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The Chronicles of Blackwind
By: Shiguya Retomasi
Category: Pokemon
Genre: Romance/hurt/comfort
Status: Incomplete
Rating: M for language, violence, innuendo, and themes

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon
Summary: Fate is not always kind. Sometimes she stacks the cards against us, making life nearly unlivable. Yet, even in the worst times, love can bloom. For one unlucky Umbreon, the journey to find his true calling has just begun.

The fires burned low, casting an eerie glow through the clearing; the flickering light illuminating a scene of chaos. A lone Flareon was fighting for his life against a pair of Mightyena; his bright red fur streaked with mud and clotted blood. His attackers were equally injured; both of them bearing fresh burns and bites, yet the two black dogs were faring much better than the Flareon. They were used to the pain, being the elite hunters of their pack, and you don’t get there without a more than a few scars.

The three were locked in a deadly ballet of attack and counterattack; each determined to win. The Flareon, growing desperate for escape coughed out a thick cloud of smoke; blanketing the area in a choking haze. He then ran toward the largest of the fires, his breathing becoming labored from the exertion.

He was a few feet away from the burning brush when a large shadow ball struck him dead in the back, fracturing his shoulder blades, and sending him tumbling to the blackened ground with a sickening crunch. The Flareon skidded across the ground, dirt and ash grinding into his wounds.

He whimpered pitifully as the pain coursed through his body, leaving him immobile. He closed his eyes and waited for the cold embrace of death to take hold, hoping only that it would be quick. He could hear heavy footsteps approaching where he had fallen; they weren’t bothering with stealth this time, as their prey wasn’t going anywhere.

The Flareon shuddered when he felt the hot breath of his attackers along his neck; he feared what they might do to him before killing him much more than dying. Rumors of Pokèmon, both male and female being raped horribly before being torn apart were rampant in the forest, and his attackers looked the type to do it.

“You were hard to find,” the first Mightyena growled darkly, ignoring the heat. “But we did. Reaper will be very pleased…”