I don't own pokemon, which means I don't own houndour or houndoom, because they are pokemon.
Howls of Fear
I hear their howls
They're coming for me
Oh God, please no.
I shouldn't have done it
I'm sorry for doing it
Every night I swear I'll release it
But every day I think to myself
They haven't killed me, maybe they gave up?
And why release such a rare pokemon?
And then night comes again.
And every night they're closer
Oh God I'm sorry
I swear I'll release it
Just let me live 'til dawn
Oh God, I'm sorry.
Bane Fier dead!
Bane Fier, an aspiring pokemon trainer, was found dead last night. One of his pokemon, for which he was famous for catching, had disappeared. The charred remains of it's pokeball were found, but exactly who stole it is unknown.
Bane claimed to have caught a houndoom which was the leader of a pack of houndour. It was the only houndoom there, so no other trainers have attempted to get one. Because no other houndoom exist in the area, his pokemon would be likely to interest a thief.
Although it was originally thought that the thief must have killed Bane, the coranor has found that his heart had burst. He says Bane must died of fear…
Deep in the woods, howls rose in the night air.
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