Her name was Zoroark. She had been an outsider all of her life. She had stood within the boundaries of the Pokemon forest village.
"Well... It's only a matter of time before they drive me out of this village... So I shall live here."
That had been several months ago, when she had first entered the village. They hadn't chased her away, but the village Pokemon were wary. Rumors spread, including a rumor that she would abduct young Pokemon and slaughter them. Of course, this was untrue. Zoroark anticipated this, and many of the other situations that had come with it. When she walked by, Pokemon would stop their conversations, and watch nervously until she passed. The littler ones would run for cover, and those who could fly did. It was a judgment based on her appearance. Her sinister coloring and malign features were forever a taboo to the village. She, however, merely accepted it. At least she was able to stay. The only villager who waved away these "dangers" was a Kangaskhan who went by