The Forsaken entry 11

Entry #11

A passing cloud covered the street in shadows, Suishou stretched, revelling in a cool breeze that ruffled her fur as she cricked her neck. Licking her lips briefly, Suishou darted down the pot hole riddled alley, her soft paws patting over the cold tarmac.

"We'll split up to find him!" Tomio's words came to mind, "You take the East, and I'll take the west, and we'll meet up when we either found him, or got some food!"

"Its good to say to meet up..." Sighing as she sat on the cold alley, she looked up to the gathering clouds and their looming darkness. "But if you don't say where, we won't find the other before nightfall..."

A cry of excitement drew her gaze, looking over; she could see a lush green park, filled with a bright myriad of colours from the vast variety of Pokémon and trainer alike. She hummed the first few words of a song as she walked up to the chain link fence, blocking her from the trainers.

"He might be in here..." She murmured silently as she started to scratch away at the ground, forcing herself under the fence before emerging with mud and dirt cloaked legs, scowling at her mess, she trotted to the array of Pokémon and trainers.

"Okay Zayu! One more time!" A trainer with dark brown hair called as he tossed a plain red Frisbee that a menacing looking Scyther leapt into the air, expertly batting it back to the trainer without so much of a scratch on it.

"Must be nice.." Suishou sighed forlornly as she watched the Scyther return to its master for a treat. "Still, I don't have time to lose; I need to find him..."

Slowly, she walked through the park, watching a sea of loving trainers and their Pokémon, feeling a growing emptiness in her heart, looking up to the sky, only to see two menacing looking trainers dressed in black leather, one with a blond Mohawk and the other with a cue ball.

"Just what have we here..." The Mohawk trainer lowered his sunglasses. "A stray Espeon..."

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