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[ Faraway Island // Late Afternoon ]
It was hot. Really hot.
I had been on the island for many days and it had never been so hot before. But at least I had a little luck- there was a fantastic place to rest that hid my small body well. In the middle of the island there was a whole bunch of impossibly tall grass, the think stalks of vegitation high above my head. I had attempted a few times to investigate the entire vast stretch of just grass, but each time the call of a faraway undead or a rumble of a storm approaching would send me scuttling back to the safety of the edge of the green 'forest'. Thus I had never managed to venture more than a few meters into the wild grass, simply because of my cowardice. That is where I was then. I was far enough into the grass that no one could dream of seeing me, but at the same time I was still close enough to see through the green to the surrownding areas. My less than two foot height was almost completely smashed into the moist ground from where I hid.
My thick midnght pelt felt oh so hot in the fading sun. Even as the closest star sunk down lower and lower into the sky, the heat still got to me. The orangey sky painted the landscape eerily as the afternoon slowly made it's way to give away to night. My large ears were flattened against my head in uncertainty, my pechy eyes regaurding the sky as I panted softly. It was a little degrading, laying there with my legs sprawled around me and my mouth slightly open, a small tounge flickering in and out as I released heat as well as breathed, but I had bo more choice. Not like anyone can see me anyway... My eyes flashed with silent pain as I lowered my head further, pressing the furry ears flatter against my head in defeat. I have always been alone. And now I will always be alone... This island has become my prison. My breathing was fast and shallow, hot air entering and leaving my body as my ribcage heaved up and down from where I lay. I missed Tyson. Tyson...
My small head suddenly landed upon my frossed forepaws, my eyes narrowing in sadness. I had not had a proper meal in days. There was an abundance of water, hence the extreme vegitation, but living Pokemon... Let alone sleeping living Pokemon... Were becoming harder and harder to come by. My body was already weak. I turned on my side, bringing my extremely long haired tail around to nearly cover my small black body in the tall grass. I am going to die, starving, like I deserve. Like I deserve...
An involentary whimper escaped me, softly drifting into my fur from barely parted lips. I needed someone sleeping... Someone nearby who was sleeping... And fast.
This is thinking.
"This is speaking telepathicly."
"This is speaking outloud."
Hope that makes things clearer C: ))