"Maybe someone will find you, and give you more attention than I care to give." My Mother stated as she sat me down in the opening. I was vulnerable to everything. I didn't know what to say. All I knew to do was to reach out for her. I stopped halfway when she glared at me. I watched as she looked at me, top to bottom. I desperately searched for any sign of regret or sadness in her eyes, and even tried to observe her emotional aura, but to no avail. Hatred stained both her aura and look. At this point, I knew why she was like this. Ever since I hatched, she did nothing but stare at the markings I was born with, and not to mention, she had never given me a name. She just referred to me as 'boy'. Not once had she ever said she loved me, and now, I had begun to believe it. "You're a disgrace, boy." Mother growled. "Stay where you are, and don't you dare follow me." I stared at her, tears beginning to block my vision. Slowly, I nodded, letting out a defeated whimper. I watched as Mother turned away and walked back into the forest. I did as I was told, staying in place. Suddenly, I heard the crunching of leaves. My head rose instantly, looking around frantically. I watched as a Zoroark peeked his head out of the bushes, his different colored eyes glowing in the tame moonlight. I let out a whimper, backing away. He didn't exactly look like the friendliest illusion fox that I've ever seen. He slowly crept out of the bushes, slowly standing on his two claws. "Well well... what's a tiny Ralts like you doing here?" The Zoroark asked in a gruff, low tone as he crept forward. Now, he was right in front of me, kneeling down. Much to my dismay, rather than attempting to eat me... or whatever a Zoroark would do to a Ralts like me, he laid his claw on my head, caressing it much like a trainer would do to their Snubbull. Maybe he'd take me in? Maybe he'd protect me from any dangerous Pokemon. I let him wrap his claws around me, and pick me up. I tried to remain as calm as possible. "Where is your mama, anyways?" Was what he would have said, before he cut himself off. He had noticed the stripes on my arms and legs. The stripes that ruined the possible relationship with my own mother. My once hopeful look had faded to a sad, defeated look once again. I looked at him silently, as he stared at these cursed markings. He looked... rather angry. Suddenly, he pulled me into a hug, a hug so tight I could almost hardly breathe. "She's gonna wish she was never born, kid." He knew her. He hated her. This Zoroark... was he...
"Father?"
The Zoroark Nodded.
