|#??? Houndrunt - Runt Pokemon
|The runt of the litter, this Pokemon is usually abandoned by it’s pack to fend for itself.
|Capable of taking hits.
|Astrid was born to a pack of Houndoom, both his mother and father were one, as well as his siblings, but unlike his siblings, he wasn't born as Houndour, but rather, a Hounrunt, and one that held no brown patterns like the Hound's should have. His father was disgusted that such a weak looking pup was born into their family and blamed his mother for it, though she lashed out and said it was his fault, resulting in the two arguing before coming to an agreement that they would leave the young pup in the woods to fend for itself or die, either way, he'd be out of their lives so they can focus on raising the much stronger looking pups in their litter. So his father picking him up and took him as far into the forest as he could go before dropping the pup, and without even a second thought, even as the young Houndrunt cried out, he ran back to his family, leaving Astrid alone in the dark.
Alone and afraid, Astrid cried out for someone, anyone, who could be around to hear him, wanting his mother's warmth and hungry for her milk, but no one came. Eyes not even open, and legs so weak he couldn't even walk, all he could do was cry until he couldn't anymore. Just when it seemed the youngling might end up being taken by the elements, a Mightyena came out from the bushes. It stared at the young pup, shivering from the cold and crying out for it's mother. Looking around, the dark hound saw no one, not a single other pokemon was around to hear it's desperate cries. A look of sadness now on the Mightyena's face as it looked down at the Houndrunt. After much thought, it decided to take it in and raise it as it's own. Better than being left out to die by either the elements or a hungry predator.
It had been two months since the Mightyena had taken in Astrid as her own pup, the two inseparable as she taught him to walk and what was safe and wasn't, telling him to be wary of humans, and not to pick fights with pokemon he probably wouldn't have any chance against. He was a very timid pup, always hiding behind his adoptive mothers leg when faced with a pokemon he didn't know. She told him he should try not to hide, try not to show he was afraid or some pokemon might try to take advantage of him. To try and show he wasn't afraid by holding his head high and looking them in the eyes. Even if he was afraid, he should try not to show it or no one will ever take him seriously. He understood what she said, and tried it many times, but it always ended in failure, him cowering behind either his mother's leg or a tree or rock, anything that he could use to shield himself. His mother only sighed when he did that, but still continued to teach him the ways of surviving in the wild. How to hunt, even though he wasn't very good at it, he gave it his best and that's what counted. She was sure he'd get the hang of it eventually. He was still a pup after all.
It wasn't till his third month that he found he'd need to learn how to survive much faster than he would have liked. His mother could sense something very wrong in the forest. The birds weren't chirping as they usually did this time of day, there was a foul smell lingering in the air as well, like rotten meat, but coming from all directions. The Mightyena had a look of worry, and fear on her face as she looked around in all directions, keeping Astrid between her legs, ears perked and nose high, she surveyed the area. It wasn't till the screams became audible that her eyes shot wide. Without saying anything she picking astrid up by the scruff and ran back to their burrow as fast as her legs could carry her, but they didn't make it before getting cut off by an Ursaring, and one that did not look like it should be standing, let alone walking. Half its face looked like it had been clawed off and there was blood still gushing from a horrible wound in it's side. It stared them down for a few seconds before it lunged at them, Astrid found himself getting thrown into the bushes, his mother screaming at him to run before the bear was on her. Fear in the Houndrunts eyes as he watched, tears streaming from his eyes before turning tail and running as fast as he could, trying not to look back as he heard the screams coming from his mother, his vision becoming blurring from his tears as he just kept going before finding a place where he could hide. A small crack in a rock, just big enough for him to squeeze through as he now sat and waited for everything to end. For the screams to stop, and the sound of paws to stop pounding outside. He tried so hard not to let his whimpers escape him, but he just broke down right there.
When everything was calm, Astrid left his hiding place, too afraid at what he might find if he went back the way he had come, he went the other way, still so sad, and rubbing his eyes every now and again as he just kept going, not even sure where he was heading, his mother always knew where to go, what to do, but now she was gone, and he was left alone in this world. This world that appeared to have gone to hell. He started to lose track of time as he wandered the forests and abandoned human towns, finding what food and water he could, mostly pokemon food from the abandoned pokemarts or centers, or berries he managed to find. He tried to hunt, but there wasn't much left to hunt, everything smelled of decay, and every time he spotted another pokemon, he'd hide, fearing they were like the one that killed his mother, and a lot of the time, he was right. As the time went by, it became easier to tell who was infected and who wasn't, the colouration in their fur or skin changing, as well as other things.
He eventually found himself at the edge of another human town. He didn't like leaving the safety of the forest, less places to hide, and this place didn't look like it held many, but his hunger pushed him forward. Being very wary, his ears perked, and his senses alert as he darted from the corner of one building to another, looking for the one that he remembered had food and water, the mart, or the center, one of them had to be around here. He sniffed around, making sure he wasn't out in the open for more than a few seconds before hiding again. Thankfully his all black fur was good for hiding in the shadows, though the white ornaments his hind were known for didn't help. Eventually finding himself at the steps that led to what he guessed used to be a tower of some sort, but all burned down now, wondering if that happened after everything went south. He'd seen many burned homes since then after all. Maybe he could find shelter in there so he could rest. He didn't like going to bed hungry, but he couldn't find the buildings, and there was a good chance they were empty like all the others normally were. After much thought, he started to make his way up into the scorched tower to try and find a place to rest before continuing his search.
|An all black Houndrunt with mismatched eyes, the left being blue and the right green.
|An extremely timid Houndrunt that has relied on its mother for protection since he was found by her in the wild. Tries to live up to what she had hoped of him, trying to act and look brave in front of pokemon he doesn't know very well like she had told him to try and do so he doesn't look weak, trying to remember her words as he does so. He's very wary around those he doesn't know, normally hiding and waiting for them to pass, be infected or not.
|- He thought he was a Pouchyena when he was young till a bunch of those pokemon told him otherwise, which resulted in his mother telling him the truth of how she found him.
- Doesn't like being questioned about his eyes or fur colouration.
- He's small for his age.
- Hate when people point out how girly his name sounds.
- He has abandonment issues.
|Poisonium Z, Small Satchel
|Female (identifies as Male)
|#758 Salazzle - Toxic Lizard Pokémon
|Filled with pheromones, its poisonous gas can be diluted to use in the production of luscious perfumes.
Nasty Plot (learned)
|Like all Salandit, Dakota was born in the Alola region on Akala Island at the base of the Wela Volcano. Ever since he was young he had always been the curious type, or as many referred to him as, the thieving type, wandering around the volcano and getting into unsuspecting trainers bags, stealing their things for various reasons, mostly because they interested him and he wanted to know what they were or did, but only made the mistake of stealing a trainers pokeball once, when the pokemon inside wasn't too thrilled and scolded him. But even after that he kept on doing what he was doing, taking things he shouldn't that his nest became filled with all sorts of junk, from food wrappers to devices, to random bottles of weird drinks. Even the ones he found to taste terrible, simply because he liked the colour. He'd become rather infamous around the area that the people at the base of the volcano would give trainers doing their island challenge or just there for sightseeing to keep a tight grip on their bag since there was a thieving pokemon in the area. But that still never stopped him from trying to get into them and take a look. He found the funny writing on the things he would take interesting and often wondered what they meant and would find himself sitting in his nest just staring at them for hours as though trying to decode them. He never did.
After awhile he found himself with a group of other Salandit, males mostly, but he never cared. They became sort of like a gang, and with more pokemon around him, he started to think about what was beyond the volcano, in the places the humans came from. They brought such interesting stuff to the mountain, he wanted to know what they left behind, and so he and his little group began to make short ventures beyond their home into the nearby towns. At first they didn't cause any trouble or harm, getting into trash bins and yards being the worst of it, until Dakota wanted to try and get into one of the houses. He'd seen what was in there by looking through the windows, but he wanted to be in there to look at everything up close. What was that box with the moving pictures, what where those things that held all the things with the weird letters. He wanted to know what it all was, and so under the cover of night, he found a house that looked like it would be easy to get into, and devised a plan to break in. It wasn't easy, taking many tries before they finally managed to get in through one of the windows that had been left open just a crack. He wasn't sure how he had missed that so easily, but didn't complain since now he was in. He took everything in as he stood on the windowsill, his gaze shifting about the room before jumping down and beginning to make a mess. Though to him it was just a small price to pay in the pursuit of knowledge, but their commotion didn't go unnoticed, as the lights soon flicked on and he was greeted by a loud scream, before feeling something rough hit him in the face, sending him flying. He and the others scattered as the crazy human swung the thing around before they all jumped out the window and back into the cover of night. The ending of their little adventure might not have been what he wanted, but he had gotten into the house, and that was enough for him. He continued doing this, getting into the houses got harder each time since people were starting to lock up much more securely than before, but he always found a way in somehow.
After a few months of them causing chaos for the people of Heahea City, the humans finally called in some people to take care of them. Mostly trainers to catch them, mostly him since he was pretty much the leader of this band of misfits. The other Salandit didn't seem to do anything on their own without him telling them too. He figured they were just dumb or something, but either way, there time of chaos did come to an end at this cities intervention, and the salandit hunt. All the townspeople wanted was for them to get caught in either a cage for relocating, or in a pokeball to leave with the trainer that caught them, for Dakota, it was the latter. As he was making his way through the town with his entourage behind him, he soon found himself getting hit by a water type attack, sending him crashing against the building he was walking alongside. The others behind him scattered as he lay there on the ground, his mind spinning before shaking and getting back to his feet, now frustrated and hissing at whoever hit him for no reason. To his surprise it was a Samurott, not a common sight around Alola, but he'd seen other trainers around with pokemon like that, so he knew what it was. He spotted the trainer that commanded the water type behind the pokemon itself, looking rather determined as it called out another command. Dakota was able to dodge it that time before trying to make an escape, knowing he didn't stand a chance against a fully evolved water type pokemon, and mostly cause he'd already taken a lot of damage from that water attack, but he eventually felt himself getting hit by it again, sending him tumbling down the street. He found himself unable to get back up, his body aching a little before feeling something else hit him, and then everything around him disappearing. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he'd been caught.
His time with his newfound trainer wasn't as bad as he originally thought it was going to be. He was wary of him at first, yes, but after some time of being with him the human sort of grew on him. Being the one to take orders rather than giving them was also a weird change, but one he sort of welcomed. He eventually found the humans name to be Ryan, and spending time with him was very interesting, and insightful, and he found himself being able to travel much farther in the world than he ever dreamed, and as such he was learning so much more than he ever thought possible for a Pokemon such as himself, who had lived most of his life on a small island. He soon found Ryan catching him to be a door to new places, knew things to learn, and his other pokemon weren't so bad either, aside from a Jolteon, they all seemed really nice, and welcomed him to the team with smiles. He also learned to read the strange writings in the books Ryan had on him, and Ryan even bought him new books when he finished old ones. He was so happy about that. He eventually evolved into a Salazzle, but that didn't really change much about him, he was still as curious and devious as ever, and still got into trouble every now and again. Shame his joy had to end. They were in a place called Kanto when the world ended. Everything happened to fast, and so quickly that no one really had time to react. Time and time again members of the team either got infected with the weird virus that was spreading through all the pokemon, making them violent and bloodthirsty, causing them to attack without reason, and making them unable to be reasoned with. Or separated, never to be seen again. Storm Dakota would sadly suffer this same fate eventually.
Dakota didn't know how long the outbreak had been around for, but he found out early on that he wasn't affected by the strange virus after suffering a wound on his leg. He was afraid he would end up like the others, but when nothing happened, he started to get curious about this virus. Why was he of all pokemon immune? He did eventually figure out it was because of his typing, his poison typing, it was somehow counteracting the virus, but he didn't complain, it just meant he was the best choice to help keep Ryan alive and safe, but he still had to be careful. Just because he was immune didn't mean he was immortal. They were in Johto when Dakota got separated from Ryan. It happened so fast. They were attacked by an undead Arcanine on their way to one of the towns to try and find food before it struck. Dakota fought it off so Ryan could get away, but after managing to bring the beast down his trainer was nowhere to be seen. He called out to him, but got no reply. Worry took over as he searched, but found no sign of him, not hair nor scent. He just prayed he had gotten out alive and was okay, and hoped he'd eventually find him again. He was on his own now, in a world gone mad, but he knew he's somehow manage to make it, he was clever, smart, knew what and what not to do, how to hide, how to find food, and being on his own meant he didn't have to worry about looking out for anyone but himself, that is until he found Ryan and the others again. He tried not to think of the if, and just believed in the when. When, he found them again.
He eventually found himself in Ecruteak City, at least that's what the sign said it was, and even then he took a guess on what most of it said from the dried blood on it, but still, he'd made it this far into Johto, and still no sign of Ryan or any other signs of life. He was starting to think he was the last living pokemon left on this forsaken planet, but he'd keep searching, maybe he'd get lucky. Until then, he'd find a place here to hold up for awhile. Seemed like a better idea then leaving himself exposed in the surrounding forest again.
|A normal looking Salazzle with a two claw scar on his left thigh and a Z Crystal pendant around his neck.
|A very curious Salazzle, he has a hard time keeping himself out of trouble in the pursuit of knowledge and other things, often sneaking into human cities and homes until the day he was caught by his trainer. He tends to get into things he shouldn't and sometimes starts fights without meaning too. Also has a bad habit of not being able to admit when he's wrong. He's smarter than most lizards, and can be just as stubborn.
|- He's able to read and write in the human language.
- Though born a female, he's always felt more like a male, thus why he prefers to get referred to as one.
- Hates having to keep reminding people to call him he, rather then she. Doesn't mind saying it the first couple of times, but having to remind them over and over gets old fast.
- Though he holds a Z Crystal he is unable to use it without his trainer.
- His satchel is filled mostly with food he'd found while wandering around. He tries to eat it sparingly.
- He's always called himself a boy, even when he was little.