Post by yagei on Apr 6, 2006 14:48:43 GMT -5
Author's Note:This is, der, a story based on Pokemon. Be glad to know that the main character isn't going on a journey to 'be the Master'! Uh. Hmm. I might be slow about writing this, lol, but please post opiions and other shtuff~
Chapter 1
As a small Caterpie nibbled lazily at a brilliantly yellow dandelion, an unnatural shadow passed over it. Looking up from its dainty snack it muttered its name mutinously. It was rewarded with a blinding flash from the flaming sun, forcing it to cast its segmented eyes downwards while spots danced in front of it. It raised its head off the faded-green grass, trying to sense any possible danger in the premises.
Nothing. Frowning as much as a caterpillar can, it went back to its rare treat, but it kept its small V-shaped antenna twitching constantly. As it picked off petal-after-petal of the weed, it let its guard down, instead considering whether to sleep after this, or search for something else to eat. The ominous shadow had departed completely from its one-track mind, dismissed as paranoia. The reason for its alarm was well-based however, as it would soon discover.
Perched haughtily on a dogwood branch, the Pidgeotto watched the oblivious Caterpie, occasionally stopping to rearrange one of its brown and red feathers. It shifted its talons on the thick bark, digging in impatiently. The bug-type Pokemon had noticed it flying overhead, and it had been forced into hiding nearby. The mediocre tree sat at the edge of the glade, surrounded by a multitude of other foliage. The Caterpie had dismissed the Pidgeotto's pass as an illusion, but the bird Pokemon knew better than to rush.
Yet, as it clenched the light-brown branch beneath its feet, it could detect at least one other presence nearby. Whether a predator or prey, it did not care, just as long as it didn't intrude upon its catch. Repressing the urge to ruffle its feathers, the second-evolution Pokemon watched is target with acute eyes. Impatient to get food back to its newly-hatched Pidgey, it began the final calculations. Wind speed, distance, prey's strength, and many other calculations swept through the predatory bird's mind, as its grip on the redwood bark loosened.
The unaware Caterpie was overcome with a sense of danger about two seconds before the Pidgeotto struck. It raised it's overlarge head, uneasily—right in the opposite direction of the bird. With instinctive ease, the Pokemon lifted its catch into the air, talons clenched unforgivingly on the Caterpie's back. It writhed in fright and rage, hoping to free itself from the fierce grip, crying out in surprise.
The Pidgeotto called out triumphantly, its powerful beak opened in a war-like cry. Several nearby bug-type Pokemon shuttered, hiding under any cover given, desperate not to become like the ill-fated Caterpie. The proud bird circled the crystal-clear skies, feeling the air pass through its plumage effortlessly. It's cry of victory could be heard from far away, and the Pidgeotto, in its outlandish pride, forgot why it had to be silent during its hunt.
***
Covered by an umbrella of wide, flat leaves, Laven Armone slept. With one pale cheek pressed against the dark-brown bark, a tiny trail of saliva, oozed from his agape mouth. His green-clad arms and legs dangled awkwardly off the branch, giving him the same look as a lazy Slakoth. His dull-green uniform was more than slightly wrinkled, and the two badges pinned to the jacket's breast were crooked. His capped oak-colored hair was ruffled slightly by an invading breeze, making his resting-place sway majestically, and he came close to falling off of his perch.
A many Pokemon passed by, used to the sprawled-out figure. In fact, a rushed Ledyba traipsed across his body irritably, giving him as much attention as it would a sleeping Pokemon. As the sun rose higher into the sky, a narrow shaft of sunlight found its way to his eyes, causing him to shift in his sleep—but nothing more. His mandatory, jock-like red scarf was tied halfheartedly around his neck, fluttering in hopes to escape with each gust of wind. The fourteen-year-old might have stayed that way all day. Then came the Pidgeotto.
As its rash scream of joy rebounded through the otherwise-peaceful forest, Laven leaped up in alarm...or...at least, he tried to leap up. At a result, he tumbled over the branch's side, hitting a total of three more thick barriers before he landed solidly on the ground. His electric-blue eyes were aware and focused immediately, as he shot to his feet. Grabbing his cap from the springy grass where it had landed (there was no way that it could have remained on his head through his less-than-elegant fall), he looked around. Wiping the spit from his mouth dismissively, as well as ramming the imposing hat back on his mussed hair, he frowned. Three years' worth of training allowed him to identify the source of sound, but he needed the territorial bird to sound let out a cry once more before he could track it down. Oblivious as the Caterpie had been, the Pidgeotto let loose another burst of sound; it might as well as just sent out a beam of light to show its position.
Laven set of at an athletic sprint towards the Pokemon, ignoring the fact that his cap—and 'scarf' as well—had fallen off. Skidding to a balanced stop in the glade (right on top of the unfortunate Caterpie's meal), he rose his eyes skyward. The Pidgeotto realized the boy's presence too late, and glared furiously at the green-clad figure that was pulling a gun-like item from a hip-pouch. The predatory Pokemon tried to rise farther towards the heavens, burdened with the Caterpie's unhelpful weight, cursing (in whatever way a Pokemon curses) at its previous, foolish antics. It fought heavenward with the flailing caterpillar serving as an anchor to the earth. It knew all-to-well what that gun did; it had been the target of the trinket multiple times.
Not the same one again thought Laven incredulously. He aimed calmly at the ascending Pidgeotto, who obviously wasn't going to give in, and pulled the trigger. The gun snapped back, jerking the boy's arm behind his head viciously. A mesh of rope soared towards the objective Pokemon, shooting threw the sky expertly, gaining rapidly on the weighted bird-type. The thickly woven net struck the Caterpie first, and four tiny metal balls attached to the net's corners, tied themselves above the Pidgeotto's beak. The second-evolution Pokemon fought to remain airborne for a second, then the net began to plummet towards the ground. Moaning to himself, Laven positioned himself underneath the falling Pokemon. Bracing for the combined weight to crash down on him, he held out his arms.
The speed that gravity had granted the plummeting Pokemon, plus their own weight, struck the lean boy forcefully. Falling onto his butt for the second time in five minutes, he struggled to get out from underneath the Pidgeotto. The weight wasn't too bad—but the bird itself was. It snapped viciously at its bonds and beat its powerful wings in a frenzy. The poor Caterpie tried to chew through the mesh, eager to escape the Pokemon's wrath. Cautious, Laven approached the storming Pidgeotto, who cast an eye full of hatred upon him.
“Now, don't look at me like that!” the boy snapped at the bird Pokemon in an exasperated tone. “It's your own fault that you aren't satisfied with what the Safari Zone gives you.”
The territorial bird eyed him maliciously, but it stopped its crazed wing-beating for him to approach. He kneed down and began calmly working the metallic spheres apart, the work of a few minutes. Immediately the Pokemon—both of them—took off. The Caterpie headed straight for the nearest tree-root, and the Pidgeotto for its nest.
“You're welcome.” the junior Safari Zone Ranger said to their retreating backs, unable to hide the amusement in his voice.
Chapter 1
As a small Caterpie nibbled lazily at a brilliantly yellow dandelion, an unnatural shadow passed over it. Looking up from its dainty snack it muttered its name mutinously. It was rewarded with a blinding flash from the flaming sun, forcing it to cast its segmented eyes downwards while spots danced in front of it. It raised its head off the faded-green grass, trying to sense any possible danger in the premises.
Nothing. Frowning as much as a caterpillar can, it went back to its rare treat, but it kept its small V-shaped antenna twitching constantly. As it picked off petal-after-petal of the weed, it let its guard down, instead considering whether to sleep after this, or search for something else to eat. The ominous shadow had departed completely from its one-track mind, dismissed as paranoia. The reason for its alarm was well-based however, as it would soon discover.
Perched haughtily on a dogwood branch, the Pidgeotto watched the oblivious Caterpie, occasionally stopping to rearrange one of its brown and red feathers. It shifted its talons on the thick bark, digging in impatiently. The bug-type Pokemon had noticed it flying overhead, and it had been forced into hiding nearby. The mediocre tree sat at the edge of the glade, surrounded by a multitude of other foliage. The Caterpie had dismissed the Pidgeotto's pass as an illusion, but the bird Pokemon knew better than to rush.
Yet, as it clenched the light-brown branch beneath its feet, it could detect at least one other presence nearby. Whether a predator or prey, it did not care, just as long as it didn't intrude upon its catch. Repressing the urge to ruffle its feathers, the second-evolution Pokemon watched is target with acute eyes. Impatient to get food back to its newly-hatched Pidgey, it began the final calculations. Wind speed, distance, prey's strength, and many other calculations swept through the predatory bird's mind, as its grip on the redwood bark loosened.
The unaware Caterpie was overcome with a sense of danger about two seconds before the Pidgeotto struck. It raised it's overlarge head, uneasily—right in the opposite direction of the bird. With instinctive ease, the Pokemon lifted its catch into the air, talons clenched unforgivingly on the Caterpie's back. It writhed in fright and rage, hoping to free itself from the fierce grip, crying out in surprise.
The Pidgeotto called out triumphantly, its powerful beak opened in a war-like cry. Several nearby bug-type Pokemon shuttered, hiding under any cover given, desperate not to become like the ill-fated Caterpie. The proud bird circled the crystal-clear skies, feeling the air pass through its plumage effortlessly. It's cry of victory could be heard from far away, and the Pidgeotto, in its outlandish pride, forgot why it had to be silent during its hunt.
***
Covered by an umbrella of wide, flat leaves, Laven Armone slept. With one pale cheek pressed against the dark-brown bark, a tiny trail of saliva, oozed from his agape mouth. His green-clad arms and legs dangled awkwardly off the branch, giving him the same look as a lazy Slakoth. His dull-green uniform was more than slightly wrinkled, and the two badges pinned to the jacket's breast were crooked. His capped oak-colored hair was ruffled slightly by an invading breeze, making his resting-place sway majestically, and he came close to falling off of his perch.
A many Pokemon passed by, used to the sprawled-out figure. In fact, a rushed Ledyba traipsed across his body irritably, giving him as much attention as it would a sleeping Pokemon. As the sun rose higher into the sky, a narrow shaft of sunlight found its way to his eyes, causing him to shift in his sleep—but nothing more. His mandatory, jock-like red scarf was tied halfheartedly around his neck, fluttering in hopes to escape with each gust of wind. The fourteen-year-old might have stayed that way all day. Then came the Pidgeotto.
As its rash scream of joy rebounded through the otherwise-peaceful forest, Laven leaped up in alarm...or...at least, he tried to leap up. At a result, he tumbled over the branch's side, hitting a total of three more thick barriers before he landed solidly on the ground. His electric-blue eyes were aware and focused immediately, as he shot to his feet. Grabbing his cap from the springy grass where it had landed (there was no way that it could have remained on his head through his less-than-elegant fall), he looked around. Wiping the spit from his mouth dismissively, as well as ramming the imposing hat back on his mussed hair, he frowned. Three years' worth of training allowed him to identify the source of sound, but he needed the territorial bird to sound let out a cry once more before he could track it down. Oblivious as the Caterpie had been, the Pidgeotto let loose another burst of sound; it might as well as just sent out a beam of light to show its position.
Laven set of at an athletic sprint towards the Pokemon, ignoring the fact that his cap—and 'scarf' as well—had fallen off. Skidding to a balanced stop in the glade (right on top of the unfortunate Caterpie's meal), he rose his eyes skyward. The Pidgeotto realized the boy's presence too late, and glared furiously at the green-clad figure that was pulling a gun-like item from a hip-pouch. The predatory Pokemon tried to rise farther towards the heavens, burdened with the Caterpie's unhelpful weight, cursing (in whatever way a Pokemon curses) at its previous, foolish antics. It fought heavenward with the flailing caterpillar serving as an anchor to the earth. It knew all-to-well what that gun did; it had been the target of the trinket multiple times.
Not the same one again thought Laven incredulously. He aimed calmly at the ascending Pidgeotto, who obviously wasn't going to give in, and pulled the trigger. The gun snapped back, jerking the boy's arm behind his head viciously. A mesh of rope soared towards the objective Pokemon, shooting threw the sky expertly, gaining rapidly on the weighted bird-type. The thickly woven net struck the Caterpie first, and four tiny metal balls attached to the net's corners, tied themselves above the Pidgeotto's beak. The second-evolution Pokemon fought to remain airborne for a second, then the net began to plummet towards the ground. Moaning to himself, Laven positioned himself underneath the falling Pokemon. Bracing for the combined weight to crash down on him, he held out his arms.
The speed that gravity had granted the plummeting Pokemon, plus their own weight, struck the lean boy forcefully. Falling onto his butt for the second time in five minutes, he struggled to get out from underneath the Pidgeotto. The weight wasn't too bad—but the bird itself was. It snapped viciously at its bonds and beat its powerful wings in a frenzy. The poor Caterpie tried to chew through the mesh, eager to escape the Pokemon's wrath. Cautious, Laven approached the storming Pidgeotto, who cast an eye full of hatred upon him.
“Now, don't look at me like that!” the boy snapped at the bird Pokemon in an exasperated tone. “It's your own fault that you aren't satisfied with what the Safari Zone gives you.”
The territorial bird eyed him maliciously, but it stopped its crazed wing-beating for him to approach. He kneed down and began calmly working the metallic spheres apart, the work of a few minutes. Immediately the Pokemon—both of them—took off. The Caterpie headed straight for the nearest tree-root, and the Pidgeotto for its nest.
“You're welcome.” the junior Safari Zone Ranger said to their retreating backs, unable to hide the amusement in his voice.