Pokemonfit Ninacola -

“She ain’t for catching,” Maree would tell the wide-eyed trainers who came sniffing around. “You try to put her in a ball, she’ll just fizz out. Pop. Gone. She chooses.”

Ninacola woke. She looked at Silas. Her wide, earnest eyes held no fear—only a deep, quiet disappointment. Then she turned, padded to the open window, and vanished into the rain. pokemonfit ninacola

And they knew. They had been chosen.

Ninacola stood just under a foot tall, shaped like a tiny, round-furred badger with the wide, earnest eyes of a Zigzagoon and the tufted ears of an Eevee. Her fur was the color of warm caramel, and along her back ran a winding stripe of deep burgundy, like a ribbon of old velvet. But her most curious feature was her tail—not a plume or a stub, but a tiny, hollow gourd that grew from the base of her spine. When she was content, it would emit a soft, pleasant scent: sassafras, vanilla, and a hint of fizz. “She ain’t for catching,” Maree would tell the