Life for wild Pokemon was tough. There was a reason so many of them were eager to be picked up by humans to be coddled - wild Pokemon weren't nice. Humans didn't often venture far off their roads, and the higher intelligence of Pokemon relative to regular animals had resulted in a vicious culture, a highly extreme version of survival of the fittest. Compared to other worlds, this one hadn't really been explored very much; There were population centers, and then there were untamed wilds. Humanity was clustered together, not scattered, perhaps because in prehistory  they had learned better. Lexia and her family had slowly made their way out from those violent pastures, for her parents thought that humanity might give them a haven. Lexia grated against this idea, but had no desire to leave her family. Eventually, her parents had died, and she had been left with her siblings... and was quickly caught by this human.<br/><br/>She hoped they were old enough to survive now, and would stay near the edge of the forests until they were fully grown, before venturing back into those dark places...  She could no longer protect them.<br/><br/>"Lexia."