You hear a very faint, but distinct howling from outside. It only takes a couple of seconds for you to snap back to reality and put on your bottom layer. Darkness still rules the surroundings, but that doesn't stop you from grabbing your Pokeball holster and heading outside half-dressed. The howling is still faint from the exterior, but your ears glean a relative direction. 'No way... She's close!' you think. Adrenaline pumps through your system as you flick on your flashlight. No time to clean up or head back to bundle up, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity! You flick on your portable flashlight and bound into the tree-line.
The howl is unmistakably from a small canine Pokemon. The thought of it being a simple feral poochyena or other such standard forest fair doesn't even occur to you. Even if it is, you can't risk being wrong when such an opportunity arises. She might leave you some clue as to where her den might be as well! The solemn, haunting howl echoes across wispy mountain air. Your steamy breath circles around your mane and head as you huff along, jogging through the forest after the sound. You begin to slow as dawn approaches, with a frightening revelation: snow is beginning to fall. Heavy, wet flakes of snow form around you, and soon you're wet with the frigid moisture you were in no way prepared for. The howling you followed so eagerly is still so tantalizing, despite being too far to accurately pinpoint. You look up to the slowly lighting sky. It's cold, you're isolated, but you just feel an aching that tells you your prey is within reach.
Abruptly, the howling stops. You can only hear the scrunching of your boots in the snow as you pace backwards. Looking up again, a dense bank of fog has accompanied the onset of snow. The wind and flakes pickup with a gust, blowing a shiver deeper into you. Rather quickly, you resolve to use one of your Pokemon to help you get back to the cabin quicker. Reaching down to your holster, you realize one crucial problem: it's missing! Shocked, you look around frantically. Not seeing it in the immediate area, you rack your brain trying to imagine where it could possibly have gone. 'I 100% left with it... What is happening?!'. Your heart tugs at your chest, were you so enamored by the howling that you dropped it on the way? 'I've never been so careless, wha-'
You freeze as you see her. Through the swirling snow and fog, no farther than 50 feet away, a glowing Ninetales stands directly across from you. Her fanning tails splay out behind her, blowing in a snow-crusted typhoon. You can barely even make out her form as her diamond-like fur acts as the perfect camouflage in the snow. The fresh powder and wind is practically emanating from her. It circles around, isolating the both of you in a sphere of blizzard-like influence. You look on in wonder as the beautiful creature looks back at you, staring directly into your shell-shocked eyes. Her own eyes seem to have a sort of smokey glow to them. This also happens to be a feature she has on the tips of her tails as well. She almost looks to be constantly using the Will-O-Wisp technique you've seen in the past, but with a blue-ish kind of fire to it. She's just as rumored; an ice-typed Ninetales!
The several multi-styled Pokeballs dangle under the leather straps, the Ninetales carrying them gingerly. She smirks ever so slightly, rocking her head a bit. "No!", you shout as you sense what is about to happen. You watch helplessly as the fox tosses the ball-lined strap behind her, burying it in an immense snowbank. You frantically take out your Pokegear in an attempt to locate the belt (it is tagged), but the Ninetales is upon you before you get the chance.
A gust of wind bellows upwards from beneath, the biting air knocking you to the ground as you tumble over. The wind is knocked from your stomach. Then, you feel a quick strike to your back as well. With grace, the Ninetales circles around you and flips backwards. It springs off of your back, pinning you on the ground. You flip over, your instincts kicking in. The snow in your eyes is brushed aside to reveal an airborne Ninetales rocketing down from a nearby tree branch to and squarely on your midsection. You wince loudly as the Ninetales places each of her thick, winter-borne paws over each of your wrists. You rock back and forth in a feeble escape attempt, but you're utterly at the will of this animal now as she pins you. Her swift tackling and surprisingly immense weight have you. She lies on top, bracing you with her paws. Her immense girth was immediately made known as her backside and barrel chest encase your torso. She's a perfect specimen, with the prototypical Ninetales body. Her fur is certainly different and more extravagant against the backdrop of the mountain. Her mouth opens a bit, hot dog-breath wafting over you. A few drips speckle your face as the crusty ice and snow falls from your eyes. You stare into her open mouth, the matching deep blue walls of her throat and tongue appropriate for such an exotic being. Those jaws snap together as her teeth blare a bit in an almost boastful display. She lowers her eyes to meet yours, and you see a distinct ghostly hue form around them as they stare directly into your very soul.
Those hypnotic eyes beckon to you, and you begin to feel...
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