Sylveon was tucked under a worn cardboard box in a dark alley with his dull blue eyes watching the world pass by. He tried to focus on the rain that was pouring down, leaking inside the box he used as pitiful cover- just to get his mind off how effortlessly he was tossed aside. All the Sylveon ever wanted to love his master, and love he did, only to be tossed out in the cold street for his evolution; the price of his affections. His nose twitched when a drop of rain fell on it and he tucked himself further in the box while his long ears slowly began to droop. Sylveon closed his eyes and lowered his head upon his soft, damp paws, to rest beneath the moonlight.