It was a cold, stormy day at Victory Road. A lone Haxorus walked out of the inside of the cave, and glanced around the area. It was very rocky and muddy, and it seemed like nothing else was at Victory Road.

'Wow... When was the last time it rained?' he thought. 'A long time ago... Ah well, time to look for food...' He glanced around the area, and saw nothing but rain, puddles, rocks, more rain, more puddles, and more rocks. "Nothing?" He grunted out loud. "Ah well..." He sighed, and turned around to go back in the cave.

Something on a cliff caught his eye before he could go back in, though. It was yellow, with many scars on it, and one large, deep scar on its side. 'Must have gotten on an Excadril's bad side...' He thought. 'Ah well, food is food!' He ran up the cliff and pounced on the Pokemon. It had nine tails, and the tips of the tails were a light orange color. He rose one of his claws up and it started glowing a dark purple color. Before he could attack, though, the Pokemon gave a weak cry.

"Stop..." She cried, in obvious pain. The Haxorus stopped his attack suddenly, and growled. He had seen other Pokemon beg for mercy, saying things like "Stop! I have 4 children!", but this cry was not fake. It was a real, painful cry.

"Please, stop!" The Pokemon cried again. This time, the Haxorus crawled off the Pokemon and picked her up, heading towards his home. The Pokemon was heavy, and she was in a bad state to fight, so she was easy food, but he still carried her to his den. It was considered to be a noble act to not hurt Pokemon that are already in pain in his old clan, and he followed that act. It was just the way of the Dragon. When he got into the cave, he crawled into a small hole, still carrying the half-conscious Pokemon in his arms.

The inside of the hole was a medium-sized cave, about big enough to hold 2 medium-sized Pokemon, and the front side of the cave had a water reservoir. Another small hole led into a smaller den, with leaf bedding, and it was about big enough to hold one small Pokemon.

"Here we are..." The Haxorus laid the Pokemon down on a large leaf and picked up a small Pecha berry from a rock shelf he had carved out earlier. He chewed it up and spread the Pecha berry paste onto the deep cut on the Pokemon's side, and then picked up an Oran berry, this time hanging it over her face. She let out a small ember, roasting it, then took a bite out of it. It healed her a bit, just enough so she could talk, but she still couldn't move.

"W...Why... Why did you save me...?" She croaked out weakly. "I was... going to die... Why...?"

The Haxorus leaned down and stared into her eyes. They were a deep red color, like Cheri Berries when they were at their freshest. "I did it because... You were in pain." He answered simply. "What is your name?" This time, he was the one to ask questions.

"F...Flamber... Flamber the Ninetales." She said. 'So that's what Pokemon she was!' The Haxorus thought.

"I'm Boltstrike, the Haxorus. Nice to meet you."

Woohoo! So this is the first chapter of my first story that actually has a plot to it. I've had this plot stuck in my head- Haxorus meets Ninetales and saves her- forever, and I never got around to typing it, even though I've been writing and re-writing the story in my head for weeks now. This chapter was going to be in first-person, but I decided against that. Sorry if the chapter seems a bit rushed, I was trying my best not to make it look rushed ^^; R&R, I guess? I dunno what that means... But whatever! ShadowLugia out!