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It was a beautiful summer afternoon as a cool breeze wispered through the trees, as if to tell them of all the places it had been. A great wide medow and crystal stream were all that seperated two groups of large rocky hills that were riddled with small caves and paths. These caves are were we wild Machoke call home safe from the humans who seek to capture us. Very safe and peaceful indeed.

''Ahhh it's such a lovely day.'' I think to myself, as I stretch out on the top of my favorite rock enjoying the warm sun. I sigh as I turn my head and spot our pack leader Gash standing on a tall rock just off to my right, with his back to me. Old Gash, so named for the long scar that snaked across his massive chest that he recived in a battle with another for leadership of our pack, was alot more alert and wary nowadays. And for good reason. For just a year ago, just before we moved to our current location our pack was attacked by a gang of strange humans in black suits, marked with red R's. They were merciless in thier assult on us with thier caputring and attacks with thier own Pokemon, but we Machoke don't go down without a fight and fight we did. Sadly though out of a pack 20 strong, now there were only 10 of us. Including me Meela.

I smile as I watch the battle scared Machamp as he kept a constent vigil, determind to protect what little of his pack he had left. Tough and strict at times but a great and very respected leader Gash was. Me, well I'm just Meela and small as female Machoke go. We are smaller than males and have a more slender build. We lack the red stripes on our arms and have blue eyes instead of red. Our crests are smaller and our belts are silver instead of gold and unlike the males we are dressed in black not just below but above as well. Thanks to our ''Ahem'' other femine diffrance.

''Ahhh the sun is so warm...'' I sigh to myself. '' Hiyah Meela!!" shouted a familier vocie that startled me half to death and pretty near made me fall off my perch. Angerly I turn only to stare into the big red eyes of Cleft, a young male Machoke so named for the deep cut in his tall middle crest.

'' Oh go away Cleft.'' I moan irritably as I roll over.

''Come on Meela,'' he whined pulling my arm '' You have all night to sleep. Come play with me.''

Cleft was the youngest member of our pack and the most annoying a times. He would stop at nothing to get you to play some silly game with him, often he would try to get one of the older males to play but would mostly receive a shove or a good cuffing up side the head for his troubles.

''Please Meela I'm bored.'' he complianed as he continued to pull on me. Seeing that I didn't answer because I was half asleep, Cleft drew in very close and nuzzled his nose into my neck wispering softly. ''Please Meela, I think you'er pretty.'' Giving me a quick peck on the cheek as he finished his sentence.

''Alright!, alright!'' I shout as I shove him off " I'll play with you!"

''Yay, come on Meela,'' he squealed in delight as he grabbed my arm '' I know a great game we can play down by the stream.''

'' Oh goodie.'' I mumble groggly as I stumble down off the rock after him.

Cleft pulled me along the path that lead from the hills to the medow; dusty brown earth gave way to lush green grass as Cleft and I ran across the meadow towards the stream.

''Look there's the stream Meela.'' he said excitedly as he began pick up speed.

'' I see it, Hey! wait up Cleft!'' I shout as I race after him. Suddenly I saw Cleft stop short all of a sudden as if he had just run into a wall.Confused I jogged up beside him.

'' Why did you stop Cleft.'' I asked when I reached him. Cleft pointed across the stream, turning I too saw what had caused him to stop so suddenly. Just across the stream we could see other Machoke like ourselves but these Machoke were different. They were bigger and stonger than most of the males in our pack and alot tougher. They were of the Steel Moutain pack and they didn't look to happy to see us. Our leader Gash and their leader Crimson agreed that both packs would live by the ''You don't bug me, I don't bug you'' rule even tho scuffles and all out battles were common. One of the Machoke kept a very, very interested eye on me, I could tell he was young and fit and that he had been in a lot of battles from the sheer size of his huge muscles tho I couldn't help but wonder where he got the red bandana he wore around his neck from. Also I recognized the three other Machoke the unknown Machoke was with. The one with the S-shaped scar going down the left side of his face and a cut across his nose was Slash, to his left there was Cobra with his very long fangs and to Slash's right there was the smallest of the four was Rock. Slash, who completly ignored Cleft's presence stared at me with his cold red eyes.

'' What's the matter Meela baby, have you forgotten me already?'' he hissed in a cocky tone.

'' How could I forget you three goons,'' I growl in absolute disgust and resentment '' It's your red scarfed friend I don't recognize.'' The unknown Machoke stepped calmly forward with all the calm grace of a Persian and power of a charging Steelix. Lifting his gaze toward me, I stared at eyes that were like droplets of liquid ruby, muscles rippled beneth steel-blue skin and the way he looked at me was not one of contempt or lust, but of pure gentleness and strong intrest in secret hope of something more wonderful and fullfilling.

''My name beautiful one,'' he began in a voice that melted me to my very core. ''Is Machie.''

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