[Size difference, Feral, Pokemon]
Today Charizard was hungry, after awhile of sleeping undisturbed in his cave, Charizard had grown tired of being tired. The fully evolved dragon Pokemon took to the skies from the mouth of his cave with a few gentle flaps of his large wings.
Orange scales glinting in the light, Charizard made sure to lift himself above the streaming white clouds.
It was peaceful there, silent with the white noise of wind. And it was a good way to avoid being seen. With his improved dragon sight, Charizard could see past the veil of clouds to peer down at the ground below.
Something large like a Miltank would be a good meal, the pudgy pink cow pokemon were not too uncommon if he looked long enough. Charizard yawned, smoke filling the air as he did so. The time of year seemed to be bright and sunny, Charizard couldn't recall exactly what time it was, Pokemon rarely kept track.
In all his time Charizard never once recalled being very particular about the weather, or the scent of the wind, or the type of food he ate. He was a simple dragon, one who enjoyed curling in caves and sleeping for weeks on end.
But this day felt different. The scent of the wind made his scales prickle with heat, and made his nose itch with pollen. The sun was warm, and the world felt like it was suspended in a paradise. He felt hungry, but suddenly, as abruptly as a hiccup or a yawn, he felt the desire to do more than eat.
He felt the desire to pass on his seed. Charizard was unfamiliar with what lurked under the scales between his lower pelvis. He was uncomfortable almost with it, as when it swelled and threatened to break free it felt uncalled for.
Settling himself with a low growl, Charizard scanned the ground for something to soothe either of his desires.
A Pikachu was too small for either, so were the bird types, the fish types. It seemed the air grew thicker and heavier with each passing minute that Charizard could not find a solution.
He had been gliding on wind currents, but now he flapped, and then dove. The ground would be easier to search, and he was growing increasingly restless.
The large orange fire type soared downward, speeding like a rocket up until just before he hit soil. At that point he opened his wings and glided over the grass just below him, searching its intercut maze of undergrowth for anything he could catch.
Charizard whipped his head from right to left, surveying the trees to his left and the ocean to his far right. The land in-between that was open, covered in stones, overgrown weeds and grass, and burrows and stumps.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw a flash of bright orange and glanced, hopeful. It was disappearing into the forest, somewhere Charizard would find it difficult to follow. But he wouldn't give up. With a movement of his thick wings he spun between two oaks, and landed onto the ground just within the shadowy wood.
Frantic, his eyes darted until they located the fleeting orange fluff. It wasn't another one of him, but he was too desperate now to care.
Ripping up soil and moss, the dragon leapt forward, moving aside branches that snapped against his strength, and flattening rows of fern and bramble. He bounded and leapt, zigzagging like a cat following a light until he finally caught up to his target.
It was a Flareon. He pounced. Desperate, he contained it underneath his body, huffing and growling with the effort of his long flight and rough hunt. At any moment he could flatten himself against the small creature, but instead he simply caught his breath, and then waited for it to stop trying to escape.
Charizard, after several minutes, uncurled himself from around Flareon, carefully, assessing the creature's reaction. It was frozen in fear, curled against the soil and breathing quickly.
