(Old) Unexpected Union | Umbreon X Sylveon

Chapter 1

Keir was lying on his left side; the pain he was in was immeasurable. "Arceus fucking DAMN IT!" Keir screamed as he struggled to stay conscious. He looked back up to where he had fallen, punching himself mentally for being so stupid, as a mix of rain, tears, and blood continuously ran down his face.

He couldn't really see the cliff face through the rain, but he could tell he had fallen—or rather, tumbled and rolled—at least 10 feet, probably more. Just from the pain alone, he could tell he had sprained or broken his left hind leg. He couldn't bring himself to look towards his injured leg, just in case he could see his bone poking through his skin.

"Why didn't I just fight back? Why didn't I defend myself against that fucking asshole?" He spat as he struggled up and started to limp down the dirt road, leaving a small trail of blood droplets as he went.

He soon came across a stream; because of the storm, he couldn't see himself that clearly in its reflection. He could see the large gash above his left eye, evidently from his father slashing at him. Blood obscured most of his vision from it, but he didn't care, not right now at least.

He had a few more deep cuts and scrapes from falling down the mountain, but they weren't his main concern as of right now. After a few minutes of heavy breathing and building up courage, he looked over his left shoulder.

His left hind leg was indeed broken, and the bone was out of place, showing slightly through his skin. The visual made Keir feel queasy, so he forced himself to look over to his side but still felt his eyes drift over to his leg, trapped by morbid fascination and horror.

His side had the large bite mark his father left. No matter what he told himself, he was critically injured.

Keir sighed and began to speak to himself: "Am I... really going to die in this storm all alone? I see no village nearby, so no Pokécenter. Maybe it's... further up the path, I just hope it is anyway..."

He continued to hobble along the dirt path, going over a small wooden bridge before seeing something off to his right, a relatively small-looking cave.

"It doesn't look like much, but at least I'll have somewhere to stay until the storm passes, if I even last that long." Keir mumbled pessimistically to himself. As he got closer to the mouth of the cave, he saw a small clump of leaves on the floor. He brushed it off, as it could've been blown in from outside or it was an old Sewaddle nest.

Keir slowly walked inside. Before he could get a better look at his shelter for the next few hours, though, he heard a loud thwip.

He snapped his eyes down and saw colourful ribbons coiling around him—two around his paws and another firmly gripping his neck. Out of the shadows stomped a very pissed-off-looking Sylveon.

"What the hell do you think you're doing coming into my den? Trying to steal.. my..." she trailed off as she saw the gash above Keir's eye and his broken leg. She gasped and loosened the grip of her ribbons. Keir took the opportunity and gasped to get as much air into his lungs as possible. He didn't say anything for a few seconds while he caught his breath, adrenaline rushing through his veins once more.

"I-I-I'm sorry for intruding in your d-den, I just ne-needed somewhere to say until the storm p-passes and I d-didn't know it was o-occupied." Keir stammered, shaking slightly from the sudden rush of adrenaline and fear. The Sylveon said nothing; she looked utterly shellshocked at the sight of his wounds, almost... paralysed.

"Wh-what happened to you?" She murmured in a more hushed tone than before; the sudden shift in her behaviour was jarring. Keir took a moment to let himself catch up before speaking.

"I... don't really w-want to talk about it..." He mumbled as tears began to prick his eyes again. Keir looked away from the Sylveon, who then bent down to his level.