Lost Soul (Quest)

When mid afternoon swept through the forest both Squall and Doom were hot and bothered. Though the trees aided in blocking out the sun no wind could penetrate the sweeping foliage and so the air was thick with heat and humidity. Doom himself was even uncomfortable though he enjoyed the heat. They'd been searching for the better half of the day with not even a inkling of a trail.

"So much for being a great Hunter." Squall muttered under her breath. She had always enjoyed being out doors so when the thought of being a collector of pokemon had entered her mind she'd taken to it in full force. Or so she had thought. With Growlithe being a canine and having such a strong nose Squall had thought that this mission would be easy, but it was in fact not in the least. The girl who had asked them to find her companion had pointed strait into the forest and stated that her Glameow had only raced away minutes before. At first the two had felt confident in their tracking skills but when the trail had gone cold their confidence had died.

The branches above and to the left of them suddenly started to rustle followed by a harsh bird call filled with rage. Doom snarled in response, snapping his teeth as a wild pokemon chose that moment to make itself seen. The bird flew over their heads, its sharp talons aimed to take off a pound of flesh or even an eye. Both Squall and Doom ducked low to the ground to avoid the assault, each of them wanted to keep their body parts where they were. Straitening slightly Squall twisted so that she could watch the bird land swiftly on a branch. Squall realized that the Wild Pokemon who had attacked them was in fact a Fletchling she felt kind of stupid for freaking out as she had. It had speed and agility on its side but the bird was small and not very high on the power scale.

"You have a lot of guts for such a little bird!" Squall couldn't help but be impressed with the fact that when faced with two larger opponants the Fletchling still had the gonads to stand up to them. The only warning the duo had before the Fletchling swooped down from its perch again was a ruffle of its feathers. They ducked again, though when they straitened once more they were ready for the battle that was about to ensue. "Alright Doom, you know what to do!"



Squall reached into one of the many pockets of her backpack, making sure to keep an eye on the wild pokemon as she did so. She would need some of her own items if she was going to help Doom fend off this aggressive Fletchling. The bird didn't pause to land this time and with a flick of its tail it was back tracking, making sure to keep its wings tight against its body so that it picked up speed. Doom was ready this time, he didn't dodge this time, instead he launched himself into the air by his powerful hind end. Without more than a snap of his teeth the bird was between his jaws. The Fletchling let out a high pitched squawk that was filled with pain and horror. Squall herself had finally wrapped her hand around the items she had been looking for and pulled it out with a flourish of her wrist.Doom landed steadily on all four paws, the bird flapped its wings half-heartedly to try and loosen its body from its trap.



"Don't kill it!" Squall exclaimed, revealing the Pokeball in her palm. "Hold fast!" Doom obeyed loyally and held the bird between his jaws as the empty pokeball came soaring through the air at his face.

WC: 639