Pokemonfit: Ninacola

Ninacola woke. She looked at Silas. Her wide, earnest eyes held no fear—only a deep, quiet disappointment. Then she turned, padded to the open window, and vanished into the rain.

Silas did not believe her. So one night, while Maree slept, he crept into the cottage with an empty Luxury Ball, modified with a soft, humming lure—a synthetic scent of home. pokemonfit ninacola

He offered Maree gold. He offered her rare berries. He offered her a lifetime supply of imported tea leaves. She refused him each time with a shake of her gnarled fingers. Ninacola woke

“She ain’t for catching,” Maree would tell the wide-eyed trainers who came sniffing around. “You try to put her in a ball, she’ll just fizz out. Pop. Gone. She chooses.” Then she turned, padded to the open window,