear with a small cry of surprise.
“Jeez…” Michael mumbled, patting his head just to make sure his curly hair hadn't burst into flames. It was hot, but thankfully it wasn't actually alight.
Cautiously Michael approached the charmander again, trying to appear as non-threatening as he could with a low stature and kindly facial expressions.
“Can you tell me what’s wrong?” Michael asked in a friendly tone. The charmander couldn't help but remember his parent’s at the man’s tone, and was almost comforted until he remembered something his father had told him not long before…
‘Don’t trust humans son, they’re unpredictable and dangerous. Who knows how they’ll react next!’ He remembered his mother saying something too, but wasn't able to pinpoint what exactly it was. It didn't matter though, because now he knew that this human had to be dangerous, and wouldn't trust him for a minute!
He spit up another ember, although the human was ready this time. Michael ducked, avoiding a much more accurate shot that would have singed his eyebrows badly (along with the rest of his face). He sighed sadly, sitting down and facing away from the barrels the charmander hid behind. For now, the little lizard seemed too emotional to approach safely. Hopefully after a while, the little guy would calm down enough for them to really talk. In the meantime, Michael would make sure he was safe from anyone who might legitimately mean harm to the little charmander.
The charmander didn't hear the human leave, but at the same time he wasn’t showing himself anymore either… What was he doing out there? He stook a quick a peek at the human from around the barrels, only to find him sitting there staring off into the distance. He dashed back to the safety and cover of his barrels, hoping he wasn't spotted. He was left still wondering, greatly confused by the human’s behavior. He wasn't as scared anymore though… Even if he didn't know this stranger, he wasn't alone anymore.
He turned his attention to a cluster of barrels, a muffled sound coming from within. A young Pokémon, scared and alone, hid there and sobbed quietly, hoping somehow his parents would miraculously find him and take him home. He appeared to be a sort of two legged salamander, a flame flickering at the end of his tail which he hid carefully as not to be seen. It was odd, not wanting to be found by anyone yet yearning for someone to find and help him… Although as a child, these were not thoughts that crossed his mind. He was simply alone and afraid, and only wanted the bad feelings to end.
“Hey, you alright there?” Michael asked, approaching the barrels with deliberate slowness. He didn’t want to startle the poor thing by approaching to fast, so he made himself known gradually, eventually peaking over the tops of the barrels to peek at the sobbing Pokémon.
The little charmander coward, hiding behind his little paws and meekly shouting “G- Go away!”
“It’s okay little guy, I don’t want to hurt you…” Michael explained, a worried expression on his face. The charmander snuck a peek, hoping the human was gone only to find him even closer than before! Not paying attention to whatever expression the man had, he spit out a large ember at Michael’s face, barely missing and singeing his hair. Michael reeled back in surprise, unceremoniously falling onto his rear with a small cry of surprise.
“Jeez…” Michael mumbled, patting his head just to make sure his curly hair hadn't burst into flames. It was hot, but thankfully it wasn't actually alight.
Cautiously Michael approached the charmander again, trying to appear as non-threatening as he could with a low stature and kindly facial expressions.
“Can you tell me what’s wrong?” Michael asked in a friendly tone. The charmander couldn't help but remember his parent’s at the man’s tone, and was almost comforted until he remembered something his father had told him not long before…
‘Don’t trust humans son, they’re unpredictable and dangerous. Who knows how they’ll react next!’ He remembered his mother saying something too, but wasn't able to pinpoint what exactly it was. It didn't matter though, because now he knew that this human had to be dangerous, and wouldn't trust him for a minute!
He spit up another ember, although the human was ready this time. Michael ducked, avoiding a much more accurate shot that would have singed his eyebrows badly (along with the rest of his face). He sighed sadly, sitting down and facing away from the barrels the charmander hid behind. For now, the little lizard seemed too emotional to approach safely. Hopefully after a while, the little guy would calm down enough for them to really talk. In the meantime, Michael would make sure he was safe from anyone who might legitimately mean harm to the little charmander.
The charmander didn't hear the human leave, but at the same time he wasn’t showing himself anymore either… What was he doing out there? He stook a quick a peek at the human from around the barrels, only to find him sitting there staring off into the distance. He dashed back to the safety and cover of his barrels, hoping he wasn't spotted. He was left still wondering, greatly confused by the human’s behavior. He wasn't as scared anymore though… Even if he didn't know this stranger, he wasn't alone anymore.
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