Draco sat down near the edge of a river, she had beautiful brown hair and golden brown eyes, she wore a laced-up corset and an unzipped jacket, her skirt was pleated with black and red with a red pokeball image on one of the panels, she had a studded belt on with her pokeballs on it, her bag was also black and red, she wore a black lace choker with the white half of the Yin-Yang as a pendant, a blue heart locket that played music, and knee-high boots that were black with red laces. Draco was a beauty but she had no food or a map to show her were to go.<br/><br/>Draco looked at her pokemon, they were very sickly and underfed but despite that they still had fire in their eyes. She had three pokemon, two of them had belonged to her dearly departed parents, the last one was the one she had received from her older brother as a present for her fourth birthday. Her mother's Latios, Blueclaw, was the one she relied on for traveling great distances, her father's shiny Ninetails, Kurama, was the most protective and he tended to be aggressive towards strangers because of his protective nature, and her Riolu, Draconius, was her best friend and he was the one she kept outside with her. Draco, now sixteen years old, sighed at their poor health and said, "Hopefully we'll meet someone kind enough to help us, I don't know what else to do..." Draco looked to be near tears as she looked at her pokemon. Draconius, the Riolu, picked a blue flower and gave it to Draco to try and cheer her up. Draco smiled a little at her pokemon's kindness, she said, "Thank you Draconius."