ElectricScyther
The lessons we learn
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- Hell on Earth (Or Texas, if you must.)
- Seen Sep 6, 2011
Khufu sighed as the three spies turned to leave for Jubilife City. He couldn't tell if they were reluctant to do so, but he didn't care. His job wasn't to read people's minds, it was as the General of PokeRebel. He turned to leave himself and let his mind wander.
***
A crack of thunder pierced the air, and the rain sunk into Khufu's fur, dripping off and into the grass. Khufu never had been a fan of rain, being a Fire-type, but this time, the rain seemed to carry a message of loneliness, spelled out in each raindrop. Squinting to keep his eyes dry of rain, Khufu's only goal was to put as much distance between him and his former master as possible.
Glancing down at his neck, Khufu saw the dim shine of his ID tag, muted by the dark clouds, late hour, and poor condition. But even in the darkness, the words binding him to his master were still discernible:
Khufu Sphynx
Belongs to C.J. Sphynx
10 Route 212
If found, return to owner
Khufu looked up, seeing a tree off to the left. He changed his course for it, feet splashing in the soaked grass. When he brushed against the rough tree bark, he began chipping the collar off his neck against the tree. The sides were rough enough to make some progress, but it wasn't much. Groaning in exasperation, Khufu leaned his body against the tree to rest.
"Hey! What's going on here? It's a storm, what are you doing out here?"
Khufu saw a Graveler looking down at him with concerned eyes. To Khufu, it seemed the Graveler was actually concerned about his well-being. That meeting would reshape Khufu's thoughts of the world, and even after Magnus was killed, Khufu would always remember him, and the encounter, vividly.
***
Ever since then, Khufu had been able to keep his old identity of Sphynx hidden, but always had feared it would be discovered. Nobody, as far as he knew, was aware of it. But there was still room for fear.
Returning to the present, Khufu asked Silence, slightly softer now, "So what's up? You enjoying the war?"
***
A crack of thunder pierced the air, and the rain sunk into Khufu's fur, dripping off and into the grass. Khufu never had been a fan of rain, being a Fire-type, but this time, the rain seemed to carry a message of loneliness, spelled out in each raindrop. Squinting to keep his eyes dry of rain, Khufu's only goal was to put as much distance between him and his former master as possible.
Glancing down at his neck, Khufu saw the dim shine of his ID tag, muted by the dark clouds, late hour, and poor condition. But even in the darkness, the words binding him to his master were still discernible:
Khufu Sphynx
Belongs to C.J. Sphynx
10 Route 212
If found, return to owner
Khufu looked up, seeing a tree off to the left. He changed his course for it, feet splashing in the soaked grass. When he brushed against the rough tree bark, he began chipping the collar off his neck against the tree. The sides were rough enough to make some progress, but it wasn't much. Groaning in exasperation, Khufu leaned his body against the tree to rest.
"Hey! What's going on here? It's a storm, what are you doing out here?"
Khufu saw a Graveler looking down at him with concerned eyes. To Khufu, it seemed the Graveler was actually concerned about his well-being. That meeting would reshape Khufu's thoughts of the world, and even after Magnus was killed, Khufu would always remember him, and the encounter, vividly.
***
Ever since then, Khufu had been able to keep his old identity of Sphynx hidden, but always had feared it would be discovered. Nobody, as far as he knew, was aware of it. But there was still room for fear.
Returning to the present, Khufu asked Silence, slightly softer now, "So what's up? You enjoying the war?"