The Forsaken entry 6

Entry #6

Litter was strewn all over the pot hole riddled alley; every window on every house was broken, and every door had more holes than Swiss cheese. Suishou glanced uneasily between Glameow and Tomio, as the door slowly creaked open and a small paw protruded through the shadows.

"Lucian?" a quiet voice called out. "Are you back?"

"It's me." The Glameow mildly replied. "I brought them as well."

Slowly, the door inched open more and a small Pichu stood in the door, her ribs were poking against her skin.

"Where are we?" Tomio looked to 'Lucian', his words shushed by the child.

"We are at a 'sanctuary' for abandoned Pokémon." Lucian mildly replied. "However, I'm too frail to 'gather' things from trainers, and there are not many trainers willing to just give food to the forsaken leftovers of other trainers."

Tomio seethed slightly under his breath. "We're not just leftovers, 'Lucian'."

"Oh?" Purring slightly, Lucian licked his lips. "Then what trainer do you cling to?"

Donning a battle stance, Tomio flicked his head back, his yellow ribbon riding on his growing aura. "We don't NEED to 'cling' to one."

"Just as I thought." Lucian superiorly lifted his nose to Tomio. "You're just some trainer's sloppy seconds."

"Take. That. Back." Tomio advanced on the Glameow, a vicious dark aura escaping his fur as his markings shone radiantly, completely illuminating the open doorway where- "...You'll get whats coming later."

Tomio grumbled as his aura dissipated and his markings dulled, looking to where the small Pichu was now cowering in fear from him.

"Tomio..." Suishou sighed quietly, her pleading eyes looking sadly into his own. "Please don't cause trouble here..."

"The big bad Pokémon here isn't going to hurt anyone." Lucian walked to the Pichu, placing a heavy paw on her shoulder. "Now, go back inside and tell the others we’re here."

Turning back, Lucian smiled a crooked grin, raising a paw to invite the two inside...

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