#0037

The Fox Pokemon

Fire

2' - Around the size of a Two-Toed Sloth.

21.8 lbs - Around the weight of a Turkey.

From the Kanto region.

Mainly female species.

Evolves into Ninetales (0038), has an Alolan form

Can only evolve with a Fire Stone.

Info:

When Vulpix is born, it has one single white tail which splits and colors as it grows older, and its fur becomes more luxurious as it ages.

When held, Vulpix and its tails feel slightly warm, and while its fur is luxurious, if not brushed well enough it will become a mess of tangles.

If attacked by a strong enemy, Vulpix will feign an injury to fool its attacker and escape.

Inside of a Vulpix's body burns a flame that never goes out, and this causes the Pokemon to overheat if it doesn't release flames from its mouth to cool down.

“We’re what.”

Purple glances at you briefly, before continuing. “What year is it? 500..?”

The woman(?)’s gaze is undescriptable. “502.” She doesn’t see you at all, it seems. “So you would be a ghost from the future..?” She doesn’t sound like she really believes him. 

"Not... a ghost. A dream.”

Right. A dream. You’re okay. Purple is okay. You just don’t have a body in a dream. Right. That has to be it. 

You wave a hand in front of her eyes. No reaction. She can’t see you at all. You exchange a confused glance with Purple. 

She starts walking away, and you both scramble after her. “I expected there to be ghosts, not dreams, after such a carnage.” Her voice is laced with sadness. “Malus’ army rampaged through a village... and they’re trying to poison the next.”

“Poison?” You ask, but she doesn’t react. 

She walks a few steps downstream and stops. You can see rotten blood stain the water. “You said... we. Are there other dreams like you around?”

Purple nods slowly. “I... think so.” 

“Then I will help you find them. You are not supposed to be here. You need to go home.” She raises a hand towards the dead bodies, and though she is still  difficult to look at, you see some kind of gems gleam on her chest. 

The forest quivers, shudders, and grows. You don’t quite know how to describe it. The undergrowth takes life, and the trees’ branches and roots lengthen under your very eyes, reaching for the cairn.  They... swallow the macabre spectacle, moss soon eating at the flesh. Rotten chunks fall to the ground, and the roots of the trees absorb them; ferns grows over the bones, which heavy green moss blanket. 

It’s incredible to watch. It makes you feel something in your stomach. It’s not that you feel sicker than you did before; if anything, this show of power makes you... hungry. 

A moment later, the woman is done. Her hand lowers, and the forest quiets, now a living tomb for those who died here. 

She looks back to Purple. “What... is the future like? Is it peaceful? Does it last?” She sounds oddly vulnerable, for all the calm confidence she showed earlier. 

What now?