I made no promise to the pack. Spoke no curse and swore no oath because the Spirit of the Mighty Hena was already with me. It followed the hunt in the shadow of our dark black manes, moving as one yet many. Our paws tattooed the earth with the ever-changing design of the wild. I made no vow to ensure my loyalty because there were no words to fill a bite pokemon's mouth. Only teeth.

A challenger approached, one Dakota Ryder never saw coming, probably because he wasn't more than a dandelion. He had guts. She'd give him that, but her trainer days were over and she wasn't about to pick up her belt for a squiggly wiggly little bellsprout. Unfortunately, the language of flowers was complicated and weeds were notorious for taking root in the unlikeliest of places.

The ghost of Christmas past resurrected a time when a couple of local strays met destiny at the crossroads of fate. The seasonal spirit haunted one trench coated villain in particular, but this devil was used to phantoms, and he wasn't interested in exorcising them. Only outracing them. If only he wasn't a cripple. (One Shot Special for Heart of the Ranger: ry)

A case of misunderstanding puts one trainer in the middle of a clash between the light and dark sides of the pokemon universe. Will the bond between her pokemon be enough to survive or will blood be shed? The misfortune she finds provides the answer. (A more realistic approach to the pokemon world. Original Char. and story)