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Mountains West of Blackthorn City | Afternoon 
The wind was gusty and chilling as it whipped over the rocky ridge of a nameless mountain to the west of Blackthorn City. Above the treeline, there were few obstacles to the raging wind; it blustered easily over the craggy stones and tugged at the sparse bushes and bracken of the bleak terrain.
In the white, even light of an overcast sky, something rather like a yellowish blur came to a halt on the windy ridge. The cool wind tugged at her long, pale fur and nine tails, but did not affect the temperature of the elegant fox pokemon. Ujue the ninetails surveyed the rocky region above the treeline and the forested land in the deep, forested valleys spread around her. Rather disjointedly, she noted that the pads on her small, lithe paws ached, and that she would probably have to eat soon. At a slower pace, she set off down the side of the mountain to find, if nothing else, a shelter in the trees to get out of the wind.
As she walked, Ujue remained alert to any sounds of movement around her, but tried not to think about the source, or her own bodily needs, at all. After that day in Mahagony[sp] Town, that horrible, cursed day when Ujue first witnessed the toll of the undead, she rarely stopped running. After her beloved trainer Shaena’s death, before the outbreak, she took up the habit of running only where her feet took her; now, after the outbreak, she kept running because stopping meant that she had to engage herself, had to observe the world in which she couldn’t scent the wary forest pokemon anymore, only the stench of the undead. She had to observe that her own fur, which should be a gentle and elegant ivory gold, was covered with ash and burnt flesh from the most efficient way she could completely destroy the undead pokemon with her fire-type moves: use Flamethrower until their bodies were brittled and charred on the outside, then quick-attack to break them into burnt, bloody, decaying pieces. . . . The wind stank like decay . . . and she was so, so alone . . . better to run than live in this world
But for now, Ujue tired. She searched for a mountain stream to was of the grime clinging to her fur--since there was probably infected flesh on her, she couldn’t wash herself off properly for fear of becoming infected. Flame worked too, but she had to raise such a blaze that it attracted curious undead pokemon for miles around, an experience that she never wanted to repeat again.
Finally, through the quiet woods, she spotted it: a stream! It smelled clean and cold, like a glacier, and it was the aqua blue of glacial water. Ujue greedily lapped at the water before wading into it. After a time, Ujue splashed back to shore and lay on the soft moss. She was hungry, but for now, a sleep like black velvet curled around her senses. . . .
***A/N: Unlike most fire pokemon, Ninetails can swim.***
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