Sangue
She hovered just under the surface of the water, clinging to the reeds in the shallow end of the lake so as to prevent herself from resurfacing. Patiently she had been waiting, taking gulps of air from the reed she had sticking out of her mouth as she scanned the sky above the lake. A white fish with orange patterns and a particularly menacing horn on its forehead swam past her; the fish had seen the Eevee long enough to figure that she wouldn't be attacking it anytime soon. Still, the Goldeen figured a display of power would be the best course of action, as it would definetely discourage any thoughts of eating that the Eevee might've had. It sped for the surface, its horn poised in the air. The Goldeen then lept out of the water, performing a double flip as the water it had upset sparkled around it. However, the beauty of the sight was lost on this black Eevee, and though her blank expression did not change, her blood red eyes let out the tiniest glint of victory.
As the Goldeen was showing off, it was spotted from up above by a particularly hungry Pidgey. The bird dove in for the kill, trilling happily as it spotted what it thought was its dinner. However, this just was not to be. Just as the Goldeen was realizing its foolhardy mistake, the black Eevee pushed off the ground under the shallow water, spitting the reed from her mouth and tackling the Goldeen. She positioned herself just right, and the fish that she hit sailed over towards the nearby shore. The tan and brown bird that had dove downward was still in a state of semi-shock, and it hovered near the water just long enough for Sangue to complete her plan. As she traveled back down towards the water, she wrapped her forepaws around the leg of the Pidgey and dragged it with her. The tiny bird struggled, though its flimsy wings were rather useless under the pressure of the water in the lake. It wasn't long before the bird ceased struggling, and a steady stream of bubbles flew from its mouth. In its panic, the bird began to take in large amounts of water, which soon filled its lungs to the brim and decisively drowned it.
Sangue then resurfaced, taking in large gulps of air. She dragged the water-logged Pidgey to where the Goldeen had landed; the fish itself was not too far from the shore. Sitting herself next to her meal, she looked happily to the bird and pressed her right forepaw into its chest. She pressed downwards, and a small stream of water spurt out of its half-open beak. The black Eevee then moved her paw from its stomach to its beak, and adjusted it so that it looked like the beak was opening and closing.
"'Would you like a drink to go with your meal ma'am?'" she voiced in, pretending to be the bird, then made as if to reply to it in a very proper, mocking sort of voice, "Oh, why yes, yes I would. But, just something simple like water would be fine for me, a-thank you. 'Very good, ma'am.'"
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Luahana
He skipped along the path, a bright expression adorning his face. Then again, there was rarely a time when this little white Eevee wasn't positively brimming with happiness. He remembered the fire Eevee, the one who burned lotsa things, she said that they needed to meet 'somewhere' before sundown. And yet, for the life of him, he couldn't remember where that 'somewhere' was. This information did little to discourage him; he figured he'd just wander around until he spotted at least some of the pack. Even just finding one of them would be okay. They all probably had a better memory than he did. And maybe, just maybe, this clan might need him. The fact that he was told they all should meet up together told him that these Eevees might actually want him around, no matter how he looked. And so he continued on, happily searching for his newfound friends.
The few creatures he passed either stared at him or kept their distance. Not a single one of them could tell what gender he really was, due to his being feminine-looking from the start off. His scent did nothing to help in this case, and he often had to explain to people just how he could smell like vanilla when he clearly wasn't owned by any sort of trainer. Luahana just simply told them that he smelled like a certain flower that smelled like vanilla itself, and that was his distinct scent. Most of the city pokemon who had any vague idea who he was either kept their distance, or were simply just polite to him without getting too close. After all, it's pretty hard to fit into a society where one can tell which gender the other is just by catching a wiff of their scent. But, he didn't really mind. Or at least, he didn't seem to notice that people thought him to be strange.
His thoughts were brought back to reality as he suddenly found himself unable to move forward any longer. He had absent-mindedly walked himself right into a tree, and he let out a tiny yelp of pain as he tumbled backwards. The blue flower he had tucked behind his ear fell out of place and drifted to the ground as he rolled over onto his side. He struggled dizzily to his feet, his aqua colored eyes spinning in and out of focus as he attempted to find out what had caused him to fall back in such a manner. The tree loomed innocently before him as he regained his bearings, and he smiled up at the tall plant before him.
"Silly tree, getting in my way like that. S'not very nice, ya know. I've already been told lotsa times that I don't 'need to incur anymore brain damage,'" he chuckled, his childish voice not taking on a distinctly male or female tone, "I suppose I'll have to forgive you this time, but next time you might not be so lucky."
He smiled kindly at the tree as he trotted around it, picking up the flower that had fallen and doing his best to get it back behind his ear again. Once he was satisfied with it, he continued onward. He saw up ahead what he hoped were three Eevees that belonged to his pack: two males and a female by the look of it. The younger two out of the three appeared to be getting ready to leave again. This struck him as odd. Why would they be leaving if we were all supposed to meet here? Still, he didn't question them. Perhaps they really were from a different pack, or maybe he missed the meeting, or maybe he had more time to find his pack than he originally thought. It's hard to calculate just when sunset is, anyway. He made his way over to the group, positioning himself near the youngest of the Eevees. Luahana immediately noticed the goggles perched on Sonic's head, and proceeded to poke them once or twice before grinning.
"You, sir, definetely know how to pull this look off. I've always thought goggles were kinda silly, but yours suit you nicely, uh..." he cast his gaze towards the ground, apparently trying to think very hard, "Geeze, I'm so sorry, but I can't remember any one of your names..." he wracked his brain, searching for some inkling of the memory, but could come up with nothing.