She wasn't sure how it happened. One minute, her ski group had been just one step ahead of her and the next minute, they had gone so far ahead and she could no longer see them among the white glare. She stood alone with her ski poles and the skis still strapped to her boots, cursing her luck. Of course, she HAD to get distracted by an adorable herd of Piplup, Prinplup and Empoleon. She HAD to stop and stare at the magnificence of the leader Empoleon's long horns and sleek appearance. Her momentary distraction had separated her from the group, who had no idea she wasn't paying attention.
But she wasn't worried. Not much. Sure it was very cold. And sure there were reports that a blizzard would blow in within a few hours. But her group wouldn't forget about her, right? Once they noticed she was missing, they would send out a search team. A sleigh would be towed by a fine team of Arcanines who braved the cold with their fires and used their keen sense of smell to find lost people and bring them back to a safe shelter. Once she was rescued, she would be back by the fire and joking about it with her friends. She was sure they would tease her about her wandering attention and say she had the attention span of a Skitty. The incident would be forgotten and they would be off on another ski trip tomorrow.
So really, there was nothing to worry about.
Right?
&-&-&-&
The wind was really beginning to pick up. There was no way she could get a fire going to keep her warm or to make a signal. It would just blow out right away. The snowflakes pelted her face and she wished she had something to cover her face up with. At the rate the wind was blowing, it would take longer for the search team to find her. Scents usually remained in the snow and Arcanines weren't so easily tricked. But if the snow was blown in another direction, they might follow the wind and miss her completely.
The blizzard was definitely starting.
But she remained optimistic. If she could find the direction her group was headed, maybe she could make it easier for the Arcanines to find her. She had been in the same place she was before so her group could retrace their steps and find where they had lost her. But staying in the same spot wasn't working. Now she had to get moving. She was starting to get very cold, even though she had bundled up properly before heading out. The temperatures were dropping rapidly now and movement might be her only possible way of keeping warm.
So she grabbed her ski poles and began walking.
&-&-&-&
Which way was the lodge? The blizzard had begun to blow so hard and limiting her visibility. She had been walking for two hours and she still hadn't gotten anywhere. There was also no sign of the search team or any rescue pokemon.
She shivered. It was way too cold now. This was the kind of weather where spit would freeze before hitting the ground. It was also getting dark, which added to her fears. Search teams would brave blizzards in the day to help people but they never pursued a search in darkness.
She didn't know what to do.
If only there was some sort of shelter somewhere...like a cave or a bunch of trees that could shield her from the wind. She could spend the night huddled up and try and sleep a bit. The blizzard would pass and she would have more visibility to try and find her way down. As it was, she couldn't see two feet in front of her face.
It was so cold.
Defeated by the elements, she settled down near some trees and hoped someone would find her soon. She crossed her arms in front of her, pulled her hat down as far as she could and closed her eyes.
The blistering cold would make sure she would never open them again.
&-&-&-&
It was late in the afternoon when they found her. Her features were caked with frost and her skin was blue. She was frozen to the touch and any efforts to rouse her were futile. She was dead.
A terrible accident, they said. A woman lost in the mountains had frozen to death in the plunging cold. The rescue team was sorry they couldn't find her in time and nothing could soften the blow to her friends and family.
They had no idea the woman would have her revenge.
You were too late.
Three months after the woman had died, the rescue team were out in the snow to train some new Growlithes and Arcanines. The lodge was closed to visitors since the woman's death (skiers had started looking into safer places to ski and hardly anyone trusted the people who ran the lodge anymore). The lodge owner had publicly blamed his emergency search team and called their Arcanines 'worthless mutts'. Now the search team was forced to train new dogs all over again.
"Mush!"
"Sniff!"
"Find!"
"Howl!"
"Halt!"
They had passed the same spot where the dead woman was found. Many of the searchers shuddered and felt a deep sadness whenever they saw that one particular tree (now hosting a cross to pay tribute to the dead woman). The dogs had a different reaction. They suddenly came to a stop and started barking at something.
"Hey, what's going on? What's up, fellas?" the musher said. He tried to get the dogs to move but they stayed frozen to the spot. The lead ones were growling and backing up, their hairs on their back standing straight up.
You were too late. I depended on you. You let me down and left me to die.
A gust of wind blew some snowflakes in (odd, considering it was a clear day) and the air suddenly got colder. The dogs' barking got louder and louder and a figure appeared in the middle of the blowing wind. From where the musher stood, it seemed to be a creature that resembled a woman wearing a kimono. What scared him was she seemed to be floating instead of walking and she was headed right for him.
A blast of cold air washed over his team of dogs and they stopped barking. Another blast was all it took to freeze them solid. The musher stood still, paralyzed with fear. He tried to urge his dogs to move, hoping their inner fires would thaw the frost, but he got no response.
The creature was much closer to him now. He could see her clearly. Her eyes were ablaze with hatred and evil. She opened her mouth and one more blast of cold air left her body. The musher had no time to scream before he was frozen solid.
&-&-&-&
No one dares to go near that haunted spot anymore. Not only did a woman die up there but people say that the team that was training and had disappeared are still up there, frozen in time and rooted to the spot.
They say that, if you do venture up there, you can hear a woman laughing in a mocking way. She will invite you to come closer to see her lovely display.
It's beautiful. So beautiful.
Won't you come and see...
...my lovely prey?
But she wasn't worried. Not much. Sure it was very cold. And sure there were reports that a blizzard would blow in within a few hours. But her group wouldn't forget about her, right? Once they noticed she was missing, they would send out a search team. A sleigh would be towed by a fine team of Arcanines who braved the cold with their fires and used their keen sense of smell to find lost people and bring them back to a safe shelter. Once she was rescued, she would be back by the fire and joking about it with her friends. She was sure they would tease her about her wandering attention and say she had the attention span of a Skitty. The incident would be forgotten and they would be off on another ski trip tomorrow.
So really, there was nothing to worry about.
Right?
&-&-&-&
The wind was really beginning to pick up. There was no way she could get a fire going to keep her warm or to make a signal. It would just blow out right away. The snowflakes pelted her face and she wished she had something to cover her face up with. At the rate the wind was blowing, it would take longer for the search team to find her. Scents usually remained in the snow and Arcanines weren't so easily tricked. But if the snow was blown in another direction, they might follow the wind and miss her completely.
The blizzard was definitely starting.
But she remained optimistic. If she could find the direction her group was headed, maybe she could make it easier for the Arcanines to find her. She had been in the same place she was before so her group could retrace their steps and find where they had lost her. But staying in the same spot wasn't working. Now she had to get moving. She was starting to get very cold, even though she had bundled up properly before heading out. The temperatures were dropping rapidly now and movement might be her only possible way of keeping warm.
So she grabbed her ski poles and began walking.
&-&-&-&
Which way was the lodge? The blizzard had begun to blow so hard and limiting her visibility. She had been walking for two hours and she still hadn't gotten anywhere. There was also no sign of the search team or any rescue pokemon.
She shivered. It was way too cold now. This was the kind of weather where spit would freeze before hitting the ground. It was also getting dark, which added to her fears. Search teams would brave blizzards in the day to help people but they never pursued a search in darkness.
She didn't know what to do.
If only there was some sort of shelter somewhere...like a cave or a bunch of trees that could shield her from the wind. She could spend the night huddled up and try and sleep a bit. The blizzard would pass and she would have more visibility to try and find her way down. As it was, she couldn't see two feet in front of her face.
It was so cold.
Defeated by the elements, she settled down near some trees and hoped someone would find her soon. She crossed her arms in front of her, pulled her hat down as far as she could and closed her eyes.
The blistering cold would make sure she would never open them again.
&-&-&-&
It was late in the afternoon when they found her. Her features were caked with frost and her skin was blue. She was frozen to the touch and any efforts to rouse her were futile. She was dead.
A terrible accident, they said. A woman lost in the mountains had frozen to death in the plunging cold. The rescue team was sorry they couldn't find her in time and nothing could soften the blow to her friends and family.
They had no idea the woman would have her revenge.
You were too late.
Three months after the woman had died, the rescue team were out in the snow to train some new Growlithes and Arcanines. The lodge was closed to visitors since the woman's death (skiers had started looking into safer places to ski and hardly anyone trusted the people who ran the lodge anymore). The lodge owner had publicly blamed his emergency search team and called their Arcanines 'worthless mutts'. Now the search team was forced to train new dogs all over again.
"Mush!"
"Sniff!"
"Find!"
"Howl!"
"Halt!"
They had passed the same spot where the dead woman was found. Many of the searchers shuddered and felt a deep sadness whenever they saw that one particular tree (now hosting a cross to pay tribute to the dead woman). The dogs had a different reaction. They suddenly came to a stop and started barking at something.
"Hey, what's going on? What's up, fellas?" the musher said. He tried to get the dogs to move but they stayed frozen to the spot. The lead ones were growling and backing up, their hairs on their back standing straight up.
You were too late. I depended on you. You let me down and left me to die.
A gust of wind blew some snowflakes in (odd, considering it was a clear day) and the air suddenly got colder. The dogs' barking got louder and louder and a figure appeared in the middle of the blowing wind. From where the musher stood, it seemed to be a creature that resembled a woman wearing a kimono. What scared him was she seemed to be floating instead of walking and she was headed right for him.
A blast of cold air washed over his team of dogs and they stopped barking. Another blast was all it took to freeze them solid. The musher stood still, paralyzed with fear. He tried to urge his dogs to move, hoping their inner fires would thaw the frost, but he got no response.
The creature was much closer to him now. He could see her clearly. Her eyes were ablaze with hatred and evil. She opened her mouth and one more blast of cold air left her body. The musher had no time to scream before he was frozen solid.
&-&-&-&
No one dares to go near that haunted spot anymore. Not only did a woman die up there but people say that the team that was training and had disappeared are still up there, frozen in time and rooted to the spot.
They say that, if you do venture up there, you can hear a woman laughing in a mocking way. She will invite you to come closer to see her lovely display.
It's beautiful. So beautiful.
Won't you come and see...
...my lovely prey?
