Generations (POKEMON-TRAINERS OPEN)

[I AM DONE WITH CS]

Nyan nodded. It sounded fine to him. He sat and raised his head, his ears perked as he watched her.

[Zwallow]

Rusl shifted his position, sitting forward excitedly. A good battle always seemed fun to him. Just so long as neither pokemon or trainers aimed to hurt the other seriously. He crouched down to peer out of the shrub he sat beneath. The persian looked strong, and he worried for the trainer and her newly caught pokemon. Rusl new neither pokemon would be hurt badly, considering their friendship. Rusl assumed they were friends, anyway.

[Wilte]

(( ADSfdlkjfkl. Mogurew got destroyed? D: Does that mean he's not coming back? Oh dear. No, not Mogurew! XD He's so cute. . .))

[Wilte]

Kasper

Kasper daintily stepped off of the warm boulder he had been resting on, shaking his milky fur lightly. He smelled other pokemon nearby -- perhaps there were some in the area. He also detected the unmistakable scent of a trainer within the forest, and wondered where he or she might be. Though he was always up for a fun battle, he wasn't very sure he wanted to be sneaked up on. The grass was wet with raindrops, though the rainstorm, he guessed, was already long gone. He glided his usual way along the forest floor, almost like a ghost in the shade brought upon by the trees. He sighed contentedly, pausing a few seconds before continuing to wander.

[I AM DONE WITH CS]

((Well he did make a cracking noise. It doesn't mean you killed him. It just means you broke something and/or gave him amnesia.))

[Wilte]

(( 0_0 Ohmygoodness. Not good. -kicks Rancor-))

[I AM DONE WITH CS]

((-refrains Wilte from doing so- >:U))

[Wilte]

(( XD ))

Rancor's legs felt like logs; detached and unstable, as he approached Mogurew more slowly. He wasn't sure what kind of shape the poor pokemon was in; or exactly how he would be able to help him. As if he could help. Looking back on past events, perhaps he'd be better off if Rancor just ditched him. But he couldn't do that, now.
He looked down at his limp body in a detached way, as if he was somewhere up in the trees. A moment ago, they had only been resting near the burrow (which was also in ruins), and now, thanks to himself, he had made a mess of the rare happy moment. He did not have any potions, and knew little about berries - his owner never fed him any. He couldn't carry him to safety; he might injure Mogurew more so. He felt lonely and empty, and regret tugged at him as he stared. He would give anything to see Mogurew get up and shake his claws at him, and say its okay. But he had a feeling that wasn't about to happen.
In his anxiety, Rancor had been plucking at the thing on his wrist, his parting gift from his old trainer. His motions stopped, and he looked down at it. Suddenly, before he even knew what he was doing, he was slipping it off of his wrist and placing it on one of Moguruw's arms, making sure it was secure. He gave this kind stranger the only thing he had to offer.

[I AM DONE WITH CS]

Mogurew's eyes suddenly fluttered open. With a loud, pained cry he attempted to sit up, but a claw fell off and his arm cracked and twisted, causing him to fall backwards. He lifted his right hand to his head and groaned, glancing at Rancor. He furrowed his eyebrows a bit, twitching a bit as the object was slipped onto his right hand.
He looked at the Charizard and sighed. 'What on Earth got into you?' he asked simply.

[Wilte]

Rancor opened his jaws, as if to give an answer, but only a choking sound came out. His mouth was dry, and no words would come from it. He barely believed his eyes as Mogurew awakened, and had stared in silent disbelief as he attempted to rise -- but failed gruesomely. His eyes seemed unusually large and even more so red, perhaps glowing, even in daylight. If you could only wish for one thing in your whole life, Rancor's had already been spent -- and granted.
His question left a stinging burn inside of him, and at first, he refused to consider why he had acted so naively. But it had been the possibility that his former trainer had come back to find him, somehow, in the same forest. . .Reflecting on this was painful, but not because he longed for the companionship of the human. He had realized how ridiculous his fantasy had been; how he had madly flew off to greet and battle his trainer, to prove that he had only gotten stronger, to show that he could still win.
But now, at this moment, all of that glory faded away. Only the echo of Mogurew's question remained.
"I-" He started, but cut himself off. "I'm sorry," he croaked miserably, and found that he genuinely meant it.