Your black-furred Lucario paws press against the muddy earth, splashing the brown murky water to drench your fur with each desperate step. Cold rain continued to fall into your eyes, blurring your vision during your dash within the dense forest. Your predator took heavy steps from behind, eager to catch you in its grip for whatever terrible punishment ferals hold against the poor non-infected they capture. You wouldn't stop running though, even if you had begun to deplete all of your strength from the deriving and exhausting chase. No matter how long you ran, your pursuer continued to chase you, somehow managing to keep up to your brisk speeds with its heavy form.
You were growing tired, feeling your legs stammering for balance with each step as your breath was harder and harder to catch properly, drying your throat out. Your heart felt as if another pounding beat would cause it to burst from your chest. You take a turn in the cluster of trees within the forest, almost slipping on the wet ground as the storm's downpour continued its rage. Twisting around and laying your back to a tree trunk, you remain still and quiet, sitting down while listening if your attacker was close by.
Splashing steps splattered from behind you, and a low growl emanated around which made you cringe. It wouldn't be long for that infected Pinsir to know where you were hiding. Peeking around the side of the wooden trunk, you watch as a large brown shelled Pinsir roams around while listening out through the rain for you. Drool seeped down from the vertical toothed maw as its eyes glows an odd shade of purple with its facial expression being in wild starvation. The bright gaze made your pursuer seem all the more intimidating of a predator. Some animal's meal for this Pinsir is the last thing you want to become.
Suddenly, it turns, seeing your muzzle poke out from behind the tree. You curse yourself and get up to run once again as the Pinsir dashes forward at you, lowering its head and opens the two large crab-like claws formed upon its cranium. The brown crustacean anthro bolts toward you as you continued dysfunctionally sprinting, nearing a tree right in front of you.
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