◥𖦛╩𖦛◤WARNING: Child harm
A dark forest shrouded in mist. That's his only memory- the only thing he had ever known so far.
The froakie hatched from his egg only months ago, wandering around the cold darkness. He didn't have a mother- a father... He didn't even know what a mother and father were. And this didn't feel right. He felt so alone, yet not alone at all. He felt so confused, yet insightful.
Nothing will save him now. He was in danger, danger he didn't believe in. What does pain feel like? Sorrow? Anger.. He only knew two of those three things.
The froakie hopped around blindly in the forest, not taking as much mind of his surroundings as he should. The scent of fresh pine, the small prick of twigs under his sensitive hands, and the cold air around him freezing his small body.
The froakie has been living off of berries and river water throughout his short life, only getting the idea to eat and drink by copying other wild Pokemon. With the just berry diet though, the froakie looked.. Scrawny. Malnourished. Weak. His body will probably never grow properly at this rate.
He looked up, staring at the pink and orange streaked sky, dotted with small early night stars. He didn't seem to appreciate the view as much as he should have, not understanding what was so good about it.. Yet he kept staring at it. He kept staring at it while he continued hopping, not looking down at his surroundings. He kept staring, until the sky turned a dark indigo, and the once dim stars twinkled brightly, complementing the moon. He kept staring until he heard the roar of a rushing river near him.
He kept staring until he bumped into something.. Or someone.
The froakie was very surprised by this, of course, whipping his head back down to stare at what he bumped into. His vision was a bit blurry for the faintest of moments after looking up for so long, his neck feeling a bit sore, but he could make out the round shapes and curves of.. Another froakie. They looked paler in color, a bit bigger, and their eyes were a deep violet color. The smaller froakie had never seen a shade of purple that beautiful before, so he stared at them, etching their deep violet color into his brain. Even so.. He couldn't help but feel as if the taller froakie looked a bit sinister, getting a little territorial all of a sudden.
They both sort of just stared at each other for a while, unblinking, unmoving. Only the sound of rushing water and wind whistling through the fresh pine trees was heard, not a peep from the two. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.. As if one of them would attack each other at any moment now.
The smaller froakie backed away a bit unconsciously as dead leaves crunched beneath his small feet. The other froakie's eyes widened for a reason he didn't realize. He was so focused on the other, that he couldn't hear the sound of the river getting louder.. and louder.. Until he fell.
He felt himself falling and falling until he felt a sharp sting on his back. He didn't notice until now that he fell into the ice-cold foamy black water, the river thrashing him about and submerging water over his head. He was too weak to struggle- he probably couldn't have even fought that froakie off. Before he went down though, he whipped his head up, panic-stricken, and the last thing he saw was the other froakie's once entrancing, now ominous deep violet eyes staring at him before he went underwater.
The froakie struggled to get above the surface, feeling water being forced down his throat every time he tried to struggle above the water, losing more oxygen the more times he had to swallow the foul stuff. Stray twigs and stones cut his arms and legs with impact, one almost getting dangerously close to his eye. He attempted to make more frubbles to protect his small body, but even those got carried away by the river, being soft, and weak. His once kicking legs and thrashing arms weakened their movements, his body almost shutting down completely because of the cold and the energy he was wasting, the river taking more advantage of that, as he got thrashed to the bottom. He felt a sharp pain, and he swore he could hear a crack as he hit something hard, and everything went black.
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ESTRANGER: Champion
Action"He felt himself falling and falling until he felt a sharp sting on his back. He didn't notice until now that he fell into the ice-cold foamy black water, the river thrashing him about and submerging water over his head. Before he went down though...
