In René’s emerald eyes, Rusboro City was nothing but an eyesore. A bland, ugly place littered with the crumbling, angular buildings that the humans had once called home. Even in their decrepit state, the ninetales was adamant that the original structures were only a slight improvement on the city’s unsightliness. However, hunger was forcing him back onto the empty, bloodstained streets. Having spent several days wandering the surrounding woodlands, René had been desperate in his attempts to reconnect with the beauty of nature. It had been far harder than he’d expected. Only few aged trees were left unmarred, the usually sweet-smelling air tainted with the aroma of death and of course, the undead and their victims. There was no end to them. A shiver swept down the canine’s spine at the thought of them – their empty, hating red orbs as they indulged on the flesh of the innocent. The ninetales would never
grow accustomed to the violence, even as the land continued to perish at the hands of the monsters. He was convinced that there had to be something left – a flicker of warmth and happiness that was giving the survivors the desire to live on.
Slim legs carrying him through the dusty streets, the ninetales remained ever alert, body tensed as his eyes scoured the landscape for danger. Whilst he was by no means a battler, a strategist or anything that could help maximize his chances of survival, René had learnt well that nowadays open spaces were very much no-go areas. Stifling a gulp, the fire-type quickened his pace, darting into the shadows cast by the remaining buildings in a bid to go unnoticed. Unfortunately, all chances of his subtlety were jeopardized in a sudden coughing fit. The back of his throat raw as he was unable to silence the agonized, sickly coughs, the same familiar flicker of blood soon emerged on the ground beneath him. He wanted to forget, to suppress the fact that his tuberculosis had reached such an aggressive stage, but there was no denying now; he was dying.
His eyelids flicked open at the final cough, his mouth moist with the irony tang of blood as he took a moment to regain his stature. If the noise hadn’t been bad enough, the exhaustion that the fit had triggered was bound to place him at a disadvantage. Eyes watering slightly from the pain, René wasted no time in moving on. He could only pray the city was as barren as it looked. However, as he quickened his pace, a small group of survivors suddenly exploded into his line of vision. Lost for words, the canine simply stared at the creatures for a moment, his mouth hanging agape as he gradually processed their presence. Was he dreaming? No, surely not. If he were dreaming, his illness would have vanished – everything would be perfect. Glancing over his shoulder, a broad grin soon stretched across René’s bloodstained maw.“Bonjour!”
The joy reverberating from that single word could have filled an entire stadium. The ninetale’s tired, yet youthful face, instantly alight with an incredible happiness at the sight of fellow pokémon. Though it momentarily disappeared at the reminder he was in an English-speaking land. “Oh… ‘Ello!”
He repeated, his French accent ringing strong to deny his roots in his beloved Paris.
As he neared, the canine’s smile only strengthened as his green eyes wandered across each of the gathered creatures. He recognised none of their species, only more excited at the fact there was so much more to discover in this world. Slowing to a halt, he gave a quick, polite tilt of his head.“’Ow lovely to meet you,”
Having always struggled with the pronunciation of the letter ‘h’, it was habitually skipped in his speech. “My name is René,”
The canine flashed a pleasant smile, his fangs still flecked with blood. Before he could offer anything more, he suddenly found himself distracted by the red water-type. She was beautiful; her allure hypnotic as she smiled over at the strange insect-like being. Never in all his years had he witnessed such beauty – such unique, joyous colourings to accompany the natural, extraordinary appeal of women. Whilst he was by no means a ‘ladies’ man’, René had never been able to explain nor control his utter worship of the female variety. They were goddesses on earth - beautiful, gentle creatures that left him a constant state of awe. This vaporeon was no different. He smiled at her, expression almost humble. (( If you didn’t already know, the keyboard shortcut for é is alt 130. :3 ))