Mew13
Aqua Trainer
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- Years
- Age 35
- Returning from the shadows
- Seen Jul 3, 2006
Hello! As of now, I'd like to thank you for taking a look at my humble fan-fic. Any constructive critism is greatly appreciated and can be posted here or in the Lounge, whichever is preffered.
Please bear with me, as this was rather spur of the moment writing. The idea came and I just started!
Without further ado, here's "Life in the Eyes of Bluk".
Chapter One: Life Begins
A flash of lightning illuminated a dreary scene. A tiny, green and blue egg, seemingly forgotten, shook in a moldy nest. Parents were no where to be found. It was raining, cold and hard, the night was dark and fearful.
The tiny egg shook again. Another flash of lighting revealed a crack had formed in the egg. Whether the crack was from the driving of the rain, the buffeting from the wind, or by the young creature inside, it was going to hatch.
The crack moved steadily down the side, like an outstretched finger. Tiny cracks began to expand from the original break. The egg gave a violent shudder, and a tiny Pokemon flopped out.
The tiny, green, dog-like Pokemon cried out, shocked at the cold and wet of this new world he had been forced into. He shook his large head and crawled back into the molding nest.
The small Pokemon waited patiently for his parents. He instinctively knew someone would come to feed him. He waited and waited, but no one came. The tiny Pokemon cried out again, in a vain attempt to alert his parents that he was here.
Soon enough, the Pokemon discovered he was alone. The little creature sighed and curled up in the rotten nest. The poor thing was soaked, chilled to the bone, and starved. He eventually cried himself to sleep.
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The little Pokemon awoke from pains in his stomach. He tried to roll over and go back to sleep, but the smell of mold and mildew was overpowering from last night?s storm. He climbed out, his feet protesting at the cold stone beneath him.
The day old Pokemon began his search for food. He walked along, his nose twitching as he smelled for anything that seemed edible.
He paused at the edge of a meadow. His nose told him something good smelling was nearby. The small Pokemon dove into the grass, moving with infant clumsiness.
He came upon a bush covered in sweet smelling, round berries. The ravenous Pokemon leapt on the bush, crying ?Trike! Electrike!?
The little Pokemon bit into one. The berries seemed quite dry, but taking a few at a time revealed they held sweet juice. He chomped on the tender flesh, his face becoming covered in the thick juice. He continued to tear through the berries, the juice now dribbling off his green muzzle. The jiuce of the dark blue berries was now staining his mouth black.
The little Pokemon was about to dive upon yet another berry, when a noise behind him startled him.
?You seem to really like those Bluk berries, don?t you, young Electrike,? a large Pokemon with a flowing dress said.
The dog-like creature snapped around, drops of berry juice flying off at odd angles from his still dripping muzzle. ?Who are you?? he asked defensivly. ?And what did you call me??
?Electrike,? the large Pokemon answered. ?That is what I called you, as that is what you are. I am Grace, a Gardevoir.?
?Electrike?? the tiny Pokemon asked, obviously confused.
?Oh, you poor thing,? Grace said, realizing the Pokemon was alone. ?Don?t you have any parents??
?No,? the Electrike said sharply. He turned to walk away.
?Wait!? Grace called, but was too late. The Electrike disappeared into the forest.
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The dog-like Pokemon paused in a clearing. He paused, seeing a hole in the base of a dying tree. He climbed in and curled up, his stomach delightfully full.
He realized he didn?t have a name. The Pokemon wished to give himself one, but he knew very few words. He did know enough to hold an intelligible conversation, but there were no suitable names in his inner vocabulary list.
The Pokemon thought of the word the Gardevoir had spoken. Bluk. He tested it out, and found it delightful, better than anything else he had thought of. It would do for now?.
And, with a new name and full belly, Bluk fell asleep in the hollow of the tree.
Please bear with me, as this was rather spur of the moment writing. The idea came and I just started!
Without further ado, here's "Life in the Eyes of Bluk".
Chapter One: Life Begins
A flash of lightning illuminated a dreary scene. A tiny, green and blue egg, seemingly forgotten, shook in a moldy nest. Parents were no where to be found. It was raining, cold and hard, the night was dark and fearful.
The tiny egg shook again. Another flash of lighting revealed a crack had formed in the egg. Whether the crack was from the driving of the rain, the buffeting from the wind, or by the young creature inside, it was going to hatch.
The crack moved steadily down the side, like an outstretched finger. Tiny cracks began to expand from the original break. The egg gave a violent shudder, and a tiny Pokemon flopped out.
The tiny, green, dog-like Pokemon cried out, shocked at the cold and wet of this new world he had been forced into. He shook his large head and crawled back into the molding nest.
The small Pokemon waited patiently for his parents. He instinctively knew someone would come to feed him. He waited and waited, but no one came. The tiny Pokemon cried out again, in a vain attempt to alert his parents that he was here.
Soon enough, the Pokemon discovered he was alone. The little creature sighed and curled up in the rotten nest. The poor thing was soaked, chilled to the bone, and starved. He eventually cried himself to sleep.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The little Pokemon awoke from pains in his stomach. He tried to roll over and go back to sleep, but the smell of mold and mildew was overpowering from last night?s storm. He climbed out, his feet protesting at the cold stone beneath him.
The day old Pokemon began his search for food. He walked along, his nose twitching as he smelled for anything that seemed edible.
He paused at the edge of a meadow. His nose told him something good smelling was nearby. The small Pokemon dove into the grass, moving with infant clumsiness.
He came upon a bush covered in sweet smelling, round berries. The ravenous Pokemon leapt on the bush, crying ?Trike! Electrike!?
The little Pokemon bit into one. The berries seemed quite dry, but taking a few at a time revealed they held sweet juice. He chomped on the tender flesh, his face becoming covered in the thick juice. He continued to tear through the berries, the juice now dribbling off his green muzzle. The jiuce of the dark blue berries was now staining his mouth black.
The little Pokemon was about to dive upon yet another berry, when a noise behind him startled him.
?You seem to really like those Bluk berries, don?t you, young Electrike,? a large Pokemon with a flowing dress said.
The dog-like creature snapped around, drops of berry juice flying off at odd angles from his still dripping muzzle. ?Who are you?? he asked defensivly. ?And what did you call me??
?Electrike,? the large Pokemon answered. ?That is what I called you, as that is what you are. I am Grace, a Gardevoir.?
?Electrike?? the tiny Pokemon asked, obviously confused.
?Oh, you poor thing,? Grace said, realizing the Pokemon was alone. ?Don?t you have any parents??
?No,? the Electrike said sharply. He turned to walk away.
?Wait!? Grace called, but was too late. The Electrike disappeared into the forest.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The dog-like Pokemon paused in a clearing. He paused, seeing a hole in the base of a dying tree. He climbed in and curled up, his stomach delightfully full.
He realized he didn?t have a name. The Pokemon wished to give himself one, but he knew very few words. He did know enough to hold an intelligible conversation, but there were no suitable names in his inner vocabulary list.
The Pokemon thought of the word the Gardevoir had spoken. Bluk. He tested it out, and found it delightful, better than anything else he had thought of. It would do for now?.
And, with a new name and full belly, Bluk fell asleep in the hollow of the tree.
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