The sight of the sun setting was rather comforting to a certain individual that night, despite the fact that it was raining. Water pitter-pattered on the roof of a rickety, humble cottage, raindrops sliding down the overgrown flora crawling about its walls. A small figure was silhouetted in the dim light of a candle, leaning an elbow on the windowsill. Half-lidded, pale yellow eyes started out at the darkening land and the small houses scattered about in the distance that lined a haphazardly paved path. She could make out the sight of figures retreating behind closed doors, snuffed-out lamps and concealed windows as the night grew late, the landscape growing stiller and quieter as sleep became its main priority. Save for a certain Morph. 

Eris pressed her head against the cold glass of the window, hearing nothing but the soft lullaby of the rain and the hooting of wild Pokemon in the forest nearby. She stood up and pulled the curtains closed, sighing as she turned to glance at her bedroom. The little room was mostly empty, save for a few packed bookshelves, a closet, and a little bed in the corner. One that would likely be unused tonight. [i]Mother would be driving me mad about bedtimes right now, if she were here...[/i] 

A sad sigh escaped her lips. But she was scarcely tired in any way. The fact that it was raining would surely deter any human right in their mind from going out at this time of day. It was the perfect condition for a little much needed freetime – just right for a Ghost-type to roam. Of course, there were always risks. A Morph hunter could appear, the rain might stop; she might not make it home on time before anyone noticed she was gone, and that would lead to trouble.

Eris shook the thoughts out of her head, not wanting to pass up a chance to have some freedom. She was going to die horrendously somehow, someday, anyway. It was not long until a translucent, pale blur floated through the walls of the cottage, unseen by anyone. The white Ghost Pokemon weaved in and around the ever-thickening branches of the forest, simply passing through most of them thanks to her intangible presence. She smiled, feeling a sense of peace wash over her as she took in the shadowy surroundings of the Nightshade, watching the scenery pass by her and enjoying the sense of freedom at last. She glided through the woods, going unnoticed to the wild Pokemon in the area as she was nothing more than a faded shape in the shadows. The only evidence of her presence was a sudden coldness in the area and a chill down your spine. Wild Hoothoots and Noctowls hooted to one another, and predators stalked the forest ground below for any weak souls. Being a Ghost-type, Eris rarely needed to eat, which was good in the case of her limited money and supplies. 

The Froslass paused for a moment, hovering still atop of a branch as she caught sight of movement of something faintly glowing blue several feet below on the forest ground. Her faintly glowing vision made out the vague, four-legged shape of an Umbreon, which was not an unusual sight for a forest this dark. She admired the unusual coloration on what she assumed was a wild Pokemon, observing it as it failed to catch a fortunate Pidgey. Though, there was something about it other than its appearance that made her continue to watch it further as it approached another predator. Eris found herself silently floating there for a while, feeling bothered by the thought. It looked and acted just like any wild Pokemon in the Nightshade, but there was something different. Something [i]off,[/i] and she did not know what. Perhaps she would figure it out by the time she returned home...