Hellhound

AIN'T NOTHING GONNA BREAK MY STRIDE, AIN'T NOTHING GONNA SLOW ME DOWN

Lean and lanky, a runner's body that sings with life and energy. She practically dances as she moves, her fiery-hued eyes eagerly studying every new sight. As is typical to her species, her fur is dark in color, short and smooth to the touch, with the exception of a ridge of hackles running down her spine, from the base of her skull to her tail. There, her fur becomes longer and more wild, a greatly-reduced version of the blanketing mane of her Mightyena father. This gives her a scruffy, unkempt appearance overall. Several small, assorted scars are present on her face, along with a few shallow nicks on her curved-back horns, remnants of sparring matches long past--a common pastime in her former pack.[break][break]

Other holdovers from her past are her saddlebags and scarf. The bags, which hang from a rough leather strap around her belly, are travel-worn and patched in several places, and hold her few worldly possessions. The bandanna, a dark but faded red in color, is tattered and has clearly seen better days. Nevertheless she is never seen without it, seemingly to cover the bone "collar" every Houndoom has.[break][break]

I GOT TO KEEP ON MOVIN'

In the foothills of the Frozen Rise, there lurks a pack of wild canine Pokemon, isolationists at best and outlaws at worst, who proudly refer to themselves as the Hellhounds. Composed primarily of Houndoom and Houndour, it also hosts a smaller population of Mightyena and Poochyena. Following an older and rougher way of life, hunting for prey and fighting for dominance, they are an aggressive clan who rarely concern themselves with the outside world. Into this clan, among a litter of pups hatched from the eggs of a Houndoom and a Mightyena, was born Solana. She was a sunny-natured girl, but despite her love of battle as much as her siblings, she never quite found her footing among them, growing up to take a fairly low rank in the pack's competitive hierarchy. This hardly concerned her, however, for she had no desire for power or privilege. She was content to live her life at a leisurely pace, until the day their old, aging leader was deposed by a younger successor, her older brother no less. At his orders, the pack began to roam outside their customary borders, ambushing and robbing more travelers and traders than before.[break][break]

As these raids grew more bold and more vicious, Solana found herself increasingly uncomfortable with what they were doing. What had once been a "normal" part of her life, justified by believing they were simply guarding their territory, began to pull on her conscious. She tried to talk her brother down from his power trip, but he would have none of it, and after a particularly vehement argument, he had had enough, attacking and banishing her as a coward. With nobody stepping in to defend the low-ranking Houndoom, Solana had no choice but to flee. Yet even as she mourned the loss of the only home she had ever known, she also realized that a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She would not be an outlaw like them, she could forge her own destiny! She knew of the explorers' guild, often spoken of (ruefully) by her packmates, and set out to find them in the hopes of doing some good to somehow atone for her past. Her old name was left behind along with her old life, with the young Houndoom instead taking the name of the season she had found her independence: Summer.

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ATK

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DEF

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SPATK

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SPDEF

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