How he’d managed to lose himself on the godforsaken island remained a mystery to Vincent. He could hardly remember how he’d wound up there, let alone held the ability to navigate his way through the vast expanse of the area. With his luck, the feline had probably been trudging around in circles – it would certainly explain the lack of food and muddy pawprints eerily similar to his own. Of course, he was bright enough to know nothing was following him. Whilst he didn’t have the greatest sense of direction, Vincent prided himself on his acute hearing. Even the slightest rustling of leaves would pique his curiosity, but in the last few days, he’d inhabited close to silence. Well, except for the occasional natter he had to the egg in times of extreme boredom. Many would think him crazy – a grown luxray trying to converse with a humble pokémon egg, but it soothed him. Knowing that he was in the presence of another being eased the loneliness, even more so due to the unborn child’s parentage. Hidden beneath the fragile, creamy shell lay the last little reminder of Vincent’s lost love, Lily. Well, love wasn’t the correct word, it was more... adoration. He’d been utterly smitten by the ninetales, but alas, she’d found happiness in a pompous brute of an arcanine. Vincent’s fur bristled at the memory of the mutt, reminiscing all the times Rowan had relished in effectively kicking his ass.
Shaking away the thoughts of the past before images from that
horrendous day could manifest themselves in the feline’s mind, Vincent slowed to a halt. His jaw was killing him. He’d been wandering aimlessly for a few hours, carrying the egg delicately between his fangs and now the corners of his mouth were aching. With a sigh, he gently lowered the egg to the ground, leaving the unborn life at his paws whilst he began a series of mouth exercises to alleviate the pain. Vinny was no stranger to the aching accompanied with transporting the egg about, and usually a short break would numb the pain enough to resume the process. “There we go...”
He muttered to himself as his jaw gave a satisfying click. He smiled lightly, lifting his head to the breeze before a glimpse of blue caught his attention. Yellow eyes widening, the feline’s grin intensified as realization hit him – the sea! If he could fashion some kind of boat maybe they’d be able to flee this damn place. “Look, kid!”
The excitement was evident in his tone and he moved to retrieve the egg. Instead, a berry suddenly flew past his face, rolling towards the shore. It had practically scared the living daylights out of Vincent, and in his panic, he’d nudged the item at his paws. Before he had chance to react, the egg had begun trailing the berry, practically racing it across the beach.
Vincent burst less than elegantly onto the shore, flustered and steadily repeating the word ‘shit’. The pokémon gradually gathering nearby were the least of his concerns as he desperately scrambled after Lily’s child, skidding in the sand as the egg rolled dangerously close to the lapping waves. “No, no, no, no, no!”
With a final effort, the luxray leapt forward, a flurry of sand kicking up behind his form as he dived for the egg. Relief swept over him as his arms acted as a barrier, his paws encasing the egg in front of his face to bring the item to an abrupt halt. He sighed heavily before beginning to laugh to himself, almost maniacally in his relief. However, the sudden sensation of water against his face soon silenced him, and Vincent quickly retreated, pulling the egg to safety with him. He hated water. Shaking his head furiously, the salty liquid stinging his eyes, the luxray kept a paw protectively around the egg before his blurry gaze fell onto the figures in the distance. “What the...?”
He was convinced he was seeing things. Maybe some kind of mirage, a sick illusion that tempted him with the promise of company and safety. But no, they were still there. A vaporeon and some kind of ghostly looking creature were conversing, right there, on the beach. He shook his head in disbelief, his mouth hanging agape as if some kind of freak show were parading before him. Vincent had nothing to say, instead opting to stand dumbfounded like the clumsy idiot he was.