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This is an old FF that I decided to continue. It's about a fake Trapinch evolution that I made up that will eventually be revealed throughout the story. I've never written a fan fic from a Pokemons point of view so this should be interesting.
(Note: This contains some blood, violence and gore, this may be increased as the parts go on. Don't say I didn't warn you.)
Part 1
I sit just under the surface of the desert sand; the top of my head just above so only my eyes could be seen. My prey is near. From all angles I'm invisible. I'm ready to catch that female Flygon. She pauses in the air and lands on a nearby dune. She uses its wings as shade while she rests.
I sink under the sand and burrow my way towards it as quickly as though I was swimming. That was how well adapted my species were. We may have had over-sized jaws lined with more teeth than a shark, but that was how we were. If the Original One had not want us to be how we were, than we wouldn't be here.
The Flygon shakes its head, ridding herself of the flies and prepares to take off. Just as it does, I strike.
I give a roar and launch myself out of the sand. The Flygon gives a shriek and tries to go higher. I latch myself onto her tail and pull her to the ground. She snarls and kicks out with a foot. A lash of her tails rips her from my grasp causes a long and deep slice along her tail. She is bleeding heavily and rather seriously but she ignores it. She does a small bound off the dune and takes flight, gliding slowly along the surface of the sand.
I'm hungry and not about to give up.
I leap and dive under the sand, burrowing my way towards her. Instead of striking her however, I leap up in front of her from below. She turns and flies straight up, exactly where I want her to go.
"Rock Throw" I growl as I point one of my hands towards her.
Rocks rain from just above her, forcing her back down to meet me. One hits her wing, sending her crashing down.
"Dragon Breath!" she growls when she regains her feet.
White hot flames come scorching towards me.
I dive out of the way but not before my tail, despite being short and flat was hit. I suffer a small burn.
"Crunch!' I roar as I leap and chomp down hard on her neck.
She screeches and attempts to throw me off; I feel her blood dripping into my mouth. We sit there for a few minutes while she struggles but I will not let go.
Weak from the loss of blood, she gives a last kick of her legs and a beat of her wings before she collapses. She is dead.
I growl, and start to cover up her scent.
Even though we are born the same, as a Trapinch, we evolve into two very different creatures. Flygon and my kind, Tramaule, are very different. They chose the power of flight over the power of Psychic. Yes, I'm a Ground/ Psychic type, the only one in the Pokemon world.
I start digging a burrow for which I will hide the dead Flygon, for now, while I cover up the scent of her. Just above our nostrils is a small gland that can release a smell, nice (to attract) or horrible (to repel).
I breathed out that horrible smell all over the area where we had battled. I unburied the Flygon, and carried her out. My jaws were large enough to carry her but not to hide her which I did. It would be a long walk home if any Flygon decided to turn up.
Fortunately none did appear so I reached the main home lair safely, a very large sand dune with only one way in, one way out. Cliffs border the right hand side of the desert and provide shade to dune. The two guards at the entrance nod in greeting to me. The one on the left, Debris, spoke to me.
"Mornin' Rebel, nice catch you got, wanna to share it?"
Despite the body in my mouth, I still manage to talk, "Nah, I got her down good and I'm not about to give her up."
The other guard, I think his name Tyro, growled, "Those Flygon would've wished they were never born, eh?"
We have a good old laugh at those foolish Flygon before Debris tells me quite seriously, "Oh yeah, almost forgot, the queen needs you urgently Rebel, I just remembered now."
The queen needed me? It must be serious.
I rush along the long tunnels towards my nest, a medium sized room made for me. All it contained was a nest made from old leaves and twigs but it was still home. Adjoined to that was the Army Meeting Room. I was the Captain of the army, the only higher rank then I was the general and queen.
I place the Flygon body in my food stock, another room, small this time, where old bones of previous food lay and the occasional meat. I toss the Flygon in and head out into the tunnel. Two of my sergeants greet me.
"Morning Captain!" the fist one says, "The queen needs to-"
"See me? Yeah I know. I'm on my way." I answer, "Also I expect you in the meeting room at 1300 hours."
"Sir, yes sir!" they chorus before trooping off down the tunnel.
I watched them go, then turned and walked down the opposite end of the tunnel while thinking about the meeting with the Queen I was about to have.
Ten minutes late I reach the Chamber of Peace, the queens' room. I gulp and knock. Her room was in the actual cliff and not sand.
The queen, a beautiful Shiny Tramaule, was also my mother. She was also the mother of about 1/5 of the nest (there was about 500 of us).
She turned and smiled at me. Female Tramaule are smaller than us males and their mouths are a lot smaller too.
"Rebellion, so good to see you again." She smiles sweetly.
I give a small smile before asking "You wanted to see me?"
"Ah yes. I've had a most extraordinary vision."
I say nothing so she continues. "I have foreseen that Darkdon will return."
"Darkdon!" I exclaim "Are you sure? He can't, and he won't!"
"Yes I'm sure, but I'm sure its nothing. The guards at Daichi Prison will keep him in." she replied "I for one am still worried. The army should be prepared."
I bow my head "I'll see to it your majesty."
She nods and turns away. That's my cue to leave.
Later that day, 1800 hours or 6 o'clock, I meet most of the army. I reach the head of the room and clear my throat.
"Okay, Attend-hut!"
The Tramaule soldiers jump up and salute me.
"At ease soldiers." They return to a bored slumped position of the floor.
"Now, as many of you know, I met with the queen just a few short hours ago." I pause for a breath. "She has had a vision of Darkdon returning."
The room exploded in shocked and scared voices.
I held my hand up for silence.
"I can make you a promise troops. I'll see to it that security is increased around and in Daichi is tightened." I make a face. Visiting a prison is not high on my favourite things to do, "Also, we need more tightened security around here. Debris, Tyro."
The two guards jump to attention.
"Yes Captain?" a bored Tyro asks.
"I need you to train more guards and get more of them, soon."
"Why again?"
I growl. "Cause Darkdon may be busting out of prison and coming after us!" I roar "Now pay attention!"
The room was silent. One of the ways I got to be Captain was my roar. It made Tyranitars cry apparently according to Debris.
"Right, now," I say "We have to discus tactics. Now here is our current plan…."
The rest of the meeting goes by in a blur. We discussed many things like tactics, planning, positions, troops, location and numbers to name a few. Finally at 2000, I let them go.
"I'm exhausted" I moan to my younger sister Sun, "It's a nightmare being a Captain!"
She gave me a questioning look, "You signed up for it Bro. Deal with it."
I glare at her, "Am I not allowed to complain once in a while?"
"Nope."
I give another glare from my position on the floor. I see her grinning, "I'm only kidding. You sure you can walk home?"
"Well I got to go sometime." I answer, "Yeah, I better go. See ya later Sun."
I get up and hoped out of the room. The tunnels are empty, rather unusual for a night like this.
"Everyone's probably down in the Fight Ring or something'" I thought. The Fight Ring was, well basically a Ring where fights took place. Many liked to bet their Shiny Rocks on the outcome. Shiny Rocks were our currency here.
When I reached my room, a Tracrunch, my pre-evolution was waiting. Their about half the size of me, have longer jaws and can only crawl around in a manner similar to a Crocodile. In fact that's what they resembled.
In this ones jaw he held a rolled Dew Leaf; a special plant only grew in the Secret Oasis that resided in a cavern below the cliffs, where only we can get to it.
"Message from the queen" he growled. He dropped the rolled Dew Leaf, tied together with a length of desert grass, which I know realised was a scroll.
"She wants you to message back, Captain" he added.
I quickly read the scroll. The sap of the Dew Leaf plant had been used as ink.
"Dear Captain Rebellion," it said.
I've received word that their want to transfer Darkdon to a different prison- one much closer to here. In the morning, I need you to travel there and convince them not to. If he's closer, he'll be more devoted to escaping."
"Yours sincerely, The Queen."
I turn to the Tracrunch "Got a stem I could use?"
He nods. "Here you are," and hands me one from in his jaws.
I quickly splatter a note on the back of the scroll.
"I've received your message and will be leaving shortly. It'll be much quicker to go at night due to fewer predators and due to being cooler weather. Captain Rebel."
I pass both the plant stem and scroll back to the messenger, "Quickly now boy, take these back to the Queen. I'll be gone before you get there.
He salutes, "Yes sir!" before darting off.
I run off down the tunnel in the opposite way. After navigating through the sandy tunnels, I exit the lair.
It's a cool night. I breathe in the cool night air. All I can see is the silver coloured dunes and the night sky, twinkling with a million stars. I sigh but it's a good sigh. It's time for me to begin my journey and stop Darkdon, the lord of darkness.
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Yep, that's Part 1. So yeah review it. I also felt like doing a character summary:
(Note: This contains some blood, violence and gore, this may be increased as the parts go on. Don't say I didn't warn you.)
Part 1
I sit just under the surface of the desert sand; the top of my head just above so only my eyes could be seen. My prey is near. From all angles I'm invisible. I'm ready to catch that female Flygon. She pauses in the air and lands on a nearby dune. She uses its wings as shade while she rests.
I sink under the sand and burrow my way towards it as quickly as though I was swimming. That was how well adapted my species were. We may have had over-sized jaws lined with more teeth than a shark, but that was how we were. If the Original One had not want us to be how we were, than we wouldn't be here.
The Flygon shakes its head, ridding herself of the flies and prepares to take off. Just as it does, I strike.
I give a roar and launch myself out of the sand. The Flygon gives a shriek and tries to go higher. I latch myself onto her tail and pull her to the ground. She snarls and kicks out with a foot. A lash of her tails rips her from my grasp causes a long and deep slice along her tail. She is bleeding heavily and rather seriously but she ignores it. She does a small bound off the dune and takes flight, gliding slowly along the surface of the sand.
I'm hungry and not about to give up.
I leap and dive under the sand, burrowing my way towards her. Instead of striking her however, I leap up in front of her from below. She turns and flies straight up, exactly where I want her to go.
"Rock Throw" I growl as I point one of my hands towards her.
Rocks rain from just above her, forcing her back down to meet me. One hits her wing, sending her crashing down.
"Dragon Breath!" she growls when she regains her feet.
White hot flames come scorching towards me.
I dive out of the way but not before my tail, despite being short and flat was hit. I suffer a small burn.
"Crunch!' I roar as I leap and chomp down hard on her neck.
She screeches and attempts to throw me off; I feel her blood dripping into my mouth. We sit there for a few minutes while she struggles but I will not let go.
Weak from the loss of blood, she gives a last kick of her legs and a beat of her wings before she collapses. She is dead.
I growl, and start to cover up her scent.
Even though we are born the same, as a Trapinch, we evolve into two very different creatures. Flygon and my kind, Tramaule, are very different. They chose the power of flight over the power of Psychic. Yes, I'm a Ground/ Psychic type, the only one in the Pokemon world.
I start digging a burrow for which I will hide the dead Flygon, for now, while I cover up the scent of her. Just above our nostrils is a small gland that can release a smell, nice (to attract) or horrible (to repel).
I breathed out that horrible smell all over the area where we had battled. I unburied the Flygon, and carried her out. My jaws were large enough to carry her but not to hide her which I did. It would be a long walk home if any Flygon decided to turn up.
Fortunately none did appear so I reached the main home lair safely, a very large sand dune with only one way in, one way out. Cliffs border the right hand side of the desert and provide shade to dune. The two guards at the entrance nod in greeting to me. The one on the left, Debris, spoke to me.
"Mornin' Rebel, nice catch you got, wanna to share it?"
Despite the body in my mouth, I still manage to talk, "Nah, I got her down good and I'm not about to give her up."
The other guard, I think his name Tyro, growled, "Those Flygon would've wished they were never born, eh?"
We have a good old laugh at those foolish Flygon before Debris tells me quite seriously, "Oh yeah, almost forgot, the queen needs you urgently Rebel, I just remembered now."
The queen needed me? It must be serious.
I rush along the long tunnels towards my nest, a medium sized room made for me. All it contained was a nest made from old leaves and twigs but it was still home. Adjoined to that was the Army Meeting Room. I was the Captain of the army, the only higher rank then I was the general and queen.
I place the Flygon body in my food stock, another room, small this time, where old bones of previous food lay and the occasional meat. I toss the Flygon in and head out into the tunnel. Two of my sergeants greet me.
"Morning Captain!" the fist one says, "The queen needs to-"
"See me? Yeah I know. I'm on my way." I answer, "Also I expect you in the meeting room at 1300 hours."
"Sir, yes sir!" they chorus before trooping off down the tunnel.
I watched them go, then turned and walked down the opposite end of the tunnel while thinking about the meeting with the Queen I was about to have.
Ten minutes late I reach the Chamber of Peace, the queens' room. I gulp and knock. Her room was in the actual cliff and not sand.
The queen, a beautiful Shiny Tramaule, was also my mother. She was also the mother of about 1/5 of the nest (there was about 500 of us).
She turned and smiled at me. Female Tramaule are smaller than us males and their mouths are a lot smaller too.
"Rebellion, so good to see you again." She smiles sweetly.
I give a small smile before asking "You wanted to see me?"
"Ah yes. I've had a most extraordinary vision."
I say nothing so she continues. "I have foreseen that Darkdon will return."
"Darkdon!" I exclaim "Are you sure? He can't, and he won't!"
"Yes I'm sure, but I'm sure its nothing. The guards at Daichi Prison will keep him in." she replied "I for one am still worried. The army should be prepared."
I bow my head "I'll see to it your majesty."
She nods and turns away. That's my cue to leave.
Later that day, 1800 hours or 6 o'clock, I meet most of the army. I reach the head of the room and clear my throat.
"Okay, Attend-hut!"
The Tramaule soldiers jump up and salute me.
"At ease soldiers." They return to a bored slumped position of the floor.
"Now, as many of you know, I met with the queen just a few short hours ago." I pause for a breath. "She has had a vision of Darkdon returning."
The room exploded in shocked and scared voices.
I held my hand up for silence.
"I can make you a promise troops. I'll see to it that security is increased around and in Daichi is tightened." I make a face. Visiting a prison is not high on my favourite things to do, "Also, we need more tightened security around here. Debris, Tyro."
The two guards jump to attention.
"Yes Captain?" a bored Tyro asks.
"I need you to train more guards and get more of them, soon."
"Why again?"
I growl. "Cause Darkdon may be busting out of prison and coming after us!" I roar "Now pay attention!"
The room was silent. One of the ways I got to be Captain was my roar. It made Tyranitars cry apparently according to Debris.
"Right, now," I say "We have to discus tactics. Now here is our current plan…."
The rest of the meeting goes by in a blur. We discussed many things like tactics, planning, positions, troops, location and numbers to name a few. Finally at 2000, I let them go.
"I'm exhausted" I moan to my younger sister Sun, "It's a nightmare being a Captain!"
She gave me a questioning look, "You signed up for it Bro. Deal with it."
I glare at her, "Am I not allowed to complain once in a while?"
"Nope."
I give another glare from my position on the floor. I see her grinning, "I'm only kidding. You sure you can walk home?"
"Well I got to go sometime." I answer, "Yeah, I better go. See ya later Sun."
I get up and hoped out of the room. The tunnels are empty, rather unusual for a night like this.
"Everyone's probably down in the Fight Ring or something'" I thought. The Fight Ring was, well basically a Ring where fights took place. Many liked to bet their Shiny Rocks on the outcome. Shiny Rocks were our currency here.
When I reached my room, a Tracrunch, my pre-evolution was waiting. Their about half the size of me, have longer jaws and can only crawl around in a manner similar to a Crocodile. In fact that's what they resembled.
In this ones jaw he held a rolled Dew Leaf; a special plant only grew in the Secret Oasis that resided in a cavern below the cliffs, where only we can get to it.
"Message from the queen" he growled. He dropped the rolled Dew Leaf, tied together with a length of desert grass, which I know realised was a scroll.
"She wants you to message back, Captain" he added.
I quickly read the scroll. The sap of the Dew Leaf plant had been used as ink.
"Dear Captain Rebellion," it said.
I've received word that their want to transfer Darkdon to a different prison- one much closer to here. In the morning, I need you to travel there and convince them not to. If he's closer, he'll be more devoted to escaping."
"Yours sincerely, The Queen."
I turn to the Tracrunch "Got a stem I could use?"
He nods. "Here you are," and hands me one from in his jaws.
I quickly splatter a note on the back of the scroll.
"I've received your message and will be leaving shortly. It'll be much quicker to go at night due to fewer predators and due to being cooler weather. Captain Rebel."
I pass both the plant stem and scroll back to the messenger, "Quickly now boy, take these back to the Queen. I'll be gone before you get there.
He salutes, "Yes sir!" before darting off.
I run off down the tunnel in the opposite way. After navigating through the sandy tunnels, I exit the lair.
It's a cool night. I breathe in the cool night air. All I can see is the silver coloured dunes and the night sky, twinkling with a million stars. I sigh but it's a good sigh. It's time for me to begin my journey and stop Darkdon, the lord of darkness.
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Yep, that's Part 1. So yeah review it. I also felt like doing a character summary:
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