The silence of the route was broken as Lucas heard squawking. Immediately his head turns towards the direction of the sound. At the edge of the treeline he spots a doduo. One head turned to the other, sleeping head. The squawking woke it in no time, as he saw first hand. Confusion is written across the bird pokemon’s face, eyes darting around the route. This wasn’t where it’d fallen asleep.

Both heads awake now he watches as the bird pokemon trots out of the forest. As soon as the two heads spot the scientist they break out into a run. The doduo races across the route at sixty miles per hour, to the astonishment of Lucas. He didn’t even get a chance to contemplate whether he wanted to confront the pokemon before it left his life as fast as it had come in.

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skipping @santaclaus

A skiddo crosses his path, an unlikely sight in this weather and ecosystem. Lucas is all too familiar with them, a popular pokemon among traveling trainers. They were a mountain pokemon, not something common to the plains. Digging through his pocket he retrieves a pokeball, releasing its contents within seconds. A beautiful alolan ninetales appears, it too a unique pokemon in these parts. Its tails unfurl and wave from side to side as it watches the skiddo calmly. Holding back from the prey till given a command.

"Go." As the words left his mouth wind began to pick up around him at an amazing pace. Falling snow blocked out the shining sun as a BLIZZARD broke out. The skiddo is confused, it doesn't know what's going on. It'd been sunny only a few moments ago. It wants its mother.

The winds lash out at the grass type, draining its body of warmth and feeling. Eventually the wind dies down and snowflakes cease falling as its cries fade away. Lucas looks out towards the body, still and covered in a layer of snow. He throws a pokeball.

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catching @santaclaus