[B]Vulpix[/B] - [i]New Beginnings[/I]

It had been a long, quiet day inside her capsule, not that she minded it. For it was a chance to relax, stretch out a little, for it was shockingly roomy in the tiny living space. Here she could have a chair on a beach on some illusory resort, with all the rum she could want.

Even though she was underage, but that needn't be mentioned here.

Life really was good inside her Ball, until the oceans shifted. A sign of foreboding change, in the least. A sign of motion. There were muffled voices high above, inside the ball she couldn't understand them, but suddenly her whole imaginary little paradise was sent tumbling through the air!

In a burst of light, and a cold rush of wind, the little Fox was tossed back into reality once more! 

Without the grace her kind was known for of course. So caught by surprise was she, that her landing was a touch more haphazard than what one would expect. She bounced, she tumbled, until the friction of such tumbling brought her to a stop in an unceremonious heap. A pile of frazzled hair, a tossed and turned Kimono, and angry onyx eyes that looked sharply up to see none other than a hand reaching out to her.

And words! Ones she could hear this time with distinct clarity! It was a boy, she grew to collect, her nose catching his scent as her eyes carefully took in close detail. A boy who seemed close to her own age.

He spoke of an offer of friendship, of journeys across the world, and she seemed to only stare at him at first. She looked at him carefully, and then her gaze switched to the red and white device in his hand. She knew that capsule! That was [b]HER[/b] capsule! Of which she was all but helpless to watch on as he stowed it away in his bag.

It could only mean one quickly startling fact.

[I]This boy is my new master?!?![/I] She thought in outright shock, her eyes darting between him and the lab assistant as if the assistant had made some sort of mistake. But nonetheless, she would accept the kindness of his hand reaching down to help her up.

She stood then, easily a head shorter the boy who made himself known as Jaden. Yet with his introduction came not word from her to start, as she first dusted off her Kimono. While she went about straightening her disheveled hair, she went back to studying him distrustfully. 

He seemed to feel younger than his actual years let on, but behind it all there was this reckless hope he seemed to hold tightly onto. He was practicallt beaming, and since he held her home in his grasp, she resigned herself to this fate, for now. 

"I don't have a name yet, Master." She began at first, her voice seeming as sweet as honey to start. "Would you mind bestowing me with one?" Her head tilted then, almost comically in inquiry as the pair of pointed ears atop her crown flattened. Waiting patiently to see just what he would choose.

She bowed deeply then seingly out of respect, though in truth it were far from it. She was a trickster, she always had been. For now she would play along until he lowered what seemingly little guard he had in the first place.

Then the games would begin

[@ Raijinslayer]