Arishipshape
TFed Ex-Knight
From the frigid depths of the arctic tundra, an Eevee stood on his last legs
Exceedingly cold and bitter, he’d underestimated the harsh environment
His hat blown off, just out of reach
Dragging his nearly-frozen body, reaching a useless, trembling paw to reclaim his headgear
The futility of his efforts mocking him
The smell of smoke from the Arctic Denny’s implying warmth, all too far away
He couldn’t retrieve his hat
Or the humanity it stood for
Or even the slight boon of covering his sensitive ears
The snow beckoned
“Come, enter my freezing embrace! Death isn’t so bad~ You’ve lost everything anyways~”
The Eevee considered the offer. Tempting.
But he had one trait of humanity left
A trait shared by animals, and infinitely stronger than mere sheer cold
The will to survive.
“Kn-n-nights... nnn-n-never.... sssssurender!”
He spat in the snow and trudged on
But the refuge of the Arctic Denny’s wasn’t within sight
He cried for help, but none could hear over the raging, whistling blizzard
Why oh why did he go so far out? Was an ice stone worth a cold death?
...
An ice stone...
The blizzard parted for the briefest reprieve, revealing the light of the rising sun
The light that glinted off of something shiny
Something light blue
A beacon of hope before the blizzard returned in full vigor
Covering his salvation in a blanket of unsurpassable snow
“NO”
He dove into the snowdrift
The cold of it going unnoticed
He dug and dug, like his life depended on it
For it did
Hopelessness regained its iron grip as the Eevee failed to find the stone
Was it a hallucination?
Was it his desperate mind playing tricks?
Was it some cruel joke to further torment him?
He wouldn’t put it past the universe, at this point.
He slowed.
The snow closest to him melted and dribbled ice-water all over him.
It burned.
He’d always heard that extreme cold and heat felt the same. But now he knew...
He growled. This was not how he died! Not on his own stupidity!
Hearkening back to his days as a squire, he brought forth every last reserve of strength
And found his prize
The cold slowly stopped burning
‘Twas faintly pleasant
A new Pokemon, baptized, reborn, bitter but no longer cold, burst from the snowdrift with a shout of triumph
Exceedingly cold and bitter, he’d underestimated the harsh environment
His hat blown off, just out of reach
Dragging his nearly-frozen body, reaching a useless, trembling paw to reclaim his headgear
The futility of his efforts mocking him
The smell of smoke from the Arctic Denny’s implying warmth, all too far away
He couldn’t retrieve his hat
Or the humanity it stood for
Or even the slight boon of covering his sensitive ears
The snow beckoned
“Come, enter my freezing embrace! Death isn’t so bad~ You’ve lost everything anyways~”
The Eevee considered the offer. Tempting.
But he had one trait of humanity left
A trait shared by animals, and infinitely stronger than mere sheer cold
The will to survive.
“Kn-n-nights... nnn-n-never.... sssssurender!”
He spat in the snow and trudged on
But the refuge of the Arctic Denny’s wasn’t within sight
He cried for help, but none could hear over the raging, whistling blizzard
Why oh why did he go so far out? Was an ice stone worth a cold death?
...
An ice stone...
The blizzard parted for the briefest reprieve, revealing the light of the rising sun
The light that glinted off of something shiny
Something light blue
A beacon of hope before the blizzard returned in full vigor
Covering his salvation in a blanket of unsurpassable snow
“NO”
He dove into the snowdrift
The cold of it going unnoticed
He dug and dug, like his life depended on it
For it did
Hopelessness regained its iron grip as the Eevee failed to find the stone
Was it a hallucination?
Was it his desperate mind playing tricks?
Was it some cruel joke to further torment him?
He wouldn’t put it past the universe, at this point.
He slowed.
The snow closest to him melted and dribbled ice-water all over him.
It burned.
He’d always heard that extreme cold and heat felt the same. But now he knew...
He growled. This was not how he died! Not on his own stupidity!
Hearkening back to his days as a squire, he brought forth every last reserve of strength
And found his prize
The cold slowly stopped burning
‘Twas faintly pleasant
A new Pokemon, baptized, reborn, bitter but no longer cold, burst from the snowdrift with a shout of triumph
