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 The Mind is Always Darker, Emily Baker's Development
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 Posted: Dec 3 2017, 06:02 PM
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Everything was falling away into blackness, the fall never ending. Then with a snap, it was all over and the world came into view. The Pokemon squinted open his eyes to be surrounded by more dusty brown Pokemon with black markings and a white underbelly like himself and a long, fluffy tail with a small, rounded face with long moveable ears. The Sentret pups tumbled around themselves in joyful play, the mother Furret watching with uninterested eyes. The Sentret knew this moment, it felt all too familiar to be a random, small moment in the large world. His mind tried to grasp at something that beyond him, in this time he had no recollection of who he currently was. For in this small, insignificant, and happy moment he wasn't Scout, he was Runt, the smallest in the litter and traditionally the name was given out to the smallest in any Sentret litter no matter if they were truly a runt or not. And Runt wasn't the smallest by any significant difference, he didn't lag behind his littermates and he kept up easily.

Runt shook these complex thoughts from his simple head and instead lunged forward to join his littermates in their prey. Giant pushed him down instantly, shoving him into the earth, a cruel smile on her lips. "Oh, so the Runt thinks he's good enough to play with us. Runt isn't good enough to even play with the Caterpie."

"Giant don't be mean, the Caterpie would ground him to dust," Larger added, laughing along with his sister.

Small shook the dust from her ears having been almost beat in a wrestling match with Giant. She stood on her hind legs, nose twitching. "Go on Giant, teach him to know his place," Small snarled.

Runt whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut and wishing it would all end and Giant would get off him. He knew he could expect no help from their mother, her only duty was to keep them alive, she could care less if they hurt each other; she would only look on with interest. Giant curled her claws around Runt's small face, shoving her bared teeth into his face as well, her hot breath swamping Runt's senses. "You think you have a right fight with [/i]us[i]? I think a runt like you is far too weak to even make a blow on Small. Afterall you can't even get up," Giant hissed, pushing Runt's face further into the ground.

Runt whimpered again, tail curling submissively under his belly. He clenched his claws, taking everything Giant sent his way. He couldn't do anything against her and had to take everything. He hated the smallest in the litter. They were always treated poorly and beaten up viciously by littermates. Everyone knew the Runt of the litter would be the first to die and usually always did while Giants always survived to adulthood.

Suddenly their mother leaped to her paws and for a brief moment of hope, Runt thought she might come to his aid. That hope quickly disappeared. The Furret's nose twitched her tail tip flicking. "Back in the den," she warned, eyes staring up at the sky and probing the trees. Giant instantly leaped off Runt, giving him only shove into the hard earth and spraying him with dirt as she took off after their mother back into the hollow, sloping gently into the ground. Small and Larger both scuttled quickly into the den, followed by their mother. Everyone ignored Runt as he slowly pushed himself to his paws, shaking the dirt from his fur and diving into the hollow.

Giant made sure to shove him against the wall, squashing him against the hard earth while the mother rested at the front of the den, staring up into the outside world. "Furret, what's wrong?" Small asked, calling their mother by the proper name, her species name; no one actually knew her real name.

Suddenly a large eye peered into the den. Giant gasped, leaping back and visibly shaking with fear. Runt was frozen with the fear himself, Giant's fear only making things worse. He had never seen Giant so afraid before and it only worsened when they heard the loud and commanding bark before large paws started digging at the den, excited yaps being from outside as the Mightyena began to dig them out. Furret pushed back against her pups, limbs quaking with the fear of oncoming death, but what could they do, there was no way to go.

Suddenly one Mightyena lunged forward, jaws snapping around their mother's neck and yanking her out, throwing her to the ground. Runt flinched at the sickening sound of her snapping neck, a whimper forcing its way out of his throat. Giant screamed in fear, the terror getting to her and causing her to bolt forward, unable to remain any longer. Runt saw it all from where he stood in the dark den. A second Mightyena lunged forward easily, jaws snapping on her tail. It flung her over its shoulder in a torturous game. A third Mightyena joined in as well, slamming its paws into her back, its teeth ripping into Giant's arm, blood spurting up and spraying its muzzle, staining its teeth red. Giant screamed in pain, writhing wildly in her terror and need to escape.

That was all Runt saw before another Mightyena began to dig again, but he never failed to take notice of the sudden absence of the screaming. He would never forget the silence and how much it hurt; it hurt far worse than the sound. He swung his head back to stare at Small and Larger, both frozen with fear and indecision. Runt gathered up his strength, claws lengthening and growing white in preparation, but he hid that from the Mightyena with his body. He wasn't ready to give up, he wasn't ready to die. With a furious scream of rage, he lunged at the Mightyena, claws Slashing across the foul Pokemon's disgusting face. The dog howled in pain, jumping back. "RUN!" Runt screamed to his brother and sister, ducking beneath the Mightyena's legs and making a run for it.

"Don't just stand there you idiots, get them," the humiliated Mightyena snarled.

Runt turned his face from his mother's broken corpse and his sister's bloodied one, choosing instead to look to freedom. He heard a sharp scream behind him but never looked back. He turned sharply around one Mightyena, whisking his tail out of the way in time and ducked beneath another's jaws, using his small size to his advantage. He ran underneath the mutt, diving out the other end and tearing for the trees that marked the border of the clearing that was once his home. He felt fur brush his side and whirled around sharply to send another Slash that way before he realized it was Small, making the same desperate run to the safety of the trees.

Runt's ears swiveled back when he hard the pounding of paws and he scamped to halt in fear when a Mightyena leaped over his head and whirled around to face the two siblings, fangs bared. Small was quick enough and ran head-on into the large beast. It snapped its teeth down instantly, ripping its fangs into her neck, a painful shriek erupting from her throat before he tossed her red corpse to the side.

Runt wasted no more time, twirling back into the Mightyena coming up behind him. It scrambled to a halt, stunned. At the last moment, Runt twisted to the side, darting past its vicious jaws. The largest of the Mightyena snapped at the one who had missed its perfect op[purtunity before chasing after the last and weakest of the pups; after all, every hunter knew the smallest in a litter was by default the weakest. Before it could snap its teeth onto Runt's tail, he gathered the strength in his haunches and gave a powerful leap, sailing into the air. His claws sank into the bark of the nearest tree and he scaled it in a desperate frenzy, sensing he had found safety at last.

He caught his breath, making himself deaf to the furious Mightyena below. When the quaking in his limbs had finally stilled, he leaped to the next tree and deeper into the woods, never looking back...



"Scout wake up!" Emily yelled into his ear, shaking him vigorously. Scout woke with a scream, claws flashing white as he lunged at his attacker. Emily yelped, jumping back. "Scout, calm down. It's me."

Scout shook his head clear of the awful memory, wishing he could just forget that awful day. "Just a bad dream," he muttered to himself, wishing he could make himself believe that's all it was, just a bad dream.

Emily sidled up to the Sentret, hugging him tightly. "It was just a nightmare," she murmured gently into his ear. If only she could understand his pain if only she could understand why he seemed so upset and shaken up.

Scout sighed in relief, taking comfort in his Handler's arms, at least it was over and he had Emily. Besides, if it wasn't for that awful day, he never would've met Emily. He would've been with his awful family, being bullied constantly by his littermates and mother. Scout cuddled deeper into her embrace, squeezing his eyes shut, and wishing he could just forget.

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Hello!

I really enjoyed your backstory to your starter Pokemon; I always find reading these super interested, and I do the same in terms of Nye’s starter Pokemon (Duskull) who’s been around for ages. While these are extremely nice to read, and fun to read, too, I didn’t feel there was anything particularly outstanding about the development between Emily and Scout to warrant an increase in happiness. I will give Scout the note, Starting to trust Emily, though. Good job overall!


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The creature slithered through the bushes, his naturally weak eyes telling him enough information for his fast reflexes to quick in so he swivel around tree trunks and duck under bushes. His weak ears could clearly make out the loud crashing of the human, and he make out her loud cries, disrupting the peace of the forest. If he would take the time to listen, he could make out what she was saying, however he didn't bother to decipher her words.

The Salandit hissed in annoyance, why can't she just give up already! He froze suddenly at the loud snapping and swaying of branches in the trees. He flicked his tongue out, catching the scents quickly before pulling it back into his mouth and pressing his tongue to the roof of his mouth, tasting the scents. He hissed loudly as he smelled the foul Sentret. Only his keen nose told him it wasn't any Sentret, it was Scout.

He took off running again, listening to the forest come alive with the sounds of the chase. He clenched his teeth as he put on a burst of speed and darted into thicker foliage. He stopped suddenly and as quietly as he could under one bush, scrunching up so his whole body could remain hidden.

His senses were swarmed with the sickening sweet smell of the leaves surrounding him and he prayed it would cover his scent from the relatively poor sense of smell the Sentret had. He held his breath, his body going rigid, as the Scout leaped from the trees, landing with a loud thump on the forest floor. A moment later, the human Emily appeared from the trees, huffing and puffing and struggling to catch her breath.

"Where'd he go?" Emily gasped, looking around in bewilderment.

Scout raised his head to the air, nose twitching. "He should be here," Scout grumbled. "There's no mistaking that scent." The Sentret lunged at the nearest bush, growling in annoyance when he found no Salandit.

Salandit bunched up his muscles, ready to spring. He lunged forward with a screech, throwing sand all around him in a Sand Attack. It didn't take him long to disappear again, tearing off into the woods, only this time he heard no one giving chase. He mentally patted himself on the back for a job well done at losing those losers.

Salandit allowed himself to slow down, sucking in a deep breath and allowing himself to relax. Salandit scanned his immediate surroundings, feeling cold. He scurried over to a patch of sunshine, shining down through the trees to turn the ground golden. Salandit laid on the ground, outstretched, to soak up the sun's rays. He'd rest only for a few minutes, allowing himself to warm up, before moving further away from the human and the Sentret...



Salandit jolted awake sometime later when he heard a loud, angry buzzing. He felt himself tense up in fear, ready to run. His tongue brought in the new scents, something he didn't recognize but the smell of a Steel type was unmistakable, a fear ingrained deep within him and passed on through the generations, an instinctive fear held by many Poison types, a fear of Steel. His eyes rose, slowly and carefully as to not startle the angry Pokemon, to make out a blurry red image towering above him as it stood upright on two legs. Salandit let out a hissing shriek, darting forward to race quickly between the Pokemon's legs as it sliced down with large pincers, slamming them into the ground, barely missing Salandit as he took off past the bushes.

To his horror, the Pokemon gave chase, racing across the ground and closing the distance. Salandit's chest began to burn, he couldn't keep up the running for long. Suddenly he twisted around, standing his ground as he shot his best Poison Gas at the Pokemon, hoping to at least slow it down. His eyes widened as it kept coming and in his last moments before the hammer-like pincer slammed down on him, he realized Poison doesn't work on Steel. He squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for death to come. It never did.

He heard a loud grunt and opened his eyes to see Scout taking the blow, having braced himself for the attack with an Endure. Salandit scrambled back out of the way as Scout rolled to the side, the Scizor's heavy pincer finally connecting with the ground.

"Scout use Double Team!" Emily shouted, running to Salandit's side and placing herself protectively in front of him.

Scout peeled his lips back as he bared his teeth, multiple projections of himself shooting out and surround the Scizor to confused the large Bug type. "Back off Bug," Scout growled as one with all his other selves, all of them bristling their fur and copying the hidden original.

The Scizor swung its head back and forth in confusing, not knowing which one to attack first. With an even angrier, sharper buzz, it swung its pincer at the Sentret to its left, the Sentret bursting into nonexistence. "Wrong," the Sentret closest to Emily growled as all the Sentret's vanished into his body. With a screech, Scout lunged at the Scizor slamming a Slash right into the hard armor of its torso.

The Scizor was forced back, shaking off the blow with a grunt. "It'll take more than that Runt," the Scizor snarled. "Now step away from my prey."

"Never," Scout hissed, moving closer to protect Emily

Salandit whimpered, squeezing close into Emily. "Go away!" he snapped, opening his mouth and baring his fangs.

The Scizor took an intimidating step forward, sensing their fear, especially when Scout took another step back.

"I got you Tegu," Emily said in a reassuring voice, holding Salandit close.

Salandit craned his neck up to look at Emily. After all he had done, running away from her and attracting the stupid Bug with his characteristic Salandit scent, why was she protecting him? And now the new name? He loved it! Tegu. The name was great and suited him well.

As the Scizor rose her pincer up again to slam it down onto Scout, Tegu squirmed out of Emily's grip, flying out of Emily's arms and being engulfed in flame as he slammed into the pincer with his Flame Charge, the Scizor's arm flying back from the force.

Salandit fell to the ground with a hiss, baring his fangs. His tail whipped from side to side, ready to keep his balance as he put himself between the Scizor and the Sentret. The Scizor braced itself with an irritated buzz. Emily stood up with a smile, glad the Salandit was finally cooperating. She opened her mouth, ready to shout a command at Tegu, but before a word could leave her lips, Salandit opened his jaws and let loose a fiery Flamethrower that instantly engulfed the Scizor, causing it to disappear from sight as the flames seemed to feel everyone's vision.

Tegu closed his mouth, shutting off the Flamethrower. Everyone held there breath for a tense moment while the flames died and the Scizor gone. Tegu edged forward, sniffing where the Bug had been moments before. A scent trailed appeared in his mind, seeming to overlap his real, yet poor vision. He looked up, the trail disappearing into the woods. He relaxed as he realized the Scizor had fled and the danger was over...

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While this was a somewhat cute development thread, I think it should’ve been more of a training thread as it focused around a battle more than anything. With that said, no happiness will be earned with this thread! I’ll rename the Salandit’s name to Tegu!


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Emily walked through the trees with its thick undergrowth, Tegu scuttling by her side. Her shoulder felt naked, for once Scout was in his pokeball. She wanted to spend sometime bonding with her Salandit, and considering the two Pokemon didn't seem to like each other, she thought it best to keep Scout tucked out of the way. Emily stopped, Tegu running into her leg. He hissed in annoyance, why did she insist on "bonding".

"I think here would be a nice place to stop," Emily declared, staring into the bright sunny clearing. "This used to be my favorite spot in the woods when I was younger," she said with a happy sigh as she waled into the clearing and sat down, leaning against the trunk of a large oak. Tegu slid cautiously in the clearing, cautious of what Emily would do next. However, he could resist darting fully into the clearing, eager to soak up the sun's rays; it just felt so good and warm on his back.

Emily smiled. "I thought you might like this place. I figured that since you're a reptile, and they're cold-blooded," Emily explained.

Tegu flattened himself to the ground, stretching his body as much as he could. His eyes were half closed and he let out a sort of hissing-purr as he felt his body slowly and comfortably heating up. He barely even acknowledged his Handler's presence as he basked under the sun.

Emily used this minute, while Tegu wasn't looking, to inch closer to him, pausing every so often to make sure he wasn't looking. Tegu's eyes snapped open when he felt a hand slide along his scaly hide. He swung his head to the side to snap his teeth at Emily and she darted her hand away quickly. "Alright, alright," Emily yelped, holding her hands up, palms open in an innocent gesture. "I'll stop."

Tegu relaxed then, laying his head back down to the earth as he absorbed the warmth. This felt so good! He couldn't remember the last time he just sunbathed. It had to be before he got captured. At this thought, he shot his Handler a glare, anger welling up. He felt imprisoned and trapped. He whipped his tail at his Handler, slapping her hard on the arm. "Hey!" Emily protested, leaping back and clutching the arm. It didn't hurt too much, but this wasn't the progress Emily was hoping for.

She sighed, standing back up. "Do you want to play a game?" she asked.

Tegu looked up, eyes half closed in distrust. He cocked his head to the side, an obvious indication of his question. Emily looked around for anything she could do. She picked up a stick, "What about catch?"

Tegu grunted and hissed his displeasure. "You mean fetch," he growled. "What do you think I am, a dog?"

Emily dropped the twig with a sigh. "I'm trying, you know," she sighed, exasperated. "The least you could do is try back!"

Tegu looked away, still disinterested. "Fine, then was do you want to do!?" Emily demanded, before taking in a deep breath to calm her anger. "We'll do what you want."

Tegu blinked one eye open at her. "I doubt you'd want to do what I want," he growled, shaking his head no at her.

"Come on," Emily begged. "You don't want to do what I want, you don't want to do what you want. Please do something!"

Tegu sighed, giving in. "Fine," he groaned. He slid quietly from clearing, indicating Emily to do the same by hissing at her when she followed with her noisy foot steps. Emily froze before crouching down to creep through the woods with her Pokemon. Tegu paused briefly when he heard the skittering of a Pokemon and pushed quietly through the bushes to see a Patrat foraging in the undergrowth for food to bring back to his nest.

Tegu licked his lips at the sight of the juicy berry the Patrat had clutched in its paws. Before it could place it in the cheek pouches, Tegu released the sweet smell of his pheromones, letting the wind carry the smell to the Normal type. Emily plugged her nose quietly, waiting to see where this was going, though she had her ideas.

The Patrat froze, sniffing the air before it stuffed the berry into its mouth to drop onto all fours to chase after the sweet smell. Tegu then calmly slid from his hiding place to meet the Patrat as it stood back up and took the berry from its mouth, willingly giving it to the Salandit. "Wow," Emily commented, watching as Tegu gladly took the berry and ate the whole thing, all while the hard working Patrat watched.

Tegu looked back at Emily and smiled. "This is what I like to do," he purred, licking the juices from his lips. Tegu smiled to himself. This was the first time he was able to keep whatever he stole to himself. Before, he had always been forced to give it to Mother, and they'd be lucky if she allowed them to eat the scraps.

Tegu then turned back to the Patrat, feeling the flames build up in his mouth before shooting the Ember at the Patrat. The rodent squealed in pain, snapping out of its trance. It instantly turned tail and fled, darting back into the bushes and trees, probably to lick its wounds. Tegu smiled charmingly after it. This was sooo much more fun when he didn't have to be worrying about Mother.

Emily yelped, having not expected the attack. She sorta felt bad for the poor Patrat, but she was finally getting somewhere with Tegu and wasn't about to ruin it. "What else do you like to do?" Emily asked.

Tegu glanced back at Emily before turning all the way around. There was one thing he had always done with the Harem, harem in this instance meaning the other males that were in Tegu's wild harem of males and a single Salazzle. He sniffed the air for something that might be useful for his game. He smelled the scent of freshly killed prey nearby and pushed through the trees, charging toward the smell. "Wait up!" Emily cried, chasing after him.

He skidded to a half as he caught sight of a recently killed and half-eaten Ratatta. Emily instantly covered her nose at the smell. "I know, isn't it great?" Tegu growled, crawling over to it carefully. He ripped a large strip of the pelt off, before swinging it back towards his Handler. Emily stepped back, startled and not sure what he expected her to do with it.

Tegu groaned, rolling his eyes. She was acting like a hatchling, not sure what to do with the pelt. He shook his head vigorously, shaking one end of the pelt and causing it to swing wildly from side to side. Emily approached cautiously, touch the bloodied scrap of fur. She groaned inwardly, the things she was willing to do to bond with Tegu.

Emily gingerly picked up her end and Tegu instantly pulled back, trying to rip it out of her hand. Emily instinctively tightened her grip but was still pulled forward. "Hey!" she yelped, grounding her feet into the dirt and yanking on her end, understanding the game now. They spent a few minutes, pulling back and forth, each struggling to gain control of the pelt.

With one last, vigorous yank, Tegu ripped the pelt from his Handler, holding the strip of pelt high in his triumph. "I never lose," he growled victoriously. That actually wasn't true. Before he had been captured by Emily, he had always lost to almost everyone in the Harem. He only ever lost to the weakest member.

The two of them both traveled back to the sunny clearing, Tegu dragging the pelt behind him, struggling to hold it off the ground as a trophy of his victory over Emily. Emily had offered to carry it for him, but Tegu had growled at her, refusing to let anyone take his trophy away from him. They spent the rest of the day in the sunny clearing, Tegu sunbathing and soaking up the warm sun. It was only when the sun was going down for the day, Emily stood up to call her Salandit back into his pokeball. He however hissed her away, cowering away from her. Today had been so great and fun, he wasn't about to get locked back in his pokeball so he could be forced to do whatever Emily asked of him.

Emily stepped back, not wanting to force Salandit to do what he didn't want to do. "Tegu, you have to go back. Besides, do you really want to be out at night when there's no hot sun to keep you warm," Emily said, trying to make him want to return.

Salandit took a tentative step forward before pausing. It was true he didn't care about being in the pokeball during the night, but who knows when he'd be let out again, locked away from the sun. At this he glanced forlornly at the disappearing sun and never wanted to leave it.

Emily thought for a moment before crouching at her Pokemon's side. "How 'bout this? You go in your Pokeball now, but you can come out of the Pokeball whenever you like. That way you can still do the things you want, like sunbathing," Emily offered, holding the pokeball out for Tegu to accept the deal.

Tegu hesitated, thinking on it. That definitely was preferable. That way he could be in his pokeball during the times he didn't want to, but when Emily was somewhere he'd want to be like in a hot, sunny clearing, he wouldn't have to wait for his summons. He nodded his head in accepted, tapping his head to the Pokeball and letting himself disappear inside.

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