Lost Apple

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It was a calm cloudy day when Trace managed to escape Shadowhue forest after being saved by Jet the Buizel. The cloud troubled sky seemed to be doing nothing else but blocking the sunlight and giving everything a subtle gray tone. It is likely that most village Pokemon were at home in case the gray carpet overhead decided to drop it's payload of water into the village. Trace fist have such a home to take shelter in.

The Electrike crested a hill and was rewarded with a pre-emptive view of the small pond. In the still air the water had turned into a mirror that reflected the sky overhead; turning the water an interesting silver color. Somewhere near that pond was a tree that stood out from the others, not because of height or size. Underneath this tree was an hollowed out alcove perfect for a small animal like Trace to call home. In fact that was exactly what it was for the several days he'd spent around Grassveil before he ended up lost in the forest.

The Electrike continued his way down the path, his black eyes wandering through the trees lining it. His goal was simple: grab the apple he had left in his den then return to Jet. Nothing could be simpler and easy! In fact Trace was more focused on how he could possibly pay back the life debt he owes than where he was going. As such he is likely to run into something that he shouldn't...

The ribbon glowed again, Zera touching his paw to it and a small disc like item giving off a bright glow as memory was given to the houndour. He felt that this was a good time to use the TM he had managed to gather enough money to buy. He may have been a scrooge about land, but money was worthless to him unless he desired something such as this technical machine. The glowing faded, as a new move was taught to the houndour.

"Heh, sure. I'd be glad," the hound spoke, prepping himself into a stance to hold his ground. Flames began to leak from his jaws before he even started to open his mouth, fire pouring out of his mouth in a spiral heading straight towards the Electrike. The flames were no longer a weak Ember, but a strong Flamethrower that could travel farther distances than Ember, and deal more damage. This was not a fight the electrike was going to win...

When Trace heard the comment from the houndour and not the echo of his own footsteps signifiying that the chase was on he looked back at the fire type, a pit of worry settling inside him. He noticed his opponent bracing for a stronger attack; small tongues of uncontained fire spewing from the aggressor's maw. That did not look like the embers he'd endured thus far.

Frozen like a deer in the headlights, the electric dog stared in horror as his opponent opened his mouth. A solid stream of fire carved a spiral path through the air, roaring as the greedy flames devoured the oxygen. The instinct to survive kicked in and Trace dropped, flattening himself to the ground as best he could. It did little to save him. Pain lanced through the electrike as the fire bit his backside, aggravating the damage he'd suffered earlier and severely burning him. Trace's pained screams mingled with the roaring fire as it passed over him.

Once the flamethrower has run its course Trace struggled to his feet. Clearly defeated he tried his best to quickly limp out of the victorious Houndour's territory without a word. What was left to say anyways? He had failed, and had the burns to prove it. Could he face Jet like this? No, h-he had to get away!

Holding back tears the Electrike did the only thing he did best. He ran, ran from the pain that hunted him no matter where he went. His burnt back made it harder to move freely, but he managed to ignore it.

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As the houndour unleashed the pillar of flames, he felt a sense of pride swell within him. He howled in victory as the Elektrike fled, shouting to the heavens, "MY TURF! MY RULES! MINE! MINE!!"

The energy from the fight still flowed within him, tossing himself about his territory showing his aggression. He burned the den, burned the land within his territory, scaring any who came near with what had seemed to them to be absolute lunacy. He had successfully defended his territory, this was his moment. He finally stopped, thinking. He had to go bigger. This was just a small portion of some area, he needed something more. More territory, that was it. He needed a bigger territory, but not here. It was boring here. So, where shall he go?

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