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Old 07-25-2012, 09:22 AM
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Default Re: Through the Eyes of a Flareon ~ [PG] - Book Two

I felt my nose scrunch as my cheeks elevated, pushing up against my eyes in a face of reluctant compliance. I released it with an exhalation and grunted in surrender before uttering, “Fine... I won’t hound you for answers.”

The glaceon waited a moment before turning to me with some mild degree of disbelief. Her brow shaped her eyes with a frown of question, and I raised mine, giving a light nod. She looked mutedly thankful and relieved. I could tell that another minute of thinking she would have to spill the beans at my request would have pulled uncomfortably on vines she wanted suspended in secret, which I did not want to be responsible for. She did not ask questions, but merely gave me the tiniest of joyless smiles and returned her attention to the path.

I sighed in disappointment; it was true that I wanted to know, to learn of their shared past, but rightfully it wasn’t mine to know. In fact, she had no obligation to me whatsoever, and I had acted as if she owed me the world. ‘Well...I did save her life on one occasion,’ I thought in consideration, but, remembering back to the incident with Sed, Tooloo and that Mr. Mime, I reiterated to myself that she had come to my rescue. If I recalled correctly – for the incident, due to my state at the time, was a muddled mess – Splash had retaliated first. It occurred to me that I had forgotten to thank him deciding that sometime I would.

“So...” Looking to her again, I held her gaze for a moment to check she was paying attention. “We even?”

She didn’t smile, but she was complacent with the notion. She gave a brusque nod. On the contrary, I smiled.

***

“I told you it was a foolish idea to cross through here,” Tarla grumbled, perched upon a rock wall. She peered down into a break in the rock, a collection of three pokémon making their way through the channel no faster than snails. The path was wide enough for the krinar and kirlia to fit side-by-side, but Derino would certainly have had trouble beside another. He waddled gruffly between the two giant slabs of rock, clearly agitated as he had to sometimes turn so his belly and back were against the rock. The others did the same, although they had a considerably less difficult time doing so.

“Yeah, well, sometimes we need more convincing than we think we need!” shouted Etire, and Tarla only scoffed. It was like him to shift the blame.

“Mm, because of course, it’s my duty to look after you when you purposely disregard my warning.” She scowled. “How was it not clear to those glazed-over eyes of yours that this way was treacherous?”

“What other way was there? I saw none,” retorted the krinar. He dragged the kirlia out the way of a falling rock and watched it shatter.

Tarla sneered at the very thought; she was partly glad that they hadn’t agreed upon going the other way, but at the cost of time, she knew. “Underground.”

“I’m afraid I have trouble seeing in the gloom,” the kirlia replied delicately, her words drifting gently through the air to meet the flying and dragon type.

“We all do,” Tarla clarified, her voice an unpolished stone in comparison.

“Quit your arguing,” a voice of a forth pokémon grumbled from up ahead. “We can’t change the path we’re on. We already chose this, so use yer initiative and apply it to your surroundings now.”

Tarla and Etire sighed, understanding he was correct, but obviously unwilling to believe so. The kirlia waited until Etire moved before following.

They wandered on for another while, and by the looks of things, Tarla assumed it would take them all day to weave between the right cracks and navigate their way out of the rocky maze—however, with her to guide, they would be able to make it through in at least half the time, and decided that they could be out by a few hours past midday. She constantly glared up at the sun, checking to ensure that she wasn’t going to miscalculate. There was no place she couldn’t see from above; her ability of flight proved to be a very helpful one.

A few times, they had been unsure about following her lead, and she had to fly partway into the distance to double check it was the correct path, but even then they were hesitant. When it happened again, they had come to a fork. The left was fairly straight, whereas the right path veered off at a sharp diagonal angle, rather than following the path forward. The trio below insisted that the right path to follow was the left one, as it trailed toward the right direction. Derino was adamant that the path to the right would lead them astray, and the frustration Tarla felt for the normal type welled time and again. The krinar was not much better—both were stubborn.

“Rantana,” she called to the kirlia, fluttering down before the fork to address her personally. “If you’re having trouble believing me, use your psychic abilities to confirm the truth.”

The cream pokémon watched her with calm but innocent eyes. “I do not doubt your judgement.” Tarla kept staring, unsure exactly what her answer was. “I have no reason to confirm your words because I already believe them true.”

“Rentana,” Etire began, on her left as he snatched her attention. Tarla frowned. “Everybody makes mistakes. It’s normal that Tarla does, especially.”

“Shut your little mouth, you twerp,” hissed the altaria, her feathers looking to rise as she puffed herself up.

“What? Aren’t I allowed to express my opinion?” he wondered aloud, his disapproving glance agitating her as it usually tended to do.

“Not when I can see the end of the path meeting up with the rest of the paths that lead to the correct location.”

“And how long does the right path take if it bends and later rejoins with the “rest of the paths”?” he questioned, stance relaxed but easily mouldable.

The altaria seemed to contemplate her pride and reason as she moved her beak. She held the words back for as long as she could, well aware that her answer could define the final choice. “The turn takes up a lot of time that the left path doesn’t,” she quickly spilled, and he gave a smug smile and crossed his arms, as if he had won. “But the left path comes to a dead end. You can’t cross through there, so all that “saved time” gets you nowhere!”

“I can if I break through the wall,” he answered, far too sure of himself. He spoke casually, as if the words meant hardly anything. Tarla knew that he was going to have a positively difficult time doing something like that. Although she ached to see him try so she could jeer when he failed, she did not wish for these colony members to stray off track and waste time. It was also her pride at stake, which she was going to keep either way—unless, of course, the krinar somehow managed to pierce the wall.

She sneered and looked to Rentana, who gave a tiny apologetic shrug. Derino crossed over behind Tarla to the path on the left. His ignorance inflated, as it often did, and he blundered blindly down the path. Tarla’s cheeks rose in disbelief; she was almost disgusted.

“Where are you going? I told you to go the other way!” she yelled, clearly impatient as he continued.

“My eyes do not deceive me,” he barked, angling his head up so his words would be most likely to rush to the place he targeted.

“Your eyes aren’t the ones surveying the ground from the skies!” The granbull merely raised a thick purple paw, dismissing her claims and anything else she tried to get across. “But that’s not the right path,” she exclaimed again, and turned furiously to the krinar as he snorted in amusement.

“Nah, you’re correct,” he began, starting off after Derino. “It’s not the right path.” Rentana followed slowly, looking tired. When the krinar was a few steps in, he turned around to finish his sentence, smirking. “It’s the left path.”

In a fury, the altaria fired a dragonbreath down the channel, momentarily heedless of the possibility that she could have instead hit the kirlia. When it reached not even her, Tarla bit down, the pressure of her beak marginally unsettling. She took off, beating the air with powerful strokes and rose in a considerably short time. Her anger swirled in her mind, and she wondered why in the world she came if her own party members, the pokémon obliged to trust and listen to her, couldn’t even believe her words. Etire was too cocky, Derino too stubborn and Rentana too flimsy. The combination was fatal when pitted against one who opposed their views.

Hissing in response to the aggravating situation, she powered forward, racing past her fellow colony pokémon in the blink of an eye to verify that the end of the path led to where she knew it did. A dead end. She wanted to once again analyse it for herself, and she knew that if she did, maybe she could convince them. After all, she was the one looking at it from above, and obviously knew more about the situation and the settings than the others; however, that hadn’t stopped them from overruling her judgement before. Nevertheless, it was worth a try, even if she didn’t believe that they would come to listen at all. ‘Aemara would have listened to me,’ she thought bitterly, resting her thoughts on her closest friend to seek some kind of comfort.

She began to miss her company after a number of days without seeing her, and she found herself wishing she could have come. The ghost and ice type could have levitated over the smaller rock ledges to rise higher and eventually cross across the top of the rock. She not only would have been a faster traveller, but also more efficient and wouldn’t waste time or effort derailing because she, in light of better judgement, was not foolish enough to imagine she had more knowledge than Tarla of the correct direction.

Her eyes fell upon the mountain ahead once more, unsure if its closeness was a good or a negative thing. It was both, she guessed, in their own ways. As well as all the hurt she felt from the banishment, she also treasured wonderful memories of a mountain very close by that helped provide her with refuge and a new people to start life over in the company of.

She cast an eye down on the rock below, watching it slowly trudge by as she approached the end of the path in which the party was soon to walk. Upon arrival, she fluttered her wings and descended, dropping to the edge of the rock wall to peer ahead. The trail came to an opening, sort of like a roofless room that was barred by rock walls. A small path branched off to the side of the area, but only continued for a few metres before it, too, was blocked off by rock. She found herself remembering that she was right, and that Etire and his cocky attitude were wrong. Him and Derino—the two males were useless when it came to listening to others, and in Etire’s case, especially to females. The only female he listened properly to was Rentana, but even then it was only because they were mated and he valued her opinion.

“His extensive self-assurance is his undoing,” she muttered to herself, sure that one day his attitude would get him in serious trouble. It was the same with Derino’s stubbornness. She suddenly felt grateful that Hunter, his son, was not without external influences. Any chance to take after his father was best tempered by others.

The party of three arrived within the following ten minutes, and as they came closer, the granbull’s face remained hardened and unchangeable, while the krinar was still overflowing with confidence, even when his eyes ran the height of the wall. He seemed unsure of himself for but a moment before returning to his confident state, and she raised a feathered brow, wondering if he had doubted himself at first.

She didn’t speak as they spilled into the area and ran their proud gazes along the wall. The two males wandered partway down the path to the side before meeting a dead end, despite being able to clearly see without taking the short cut into the rock, and pressed limbs against the walls to test their durability. Etire avoided Tarla’s supercilious gaze as he continued prodding the wall, moving out of the small path and testing the other sides.

“Will you just admit it already?” Tarla persisted, bemused by their useless attempts. “You didn’t listen to me and I was right. In effect, that means you were wrong.” The ralts evolution just glared at her, not intent on having his precious pride wounded, it seemed. His eyes were marginally concerned and growing with frustration.

“I told you that we can break through,” the krinar protested whist trying to convince himself, running a clawed hand down the surface of the rock. Tiny crumbs of stone broke off as he went, pattering on the earthen floor. He was doubting the possibility, but refused to give up before he started.

The altaria scoffed, half in annoyance and half in amusement, and ruffled her feathers before settling comfortably down, watching as he once again tested the rock with short slams of his fists and legs, and did something similar three more following times, as if contemplating. “Praising the wall won’t help you break through it,” she teased, and he stopped stroking it, obviously aware of his actions and how they were similar to stroking a young child’s head when they did well after completing a task.

“It’s called testing the surface I’m going to smash.”

“Testing?” she jeered again, a single eye on him as he looked up with a haughty frown. “You’ve been testing it for quite a few turns now, haven’t you? I think the rock has been using iron defence each time you attack with a stroke.”

“Look who the funny one is now,” he growled with the tiniest bit of accompanying mockery.

Tarla shrugged, quite enjoying what she got to do to him. “I have a talent for it.” The altaria stretched out a fluffy wing and began to preen a few of her cloudy feathers. “Faltering is the first sign of failure,” she told him half-attentively. “I think you should reschedule a time with the rock. Clearly you’re too busy procrastinating to actually make a move. I think the rock won the battle.”

Instead of exploding with anger, the krinar stood, absorbing her words as he inhaled, and exhaled with a small smile of acknowledged defeat. He shook his head to himself and focused back to the rock, heedless of the kirlia behind him.

Derino was marching back and forth, attempting to find some fault in the rock’s composition for a way to break through. Tarla understood that it wasn’t so much pride for the normal type, but simply an inability to acknowledge that he was wrong. He would keep looking for an opening simply because he was oblivious to the fact that the way he chose could have been incorrect.

A good ten minutes passed, and in that time the dragon type managed to keep her beak shut for the most part. She watched between preening as the two pokémon below her, as the kirlia also stood watching, searched for weak points in the rock. It was unlikely that they would encounter any, she knew, but they looked anyway.

“It seems you have a little issue,” the altaria called softly from the cliff, stopping her task to look at the krinar. Derino was hardly paying attention. Etire enquired with his eyes what she was talking about. “Someone told you to go one way, and you went another! Preposterous that she was right and you were wrong, isn’t it? It’s astounding that the great Etire was...wrong!” She cocked her head back and grinned greasily, more than happy to be in her position. The feeling of annoyance and wasting time hardly entered her mind as she revelled in the power she held. “And your plan doesn’t seem to be working.”

“Oh, come on,” he whined, clearly unsatisfied with defeat. “Can it, would you? You’ve milked this situation as if it was a bloated miltank. You don’t have to keep rubbing it in.”

“I’m sorry. I thought I heard someone whining. Was that you?”

The psychic and fighting type drove a hand to his forehead and stared with drooped shoulders at the wall in front of him. For the first time, he admitted its density and began to doubt his ability to break through. He took a look at the altaria above and shook his head in defiance, reluctant to allow her the satisfaction of a complete victory. He knew he had calculated wrongly and made a foolish decision, but his regret was not strong enough to overcome his pride.

He focused his energy, breathing in as he tried to imagine a sudden outbreak of punches and kicks on his behalf. He tensed his claws, pressing them together as he tried to build up strength. He had no idea if his technique would work or how effective it would be, but he stood with a mind narrowed to focus on his task. He had to focus solely on the wall before him to leave a proper mark. He would have to block everything out and round up all his attention, then place it in front of where he stood so he was able to carry out the desired combination of movements. He again inhaled and exhaled, moving his shoulder joins around in rolls before opening his eyes.

It was then that he saw Tarla and her arrogant grin.

“No,” he hissed to himself, tearing away from her and shaking his head. ‘This is not working,’ he told himself agitatedly, hesitant to admit such a thing to himself. He needed to be focused in order for anything to work, and telling himself that he wasn’t was defining a path to failure.

Without bothering to try again, he rotated his body quickly so he was side-on, took a firm step and extended his arm quickly like a spring before it rammed into the wall. Small fragments broke off and crumbled to the ground, a small dent in the wall. At first, for a split second, he was happy. However, he realised again how tiny the mark was, especially in the vastness of the wall. And then again as he thought of its width. Etire sighed, nearly ready to give up before he even started.

“Well, go on,” Tarla teased, baiting him. “I’m waiting for the wall to suddenly collapse.” She emphasised her last word with a heavy implication that it was ridiculous as she stood up to shake, then proceeded to sit, her fluffy wings spilling over the edge.

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He gave a tiny sneer, trying not to lose his cool, and turned to Derino. The lavender pokémon was searching back and forth, still unsure where to anticipate a break in the rock. The krinar found it marginally agitating, as he wasn’t doing anything to help, and shook his head brusquely. He tried not to focus on it as he turned his attention back to the wall and released a cry, not caring that he hadn’t bothered to charge up as he dealt a focus punch.

He was not expecting a sudden head to emerge from underneath him, feeling an instant pain as it rammed into him, accompanied by rocks and dirt. He stumbled away, collapsing with the temporary surprise. “What the—?!” he started to say, but his own shock cut him off. The kirlia noticed, darting to the spot where the krinar had been standing before the pokémon who had attacked disappeared down a tiny opening. Some of the dirt caved into the hole and covered part of it up.

Tarla watched from above, suddenly shocked, and quickly flew down from her perch, approaching Etire as Rentana did so as well. “Etire?” the kirlia asked with interest. The pokémon moaned and sat up, giving his head a quick shake as he got to his feet. He blinked a few time and looked around, expecting to see some kind of large opponent, even if what had struck him was little.

“Where is it?” he demanded, and Rentana looked at him with curiosity. Her tender expression clearly opposed the ruggedness of her mate, and she gave the shadow of a smile, which was accompanied by a layer of concern.

“It was a diglett,” she told him, and he furrowed his brow, wondering how something so tiny could have knocked him off his feet. “Are you injured?” she asked softly, and he gave an appreciative smile, shaking his head slowly.

“It’ll wear off,” he reassured, and moved past her toward the small hole. “I didn’t know the ground was even soft enough to dig through.” He kicked the side of the hole with his foot, expecting part to crumble off, but it hardly seemed to budge. He gave it a frown and snorted, uninterested.

Tarla, although just to herself, uttered a few chuckles. “A diglett.”

The three of them turned as they heard solid marching and saw Derino approaching the opening in the earth. He glared down at it with disapproval, even if he didn’t yet know what it was he was disapproving, and his heavy brow clouded his face with a pretty stiff frown. “What is going on here?” He could clearly see the hole, but apparently was not making the connection between it and the marginally injured state of his fellow colony member.

“There was an attack,” Rentana pointed out quite seriously, and the others looked to Derino.

He drew back, interlacing his arms and peering down before angling his torso forward to inspect the hole. In response, another diglett emerged from the hole with blinding speed and head-butted his chin, startling him backward and causing him to topple to the ground with the force. The mole-like pokémon ducked into the hole again and they heard distant dirt excavation until it faded.

The three stood completely still, unsure what to make of the situation. Tarla took to the sky, fluttering up to her cliff perch to peer down and inspect the area.

“Be...very...careful,” Etire warned, and although Derino shot up defiantly, the kirlia began to move slowly, her form graceful even when trying to avoid danger. She held her mate’s eyes for a time, unblinking as they waited for something to happen. It was true that it was only diglett they were facing, but the surprise of the attacks was the main thing.

After a good five minutes of no activity from below, the three on ground were somewhat sure that there were no other pokémon around who planned to attack. Etire was quite confident that he could break the wall now, with the intruders out the way, and began to focus once again. The others relaxed and Derino went back to what he was doing, the kirlia simply watching as she had before.

Etire aimed at the wall and smashed his fists into it again, creating a larger ditch this time. He smiled at the effect and regretted the effort the attack took; when he again thought of how thick Tarla said the wall was, he cringed. He didn’t know how much longer he could keep his attacks up, and the reminder that such a big effort had only created a tiny mark was not at all comforting.

Focusing once more, he aimed to increase his form by tensing his muscles, feeling the strain in his arms and legs as he contracted them as tightly as he possibly could. He imagined muscle inflation, and his thoughts became somewhat of a reality as he released, feeling stronger and more solid. He had always liked bulk up for the very reason that it was easy to use and didn’t require much energy.

Drawing his attention to the wall before him, he resorted to using an attack that he thought he may not have had to use. It was not comforting to know that his fighting abilities outside of actual battling moves were not very strong; he was supposed to be a fighting type, and his training was not light. He was always striving to be better and hated when obstructions such as the wall of rock before him prevented his growth.

Exhaling to empty his lungs, he kept himself breathless for a number of seconds, feeling the weight of his belly as he plugged his airflow. Suddenly he released, opening his eyes and breathing swiftly in, and then launched himself forward, leaping for added momentum and drawing back his right arm before slinging it into the rock. The effect was grand; a large split appeared in the rock, spanning out in multiple directions and continued to increase. The section before him, at least as tall and wide as his body, crumbled and detached from the wall around it, tumbling sadly from a previous habitat to make way for whoever had removed it. Etire smiled proudly and watched as other sections of the wall gave way, if only a little bit. He cradled his right wrist in his left hand, waiting for the pulsing to stop before he recomposed himself and went for another bulk up attack.

Rentana, standing back from her mate and somewhere near the hole, watched with concern. She knew that the reason the diglett appeared was because he was destroying the wall, which she was less than comfortable with. As she watched, she noticed that her mate had looked to grow even stronger upon boosting his confidence and physical strength, and she curled her bottom and top lips into her mouth, holding them against themselves with her teeth. She began to flick to the opening in the ground, expecting another diglett to appear from the ground and attack again, and when a significant time had passed and none came, she didn’t know what to think. However, she did know that she had to warn the krinar about his destruction and the results that may come, and she decided now was the perfect time.

She darted forward in a leaping fashion. “Etire,” she began, catching his attention while he had his eyes closed.
He took a moment to reply with, “Yes, my sweet?”

She ignored his use of a pet name. “I think the diglett appeared because their wall was being threatened.”

The krinar opened his eyes and looked at her, putting aside any previous focus he had gathered. “Nonsense. They were probably just playing around.” He rolled a shoulder in its joint and cracked his neck to one side. “What would they want with an ol’ wall, anyway?” he asked sceptically, gesturing to its massive expanse as he shrugged.

“It’s part of their territory,” she reminded him, and he seemed to consider her statement for a mere moment before dismissing it with a noise and a bat of his hand.

“Ehh, they won’t miss it.” He looked back to it, a small chuckle starting up in his chest. “Heh, what, so they live inside the wall or something?” Rentana gave an unimpressed cringe as her mate neared the wall and harnessed his cockiness, tapping his clawed hand against the rock. “Hey! Anybody home?” When nothing happened, he gave a dirty grin and his mate inclined her neck a little, preserving dignity as she watched his childishness. He shrugged off her reaction and turned back to the wall, knocking again. “I can’t hea—”

Part of the rock inexplicably extended forward and collided with the krinar’s jaw. The psychic and fighting pokémon was thrust backward, stumbling over his feet and colliding with the ground in no time. Rentana watched, shocked, as did Tarla. The latter took longer to realise what was happening after she pulled her head from her wing while preening.

“What just happened?!” demanded the altaria with minor urgency, inspecting the scene briefly before part of the wall dislodged and crashed to the ground in a solid thump. The chunk that had supposedly “punched” the krinar was differently coloured to the rest of the rock; in contrast to an ecru, russet and copper, it was a darker shade of grey. The sight of a moving rock surprised her to the point of confusion before she realised that it was a pokémon—a geodude.

Giving them no time to think, the wall from Derino’s side suddenly caved after muffled roars, and he turned with a surprised grunt to find rock spraying in multiple directions, bouncing off the channel walls and some striking his body. Rentana calculated their range and twirled out the way of each one that managed to reach her, and in their wake was a number of thundering pokémon the colour of the geodude all trampling their way down the path with recklessness that clearly conveyed their rage.

Tarla’s eyes widened instantly and she whipped her head to Etire, her eyes sharp as he watched on.

“What have you done?!”


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WELL GOOD!

Bigly! D:<

(XDDDDD YES that's right. *hopes we can have inside jokes from the one we read tonight*)

Yay! =D I hope I can do them well! XD They probably won't spend too long in caves though, but yeah, we'll see.

It is! xD Yes. YAY. C:
XDDD

(Yes, me too!)

Well, that's all right! The fact that they're in the caves at all is exciting!


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Yeah, it's bigly toofy. Dx

OOO: Thanks! I'm glad you do like his name. xD *GAPS*

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Yes. Indeed. xD Shot down there.

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It is! >:c

And yeah, I thought the name was really cool!

And yeah, there are plenty of things that can be important to a story that don't directly have to do with the overall plot (traveling, character development, etc.)

AND YES THAT'S AWESOME! I'll start reading it as soon as I finish a Schemes of Red review!

(Sorry if you thought this was a review, but I wanted to reply to this first, plus do the SoR review because I took WAY too long. DX)

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Yeah, I agree! O: (About the story/plot/characters thing.) And oaky! I can't wait to hear what you think! xD You can put the review for that chapter with this one if you want, instead of having to do a separate one!

It took me ages to edit this. -_- But I finally got it done. xD


Chapter Twenty Seven: Attracting the Wrong Crowd


The rhyhorn hooted and roared, pounding the ground with each hefty step. The sound of rock meeting rock was the only thing the party of four could hear as they watched with a sick feeling as they were ambushed, more geodude erupting from the wall as diglett began to spring up underneath them and began aiming for each of them but Tarla. She watched on with horror as she realised that she was weak to any rock type; all of her flying type moves would simply rebound and leave them unscathed, and she wasn’t sure that her dragon moves would be much better. She knew there was no running, however, and tried to cast the doubt aside for the moment. First she wanted to see how things turned out.

Some of the rhyhorn, still shouting and howling with rage, had startled Derino, who had been just far enough away from the wall to turn at the last moment and avoid them as they charged through. The last through to emerge from the smashed wall spotted the granbull and skidded and pivoted, rounding in a small semi-circle to tear through the ground towards him. The granbull looked to have no problem holding his confidence, as he still stood taller than them, and braced himself, a defiant look of aggression twisting between his features.

Tarla watched in angst as she saw the others in similar situations; Rentana was fending off two geodude while twirling and bounding to avoid being sprung by a diglett who insisted on popping up beneath her toes. Her attempt to keep herself safe looked as a delicate dance would; the tiniest loss of concentration would result horribly, so she needed to keep her focus.

Etire, however, was fighting tactlessly as three rhyhorn powered toward him, their rage not looking to subside anytime soon as they charged forward, one of them advancing faster. The krinar powered up a mach punch and leapt to the side as he passed, unleashing the thrust of his arm on the rhyhorn’s side with timing that looked so unlikely that Tarla concluded that it must have been a fluke. Whether or not it was, he was still able to defend himself.

It didn’t take long before he was also set on by the other geodude, who began to disperse and divide between him and Derino. A few pokémon had noticed Tarla, and a duo of geodude were grunting and pointing up at her, anger filling their faces as they realised that they had no means of reaching the cliff.

The rhyhorn didn’t seem to care, however; they wanted to punish whoever was in range, and as the altaria peered upon the scene, she wondered why they were doing it at all. She could only come to the conclusion that it was Etire’s recklessness and destructive ways with the wall, but even then he wasn’t doing much damage. It was possible that these pokémon were fiercely protective of their home, and any destruction was considered taboo. She could understand that; however, she couldn’t understand why her foolish colony mates hadn’t listened to her in the first place. She knew she was right, and there was no way that the direction in which they went could have been the correct one, and yet everybody insisted on going in the opposite direction. She found it not only insulting, but also quite—

The altaria was knocked from her post as a diglett erupted from beneath her with such force that she lost her stability and toppled down from the cliff. She was momentarily baffled, but regained her balance as she began to furiously flap her wings, her body twisting around so she was no longer with her back to the ground. As she did so, she had caught a brief glimpse of the pokémon who had attacked her.

Sudden pain met her from underneath as she felt a rock split on her belly, the fragments scraping her skin in but a moment before spraying in assorted directions, bouncing off walls and littering the ground. She stared with fearful surprise as she lost her ability to breathe, her focus on flying vanishing as she plummeted. It came to her partway down that she needed to continue to beat her wings, even if she was out of breath. The attempt was hardly effective, however, as they failed to budge at all.

Panic’s mighty hand gripped her abdomen, sliding to her neck while she was still unable to breathe. She was drawing dangerously close to the ground, realising that the geodude were staring up with expectancy and hunger for fulfilling duty. Another held a tiny platform of rock, and she knew that the one with empty hands had thrust the rock up at her as she had been falling.

To her expectation, the other geodude failed to hesitate before catapulting the rock her way, and it separated under force and with speed once it smashed into her underside; she barely had time to angle her head away and bind her eyelids together before the force sent her veering to the side to land without cushioning on the solid ground.

Rentana, right nearby and staring in shock, averted her eyes to the crumpled mess of her comrade, watching in relative anguish as she realised that her friend was resistant to any ground type, but weaker than anything else to the splitting force of rock. The distraction caught her off guard, and she was too late to weave to the side as a hefty stone was launched at her face. It struck her cheek and sent her backwards, causing her to stumble while waving her arms until she crashed into the wall behind her in a groaning daze.

The krinar witnessed the scene and fired up with rage, charging a useful brick break to smash the rhyhorn with, unfortunately only hitting one as the other avoided it with but a quarter-second to spare. The pokémon sustained heavy damage and was flung back, and once it was out of his path, he looked up to quickly survey his mate’s predicament.

While his back was turned, the first rhyhorn he had seen skidded out the way, swiped a foot along the ground and raced toward his target, ramming the krinar’s back and causing him to spiral forward and into the ground, a rough landing scuffing his skin. He cried out in discomfort and tried to get to his feet, but a well-timed diglett punctured the earth’s surface as she slammed into Etire from below, throwing him upwards before he landed on his side again and into the compact earth. Pain shot through his side as he watched a geodude approach with an unsuspected bounce and drew a powerful arm back, watching it recoil and bounce back to spring forward his way. The krinar rolled out the way with a shove of the ground, the rock type’s fist jamming into the earth and creating a notable split.

A second geodude who he previously hadn’t noticed was curled into a boulder, and began to speed his way with arms tucked and intent clearly set. He groaned and charged up, remembering his bulk up attack and applying concentration to strengthen his arms before backing up against a wall and thrusting his elongated, pointed elbows that continued on like spikes into the rocky mass behind him. The surprise made him cringe, as generally he wouldn’t have used his elbow to penetrate anything, notably rock, and took an even greater risk as he hoisted himself off the ground, leaning back while relying on the strength of his lodged elbows, and ignored the pain as he bent his legs into his chest.

He noticed the rhyhorn whirling around to aim for him again, but his primary focus was the rolling geodude, who, when was quickly within reach, Etire launched his feet at. He hoped it was timed right and chanted in silent success to himself as the force of the launch and crash sent the geodude spinning through the air, the pokémon uncurling halfway, and smashing through a wall, leaving a decent crater as debris flung onto the nearby foes.

Etire flicked his head to his mate, observing her condition for a fragment of a second before yanking his elbows out of the wall and proceeding toward her with solid ambition. He heard a trampling sound and realised all too late that a rhyhorn was on his tail and rammed into him, his back exploding with a burst of pain as he was swept up onto the rhyhorn and was carried forward in the pokémon’s consistent attack, advancing toward Rentana and her surrounding geodude attackers. She had one of them in her grip, his writhing body telling the krinar that she was manipulating his brain in a mental onslaught.

She was forced to cut off her attack as the other geodude launched himself at her, preparing to buckle her knees with a ruthless punch. She was completely aware of his attack, however, and disappeared. Etire, whilst riding toward her, cringed in disbelief before she appeared behind her attacker and attacked him instead, seemingly oblivious to the oncoming rhyhorn.

Her teleportation had taken her closer to the charging enemy, and the krinar realised that if they didn’t change course or she didn’t move, it would end badly. “Stop!” he called to the rhyhorn, his voice raspy before he cleared his throat. The pokémon looked either not interested or apparently deaf as they continued toward Rentana without a change in pace. However, the psychic and fighting pokémon persisted and shouted at the rock type again, his body too weak from the shock of the attack to do much else. In desperation he tried to focus his voice ahead, shouting the kirlia’s name instead.

However, her mind was completely focused on the confusion attack she was inflicting upon the geodude, her other senses muted as she focused. With a knowing groan of urgent annoyance, the krinar watched painfully as they finally collided with her, the delicate pokémon’s body flinging up beside the krinar. She emitted a screech at the shock and the presumable pain and glanced quickly to Etire, who was panicked as he looked on ahead. The charging ended when they smashed into the wall, the krinar’s body crushing against the rock with a shocking pain he had never before known.

A ripping cry erupted from his mouth as the lower part of the wall began to crumble, the force of the charge having destroyed some of its composition. Absolute pain filled his thoughts as his body seemed to scream instantly in every place, the rugged rocky texture digging into his skin as he was continuously pushed, causing small red droplets to dot the rock. The rhyhorn ceased applying pressure and retreated backwards and out of the impressive alcove now in the wall, the krinar’s body flopping against the ground like as if it was a bundle of skin containing not a single bone.

The kirlia, who was on the ground after she rolled over herself off the rhyhorn’s head armour, witnessed nothing up until the cry, which she had promptly averted her attention to, cutting all connections with her other surroundings. As she witnessed the fall of her mate, she shrieked in dismay, scrambling to her feet and noticing a duo of geodude coming her way. She teleported over to the collapsed krinar, the fire in her chest heating progressively as she redefined how serious the situation was. He was completely crushed, just about, and her first thought was a desperate question regarding his life. She was reluctant to accept that he would perish from something like this, but couldn’t know for sure as she cradled his head in her lap, trying to bar off the danger around her.

The stomping of two rhyhorn rumbled nearby, and she watched in familiar horror as Tarla, who had been pinned against the wall by three geodude, struggled to defend herself at all. She had noticed her friend’s predicament shortly before she was attacked, but with Etire in such a critically vulnerable state, she was unsure if she could attend to both. She suddenly wished that she and her comrades had been better prepared and brought more pokémon with them, especially one that could counter their weaknesses. Any extra help would have been cherished, for they were outnumbered three to one.

Focusing with whatever remaining concentration she could muster, the pokémon shifted a collection of mentally-transported leaves from an unseen tree within the radius of her abilities and fired them with a burst of mental application, her eyes lighting up with ferocity she was entirely unfamiliar to. The leaves soared toward Tarla’s attackers and sliced around one of the geodude, hearing a cry of pain as he collapsed, and the altaria snapped in the direction of her saviour, one of her wings instantly free as another two held the rest of her in place. A rhyhorn was ready to charge as one of the geodude rammed his fist into the wall, causing rock slides and specifically aimed stone to tumble down and crash onto her from above. Upon the distraction, the geodude lost their focus and turned, spotting the crippled krinar in the desperate clutches of the female, and the rhyhorn departed to focus his attention to her instead.

The geodude attempted to continue their assault, but the altaria screeched, holding her neck straight as she faced the sky before angling her head back to the first geodude, releasing a dragonbreath that crackled around him, then switching to the other as the first one let go.

She worked the change of freedom to take wing, despite the horrifying pain that burst from within her muscles, and she cringed, the realisation dawning on her that she was unable to keep up any sort of hovering or proper flight. She turned, making for the cliff edge again as another rock was fired at her. She heard the effort produced by the geodude and tried to bat her wings at it in an effort to force it off course with wind, but it was ineffective; she was lucky that she managed to avoid it without the help of her useless wind currents.

The pokémon leapt through the air, giving herself a few powerful, painful strokes as she plunged onto the cliff edge, perching at just the right angle to wobble and then steady herself, hopping properly onto the top of the wide-stretching wall. She took a momentary breath before turning around and surveying the scene, the two geodude still focusing their attention on her and rocketing boulders her way.

As she avoided the bombardment, she noticed Derino off to her right and Rentana to her left, as she fended off what she could, all while projecting a protective shield around her and her mate that she had erected about a metre before them as she tried to keep as much distance as she could. By the looks of her weak attacks, she was unable to do little more than cut into one of their minds at a time, probably dealing pain only equal to that of a small headache, which hindered them little if at all.

The granbull’s efforts were quite effective; Tarla noticed that he didn’t dodge once, but instead blocked attacks, holding large boulders which had detached from the wall, and countered when he could with a punch to the wall and a rock slide of his own, which often pushed the one geodude back, but merely pattered the pair of rhyhorn he faced. Instead, they were often victim to an ice punch, something that she knew he had learned from Aemara, whose powers did not lie with physical damage, but her knowledge of iciness was passed onto him and interpreted to suit his style. Similarly, she often shared her ghostly knowledge with others, and Tarla only wished that she was capable of learning anything from her, whether it was shadow ball or confuse ray, or maybe even an ice type move.

Figuring it was more effective to take action than merely think, she took a breath and remembered a small tune she knew, and felt her lungs inflate before she opened her beak and released the first few notes of a lullaby. The song was somewhat quiet to begin with, but quickly grew in audacity and filled the area enclosed in rock down below, each pokémon ceasing their attacks and looking about to find the source of the noise. Roars of protest rippled through the air, but the altaria focused, determined not to allow room for failure.

The notes of the song wavered across the battlefield, the rock and ground types displaying their obvious confusion as they looked about, their eyelids beginning to fall over their eyeballs. The only pokémon she could see that took the initiative to block their ears was Derino, who looked to be focusing on something entirely different as he didn’t even bother watching the scene.

The geodude grunted with slurred sounds as their arms began to lower, unable to command their heavy bodies to move anywhere as drowsiness overcame them. The rhyhorn began to waver, some flicking their heads defiantly and taking a number of steps forward. Those that did collapsed when they applied pressure to their legs with each step, and some tilted forward, stopping when their heads met the packed earth, their back halves poking into the air. The others leaned to the left or right and collided with the ground, the sound of rock meeting rock clashing to Tarla’s ears.

She continued the song, watching awkwardly from her angle as, from under a jutting ledge, the kirlia attempted to blink herself awake, highly reluctant to enter any kind of slumber.

Another few seconds passed and the remainder of the wild pokémon slipped from consciousness, they collapsed onto the ground while their pupils disappeared behind eyelids. Geodude let their arms fall and crash into the ground and rhyhorn grazed ground with their armour. Only the diglett escaped, but Tarla wasn’t deterred. They would likely not return after the rest of their teammates were seen snoozing; if they did return, they would be severely outmatched and overpowered by her and the others.

Finally closing her beak, she glanced around to admire her handiwork, glad that she could accomplish something worthwhile. After confirming again that she was safe, she drifted down from the ledge, planting her feet onto the rocky ground and remaining still for a moment, still unsure about the danger. She didn’t want a geodude to suddenly sprout from the side of a wall and launch a bounder at her, so she surveyed her surroundings carefully.

Consistent movement continued from the corner of her eye as she scanned the rest of the area, spotting Derino during her scan, and watched as he was relatively unaffected. He stalked her way, also suspicious and casting wary glances left and right as he approached. She verified that he was awake and would remain so, and turned back to the movement, approaching a struggling Rentana, who had let down her barrier. She gripped her mate, head dropping frequently, only to shoot back up again. She gritted her teeth and tried lightly to shake the krinar awake, but with little effect.

Tarla moved silently toward her, and the psychic type looked to her with perplexity in her eyes, which she fought to keep open. Tarla’s face was suddenly transformed into one of sympathy and she continued to watch, her beak forming the faintest of smiles. She considered the futile efforts of her fellow colony member; her beak showed admiration for how she fought to cling to the bit of consciousness she refused to relinquish, but her eyes displayed sadness. She could picture the scene as some kind of end to a fatal battle, had the opposing two been against them. However, she snapped out of that and moved closer, peering down at Etire across from Rentana.

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Default Re: Through the Eyes of a Flareon ~ [PG] - Book Two

“How is he?” she asked a little lighter than she would like have liked.

The psychic pokémon blinked furiously, applying pressure to each blink in some kind of effort to wake herself up and banish the tiredness. “Yes,” she muttered. However, she took a moment to realise she hadn’t answered properly and fixed her words. “He’s tired.”

Tarla knew she was talking about herself, but the statement could be applied to him as well, given the effort he exerted and the damage he sustained. “How injured is he? Will he...?” She restrained from using any word that would relate to death for her friend’s sake, but even in her sleepy state, she picked up on the hidden implication and gave a somewhat bewildered expression of shock and disgust.

“He’s going to live,” she exclaimed, more of a demand than the result of an analysis.

“We need to treat some of those wounds,” Tarla explained carefully, her voice steady as she looked the kirlia in the eyes. She could clearly see that she was not herself. She acknowledged Derino’s presence behind her, watching his looming shadow cast itself partway onto Etire.

“I can’t...heal him,” the kirlia forced out, her jaw lazy but quite stiff.

“Nobody asked you to heal him,” she responded gently, taking a breath. “Rentana, you need to sleep. You can’t keep yourself awake; you’ll drop as soon as we start moving.” The opposing pokémon just stared at something past the altaria, her expression pained and reluctant, as if she were angry and about to burst into tears. She rocked, her body tilting forward and her head following in little jerks as she tried to control it, correcting her balance if she leaned too much. As a result she was constantly moving, and Tarla knew that she was not going to be able to keep it up for any longer.

“No,” she firmly responded through gritted teeth, her lips parting in a sneer. “I can’t fall...asleep.”

The altaria closed her eyes momentarily to take a breath, but opened them again once realising that the kirlia may have thought it an act to encourage the same action. “It’s okay if you sleep. Just look at you. You can’t keep your eyes open for more than three seconds at a time. Your head’s drooping like a wilted flower.” She glanced up to the granbull beside her, a serious expression still etched into his brow. “If you do sleep, Derino will have no problem carrying you over his shoulder and Etire over the other. He’s strong; he can handle it.”

She could see that the kirlia was reluctant and nearly tried arguing again, but was clearly unable to devise an appropriate response that would help her position at all. Tarla knew that she was sensible and would likely adhere to what was practical, as she usually did.

After helping the psychic type up, she remained on the tips of her toes, as all kirlia did, and tried to maintain her balance. Tarla placed her head under Etire’s and raised it, angling him up as she supported his upper back. The granbull took a pace and lifted the pokémon onto his left shoulder with relative ease, appearing unburdened as he turned around and began to make his way back down the path they had taken to arrive.

The flying type turned to Rentana, who looked to be somewhat more alert, and double-checked that she was alright before watching her pace with specific concentration. Tarla took to the skies in a single aimed stroke of her two wings and launching herself skyward and began to glance about. She could clearly see their battlefield from above, which looked like quite a small space, and realised that it wasn’t actually all that large, as she had already concluded while still on the ground anyway.

She ascended, the wind aiding her rise, and soon she became high enough to see the majority of land for leagues to come, although not at all in detail. The path that her fellow colony members were going to take was certainly the right one. She felt herself shiver with relief at the thought of her friends, if they too deemed her such, finally being on the correct path. The fact that they had ignored her before was not only frustrating, but frightening, and she genuinely hoped they would trust her enough to listen in the future.

From above she watched as Derino, clearly taking the lead, came to a halt. She had no cause to question his actions as she saw a figure in front of him, one that had appeared from nowhere. She felt her heart begin to beat a little faster again. She neared the scene, noticing that it was a diglett. All fear subsided, and she smiled with newfound relief, questioning herself with amusement as to how she could have found that something to be worried about. She noticed a few more pop up, but knew they would be no match for her, Derino and Rentana. She didn’t bet on the kirlia being able to fight, but even so, two stronger pokémon could easily outmatch those puny diglett.

Nearing the ground, the flying type aimed for the top of one of the cliff walls to the side of her colony mates. She perched on the right one, surveying the scene only a few metres before her from above. The diglett disappeared and she gave a satisfied smile, but was suddenly shocked when Rentana tripped up and fell, remaining on the ground. She fluttered down behind her, her back to the area in which her drowsiness had started, and nudged her a few times, concluding that she had finally given in to sleep. She assumed that it was because she could relax once she knew Etire was safe, as her protection of him had been her reason to keep herself awake in the first place.

“Derino,” she began with a small amount of amusement in her tone, “Rentana’s collapsed with sleepiness.”

The granbull whirled around, at first a fairly reasonable expression upon his hardened face. In a moment of confusion, Tarla frowned as the normal type’s expression morphed into one of complete alarm, his brow making way for large eyes. The altaria had never seen him so expressive, and was about to question him when she heard something behind her. She froze, then whirled around, only to see something dangerously close before it slammed into her body. A small horn drove itself into her somewhere as the rest of her was carried backwards, thankfully missing the unconscious Rentana. Tarla was unable to do a thing, her body having completely locked up with the impossibility of movement as she was driven through the pass.

Derino was quick to brace himself as he dipped his shoulder and rested the krinar against one of the rock walls, and suddenly was unsure what to do. He could easily have stopped the charging rhyhorn had the altaria not been glued to his front, but because she was there was nowhere he could grab. He was forced to step aside as the pokémon raced blindly through, and trusted the bird pokémon to save herself as he spotted, with increasing urgency, the kirlia’s unconscious body under the curious stare of a geodude.

He unleashed a bark-like roar, the viciousness from his maw rippling to those around him before he charged forward and tensed his arm muscles in preparation for an ice punch, the crystals already forming on his paw as he felt the sting of significantly unfamiliar coldness spread through his veins.

The geodude was startled and hopped out the way, another two sending boulders Derino’s way. He made an effort to duck, and although one soared over his head, one tripped him up and sent him tumbling across the ground, only to get up again in a roll and strike the ground beside the kirlia. The floor frosted over, the ice hardening immediately as the backsplash of pointed stalagmite-like icicles sprung up in a few directions, creating a miniature wall, or at least a warning for those who neared. The increasing group of waking pokémon began to pile up at the entrance to the path marked by the two surrounding walls that closed them in, dismissing themselves from the battlefield to form a building army.

Derino’s anxiety helped sculpt the thought that they were completely and totally outmatched. He had no idea how they were going to overcome these pokémon’s forces, and on top of that, he didn’t know how he was going to be able to protect the two unconscious psychic types. His mind ticked, the time to think up possibilities fleeting as more ground and rock types began to bleed onto the path.

Thinking up something quickly, the granbull braced himself and focused for a mere moment, feeling his muscles harden once again as he angled himself behind the kirlia, so she and the small ice wall were between him and the wild pokémon, and struck the wall with uncontrolled force from his angle, launching boulders and smaller rocks their way as they broke from the wall upon contact.

He knew that they wouldn’t cause any damage, but took the distraction as a chance for him to gather more iciness in his arm, quickly grasping the kirlia’s arms and dragging her as far away from them as he could in a short space of time, before racing back and aiming to plunge his fist at the rock types in a direct attack. He understood that creating a wall of ice that would stop them, or even slow them down for a significant period, would take an ice type’s experience, but that clearly wasn’t an option for him, and he figured that, ice type or not, he was able to manipulate an element that his enemies were weak to. He wasn’t going to waste that opportunity.

The rhyhorn continued to charge, the pain repeating itself as Tarla was still being carried along, and she realise just how far it was from the next wall, the one that marked the end of the path as it stretched further and then bent to the left, in the direction she had originally intended to go, and the beast was stupid enough not to turn and pin her against one of the side walls.

Using this to her advantage, she began to screech, and then gathered herself to sing a shaky and wrongly-pitched lullaby once again. The rhyhorn grunted in protest and, clearly choosing the release of his prisoner over falling asleep again, shook her free, slowing to a stop before whirling around. By that time, the altaria had already taken wing, and she hovered in the air before a rock narrowly missed her, whizzing past. She frowned and descended, avoiding the pokémon’s continuous stream of rocks. The dual type felt a little distressed as she launched a dragonbreath attack in the rock type’s face, and she could see that she was not fond of it whatsoever.

Before she could give her time to react, she took wing again and quickly made her way to Derino, who was heavily outmatched as he struggled to drive them back at all. They were level with the ice wall, and a geodude began to smash the icicles. The dragon and flying type soared through the air, levelling her neck and sneering with disgust before she dove down. Some of the rock types notified others of her presence as they began firing things at her, and she beat the air, jolting to one side as a rock missed her by only a feather. The rest were relatively aimless, giving her the time and space she needed to unleash a dragonbreath upon the entire crowd as she passed from the front. She ensured that she hit the pokémon closest to Derino and Rentana with the brunt of the attack before powering over the rest of them, showering them with crackling energy mixed with the spores that, as she had hoped, began to paralyse some of them. She wheeled around and fired another weaker stream from the back of the group, noticing that there were still three or so unconscious with sleep in their previous battlefield, hoping they were not going to stir anytime soon.

As she rained the crowd with her dragon type attack, she felt the tiniest bit of isolated apprehension before she cried out in pain and descended quicker than she could work to save herself, tumbling mercilessly against a rocky surface. She tumbled for a number of metres before coming to a halt, picking herself heavily from the ground as she noticed the rhyhorn from before, the only one that had gotten past Derino and now came from the other side, booming as she thundered toward her.

The granbull felt entirely defenceless as more pokémon pushed, firing dirty boulders and hefty stones his way. His blocking mechanism was wearing off, his forearms beginning to ache and bleed with the scrapes and indents that the hardened earth had created when he braced them in front of him in a cross, and his ice attacks were only getting weaker. His urgency was flaring to a nearly unbearable level; his only comfort, if it was that at all, was knowing that some of the opposing pokémon had become paralysed, even if it was only two at the front and a few more scattered loosely throughout the rest of the mob. The thought was not at all calming, and he only found himself gritting his teeth with fear as he had no idea what to do.

A shout from behind alerted him to the rhyhorn who reached down with his head and bucked the altaria up, tossing her to the wall on Derino’s left as he faced them, somewhere near where Etire was resting, and continued to advance with weighty steps that hit the ground and caused it to throb lightly in her wake. The granbull knew he had let his guard down from behind, but needed not concern himself as he avoided the rock and ground pokémon’s assault. Derino panted hard in light of his exertions and hurried to collect Rentana, watching as his enemy neared the crowd. The rhyhorn whirled around, coming in contact with them as she released a battle cry before, without stopping, leading her pokémon’s assault. They all cheered and roared in return, and Derino shook his head, feeling every muscle in his body ache from what he had sustained and what he had dealt. His lungs were groaning with a need for more air, his throat drying faster than he could wet it with the futile efforts of swallowing saliva.

He rushed to Tarla, who was against the ground, and delivered a short kick to jumpstart her. Although she frowned and cringed in pain, she quickly hopped up and, realising they only had a collection of seconds to formulate some sort of plan, Derino shouted, “Carry them out of here!”

She agreed and, not mentioning she could only carry one at once in her talons, grabbed Etire, who was against the wall nearby, and spread her wings. She felt momentary doubt for a reason she could not fathom before she dragged her wings down with deliberate force, and it was then that she realised what the doubt was.

A crippling pain roared through her wing, and, shocked, she immediately screamed, her distress vocally projected as sharp jagged spikes which soared through the air into all ears of those who were in range. Derino spun around with horror at the mere sound of her cry and witnessed her uselessness as she leaned on one side, all her weight on one outstretched wing before she could adjust herself and remain upright, and allowed the other wing to hang as she bellowed with pain.

“Fly!” demanded the normal type and Tarla threw him a look of exaggerated disdain, eyes wide with disgust and emanating waves of discomfort and hurt.

“I can’t!” she shouted and he growled with increasing frustration. Without Tarla’s wings, there was no way they could get the others or himself to safety. She couldn’t even save herself.

With a grunt he began to break into a run, looking over his shoulder to see the flying type, dangerously close to the mob of nearing pokémon, clamp her small beak around the psychic and fighting type’s arm where it was thinnest, and began to hop after him. She flapped one wing frantically to propel herself forward, still taken by the pain of the other as she was forced to tuck in so it didn’t slow her. She blundered after him, the pokémon being dragged by her side scuffing over stones as they went, until their path was suddenly obstructed by clustered brown bodies.

The altaria cursed aloud as the diglett and dugtrio, clearly enraged, blocked their path and popped from the side walls. Tarla had heard of territorial, but these pokémon were just overdoing it. “Stop!” she called, dropping what part of Etire she had been able to keep off the ground. “Why are you doing this?”

The rock and ground types spilled around them, some charging through and clashing with Derino’s arms as they went past. He held Rentana firmly over his shoulder, unwilling to allow harm to come to her in an unconscious state.

“Does territory not speak as well to you as it does to us?” boomed a rhyhorn, the one who had been at the fore of the crowd and who had attacked Tarla.

“What do you mean?” she responded, her wings puffing up as she ruffled the feathers downing her body.

“Is it not clear?” yelled another, his voice gravelly and clearly unimpressed.

“You desecrate our land and try to tear it down. Your means of tunnelling are not accepted by the diglett!” the rhyhorn responded, and by the sounds of things, she was the leader.

“We weren’t tunnelling,” grumbled Derino, the arm that didn’t hold Rentana over his shoulder tensing with a balled fist.

“That is your other problem,” hissed the rhyhorn, taking steady, clunky steps around them. They watched her cautiously, still trying to keep watch of the other pokémon. “You destroy our habitat for no innocent reason.” She narrowed her eyes as she came to a halt, then walked a few paces toward Tarla. “We know who you are.”

“We were trying to make a path!” Derino exclaimed, and the altaria shook her head.

“No, that krinar was trying to make a path. I had no part in it. I told them to go the other way and they didn’t listen.”

“You are all guilty!” thundered the rhyhorn. “And I, Thunderquake, will see to it that justice serves you well.” She released a shriek of combat and the crowd began to charge forward, the diglett and dugtrio on the other side doing the same.

Tarla and Derino, back to back as they stood guard in their own defence, stiffened as the attack neared. “Derino, I don’t know what to do. My dragonbreath attack is the only ranged attack I have, and that won’t stop them. It won’t even make them flinch.”

The granbull said nothing as his great jaws pressed together, his lips jerking to make way for bared teeth. The rhyhorn and geodude powered closer, the former crunching their paws against the earth in a flurry of stamps and thuds, the diglett and dugtrio from the other direction tunnelling through the ground and spattering dirt in flecks.

The pressure of the situation began to well inside the altaria and she pressed her beak together, deciding against it and separating it, then closing it again, and repeated the process. She felt shivers burst at the top of her neck and shudder throughout the rest of her body, her talons curling, trying to dig into the ground. Her heartbeat was faster than it had been when she was attacked by that skarmory, her chattering body not eligible to stop anytime soon as she continued to shake. They were so close that she could almost cry from the pain of their sharp horns, bulky bodies and powerful determination. She was trapped.

Without warning, Thunderquake, leading the attack, suddenly lit up with alarm, the rocky ground around her instantly caving with less than a few steps to provoke its degradation. Tarla gasped, the realisation coming to her as the ground collapsed further back, where more of them were, and each shrieked as they tumbled down below, the process happening in the blink of an eye and yet somehow slow.

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Several of the rhyhorn panicked, jerking their heads in such a motion to propel the geodude in front of them forward, possibly to fling them to safety, flying surprisingly far as they soared over Tarla and Derino and smashed into the ground on the other side. The tunnelling dugtrio and diglett didn’t seem to falter as there was a loud crack and the ground beneath them simply fell, the impact obviously enough to shatter the earth. Tarla and Derino widened their eyes but had no time to move as several tunnelling ground types popped up around them before they all sunk with the rest of the surrounding land. The ground separated like a bough heavy with plump aipom climbing branches, and simply broke away, falling to pieces.

The altaria cried out in dismay, trying to launch into the sky but felt only the drop under her feet as she fell helplessly down, the krinar flopping with her as he tumbled through the air, still unconscious. Rocks grazed her and forced themselves to clamp around her wings when they cracked before they separated in the freefall, the pain jolting from her wings to the rest of her body. She grimaced and tried to regain her bearings, but had no such luck as she slammed into the ground, several large boulders falling on and around her. Thankfully they were small ones that landed on her body, being lighter and falling slower, but she still groaned as they rained on her head and scraped her neck.

Derino had experienced much the same thing, his grip unfalteringly around Rentana as he shielded her body from any stray debris, trying his hardest to land on his feet, but in the confusion, ending on his back. He dropped the kirlia onto his front so she slumped uselessly, nearly obstructing his vision as he held out his arms in a crossed fashion, preventing most rocks from landing on them while he suffered the effects of being winded. Some still pattered down after the larger ones had passed, but most were tiny and harmless.

After the crumbling rocks had subsided, the altaria moaned, feeling aches in many places as her breath caught in her throat. It took her a moment to breathe again, and once she did, she shot to her feet, glancing frantically around at first to identify where she had landed. She quickly realised that most of the crowd had fallen with them and were also on the ground, a little dazed from the fall and the impact. However, being partly rock types, she knew they wouldn’t be hindered for long.

As Etire began to stir, Derino glared over to him, as if momentarily disappointed that he had been overcome and defeated during battle. It didn’t last long as he too noticed the quickly recovering enemy pokémon. Not a moment later, Rentana awoke, her heavy eyelids giving way to tired pupils that surveyed the area with a quick analysis. It took her a second to remember her mate, and once she did, she leapt a few paces away, where he lay near Tarla.

The altaria narrowed her eyes, jerking her head in a gesture to suggest that the granbull fall in beside them. “Rentana, shield!”

The kirlia stroked the krinar’s face with a back-turned hand before getting to her toes and placing herself in the middle of the group, quickly erecting a surrounding shield generated by her ability to protect usually just herself. She had to remain standing, her arms apart while she held the shield up, the strain hitting her with more force than she had expected.

Etire hobbled to her side, his concern topping his thoughts as he struggled to stay standing. He gave her a confident nod and then looked at the other two. When he raised his voice and spoke, he was surprised by its frailty. “What’s going on?”

“We’re under attack,” Tarla responded, half paying him attention and half focusing on the disjointed mob around them.

The krinar looked around, cringing as he realised that many wounds on his body were pulsing with ache, and some were bleeding. He could clearly see that they were outmatched, and as he jumped once they began to hammer and ram into the protective force-field, he felt a shudder run through the length of his body. He knew Rentana couldn’t physically hold the barrier for long. He swallowed, realising even that hurt a little. “...Uh oh.”

***

We had been travelling for quite some time. The others had been relatively silent and it bugged me. I wished that I had someone to keep me company, because it seemed as if the two quadrupeds were either too caught up in their private affairs and unwilling to share with me; they had some kind of unspoken argument bouncing between their eyes which I was, of course, also excluded from. Splash wasn’t one for conversation, I had discovered, and although the prospect didn’t surprise me, it didn’t stop me from wishing he was a little more talkative.

We passed through another narrow passage that would allow two to walk side-by-side down. However, none of us were interested in pairing up, so we just walked single file. I was at the rear of the line, too concerned about their secrets and my boredom to be worried about what might, would or could be following. I only checked upon remembering to; otherwise, I didn’t pay attention to it.

“So, uh...” I began, projecting my voice to the pokémon in front of me. “This path leads to the outside world in time for us to intercept the party?”

The houndoom, his head hanging as he trudged on, briefly gave me a glance, with a somewhat identifiable expression. “It does,” he answered, and turned back, clearly not intent on engaging in a lengthy conversation.

“Well, do you...have a map?” I asked with a cringe, understanding how ridiculous that sounded.

He gave a chuckle in the form of a puff through his nostrils, somewhat condescending. He turned his head again and looked at me lightly. “No.”

I had expected him to come up with something better than that, but clearly his mood prevented him from saying anything remotely cheeky or witty. For some reason I wanted it to happen though; he was acting weird. “Okay, spill the beans.” He threw a face with a knotted brow toward me, the look on his face suddenly more wary. I didn’t heed his intended warning and continued, “What is with you and the ice type? Would you stop hiding everything already? I think I deserve to know.” He looked to want to protest but before he could, I added, “Or, if you don’t want to tell me for whatever stupid reason, why don’t you at least have a normal conversation with me about something else? Don’t you think it’s a little selfish to keep everything to yourself and leave me outta the loop without even bothering to compensate?”

“You’re talkin’ a whole lotta gibberish, Flair,” he responded somewhat defensively, and although I didn’t know what he meant, I simply assumed he believed that he didn’t owe me conversation of any kind. I moved up beside him, probably making him a little uncomfortable in the narrow walkway but not exactly caring myself.

“That’s another thing. Why the nickname? You know my name and you’ve used it, so tell me, why do you still call me ‘Flair’?”

He threw his marginally agitated expression in front of him first, as if to test if the glaceon could hear, and then back to me. He gave a short sigh. He seemed to lean in close, and I frowned, wondering what he planned to say. I angled my head in interest so his muzzle was right by my ear. He waited a moment and then uttered, “Because I feel like it.”

At his remark I rolled my head around with open jaws, hoping to catch some of his flesh in my teeth. I rumbled with a growl and he flicked his tail, having pulled away at the right time. I narrowed my eyes and murmured, “Useless,” and we kept walking.

It hadn’t been long when the path widened and we came to a much more open passage, similar to how it was when Azure and Splash had caught up to us a short while ago, and suddenly, something strange pulsed through the tunnel from another direction. My ears pricked as I came to a halt behind Azure and Splash, who had stopped as well. The glaceon was alert as her ears stood atop her head, and the quagsire merely stood casually. I doubted he had done anything but follow Azure’s movements.

As far as I could make out, it sounded like a series of smashes, yelps from other pokémon and shattering of rock. I nearly expected a tremble beneath my toes, but felt nothing but an odd fire start within me. There had definitely been something unusual nearby. It almost sounded like something had burst through a wall or the floor of the tunnel, but I was completely unsure. I had never heard anything like it, and I wasn’t about to make assumptions. I had to see what it was.

“Come on,” I commanded brusquely, taking off down the tunnel. The noises and other similar commotion continued, so it was easy to simply follow my ears. I came to an abrupt stop after running partway down the passage, turning back a few paces and darting down a side path, curving with the tunnel as I raced on.

“Wait!” I heard Zaion call, and I grinned smugly on the inside, happy to have disobeyed him. “Flair, that’s the wrong way!”

I didn’t bother to give him the satisfaction of an answer and kept going, extending my limbs in front and behind me in an effort to outrun him and possibly lose him, although I knew I had no idea what I would be encountering, so any bait – uh, I mean, company – would be appreciated, especially if it was a fight I was entering. The fact that it could be a battle only occurred to me when the sounds I heard before had grown relatively loud, indicating that whatever I was hearing was at the end of the tunnel I was following. Paired with that realisation was the thought that whatever it was had to have been strong enough to break through a wall, meaning that it had to have been powerful. That’s how it had sounded, anyway.

I suddenly regretted leaving the others behind. It was always a forte of mine to be rash, and combined with stubbornness and any form of revenge, even if it was merely expressed in the form of inconveniencing my victim, it was common that I found myself in dangerous predicaments.

One time I distinctively remembered an incident where Izante’s master had woken to a chilly breeze in the middle of winter on a day when we were camping outside, and Izante had been in her poké ball the entire night. I was out, however, not as prone to feeling the cold, and he blamed me for a burnt hole in the side of the tent. I had been rather offended when he blamed me, as I had not committed the act and therefore denied responsibility for the crime, and Master had been persuaded to side with him. It had hurt me greatly, and out of anger for them both, once they went back to sleep, I slipped out the same hole and eventually found myself in a fight with three humans who thought I was wild.

I had worked my butt off trying to fend them off, and they had clearly been without strong morals, as they wore me down to a tired lump of fur, and had discussed the possibility of taking me to a “release specialist,” which I knew was only a euphemism for a human that severed the connection a pokémon had with a poké ball and simultaneously a trainer, and unbound the pokémon, voluntary or not. I had come dangerously close to being abducted before my master and Izante’s had found me, bordering on unconsciousness as the humans prepared to transport me. Luckily the fight had been fairly short and my master’s other pokémon had wiped out their opponents without trouble, but the fact still remained: I had fled in an emotional rage and gotten myself into a pickle, all to presumably “punish” my trainer for not believing me.

I presently forgot the past and spilled into a room that was quite large and populated with pokémon, which surprised me considering we hadn’t seen many yet, as well as an abnormally enormous amount of light. I shielded my eyes from the gushing brightness which poured in from above through a gaping gap in the ceiling. My brow rippled with perplexity and I recoiled in surprise; that was certainly not a regular occurrence, and neither was it natural.

I didn’t know what else to absorb next; there was a considerable amount of rock and ground type pokémon, each looking fiercer than the last, but none directly swayed me with a breeze of fear. The group as a whole was visibly daunting, but I was glad that each pokémon had their back turned, figuratively speaking, apparently entirely focused on pokémon that didn’t match the rest.

In the centre of the wide spotlight was a group of four huddled pokémon, and with alarm and confusion I identified them as the party members we were searching for. I certainly knew Tarla’s face, as well as her species, but the others were unknown to me. I remembered the granbull from my first day at the colony, as he was one of the pokémon who opened the door to Habib’s home, but the kirlia and her lookalike counterpart were unknown to me. I only assumed they were pokémon belonging to the names that Cubbs or Mynk shared with me while I was being shown through the colony grounds—names which I had forgotten. None of them seemed to notice me as I stood, mostly concealed, watching from a distance.

A barrier placed around them looked to be held up by the kirlia, her arms raised and her face tight with concentration and knowledge of the possibility that she could let the protective covering down at any given moment if she was to falter. A question ran in my head and I wondered why there was a shield at all. It seemed to have little effect, and was only draining the kirlia’s strength. ‘They’re not preparing for escape,’ I determined, ‘and they’re not charging up attacks. So what’s the tactic?’

Taking me by surprise, the ground types began ramming themselves into the transparent green shield, and I gave a frown, realising that the purpose of the shield was probably just general protection; they looked to be out of ideas and low on defence mechanisms, probably as they recovered from what could have been a fall from above, judging by the plentiful debris and the unnatural look of the opening above them. The shield was also one of their only chances to think of something – or more like anything – that could help them. I looked upon the scene with mixed feelings. I knew for a fact that I would have jumped immediately in to help, but a long time ago, I had discovered fire couldn’t burn rock.

Just as I hoped someone would arrive, the pattering of paws reached my ears, followed by the appearance of my houndoom travelling companion, and then of Azure and Splash, who had trailed closely behind in pursuit. “Woah, what happened here?” the fire and dark type questioned with genuine surprise, his eyes absorbing the scene before him.

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“I don’t know, but those guys are trapped. We have to get them outta there,” I informed him, although I sort of hoped he would already have been able to pick that up; only someone with brain damage couldn’t have guessed that much.

Azure, standing behind us with a face of concern shaped by angled eyebrows, whispered something to Splash before she looked to hesitate, and then burst into the room from between us, screeching with what I thought was unnecessary volume, her shrill cry flooding the entire room as she unleashed beams of ice that struck the ground types and fanned out on their behinds. The quagsire was similarly quick to react, firing columns of gushing water into more of the wild pokémon.

Azure leapt over a rhyhorn after springing upwards, turning while airborne and firing shards of ice one after the other and watching as they split on her target’s armour. The rhyhorn grunted in a half-roar, trying to shake off the cold as he backed up and attempted to free himself of the ice that crusted his rocky skin. His thick brow came down over his eyes, the rage on his face flaring and revealing itself as a motive to hunt the glaceon down as she darted off, weaving between other pokémon and spurting short spears of ice to assorted targets from her jaws.

Splash spewed out rows of water at a rapid rate, soaking a pair of geodude who had rounded on him and tried to attack. Another one followed, but to Splash’s contentment, slipped on a puddle which had been transformed by the water he produced. It had also influenced other parts of the tunnel’s floor, turning several patches into muddy puddles. Due to this, the rock pokémon slid over time and again, landing with wet, sloshing thuds.

A number of the diglett began to surround him, some of them ramming into him from underneath. He aimed and fired, missing as a diglett ducked and the projectile continued on toward the barrier, pounding its shell as it ricocheted a little and then met the earth after losing momentum. A dugtrio emerged from the ground to the quagsire’s side, and while busy with the others, he didn’t notice as the pokémon began pumping in and out of the ground, the three conjoined bodies creating a quake while working off each other and took turns hammering the earth with precise movements. The entire room was victim to a wobble, but the ground near the quagsire in particular gained a crack, one of his feet slipping into a tiny crevice. I could clearly see it scrape along the sides of the rock and cringed; that was how Zhol had ruined her foot, and the end result had not been pretty.

“We have to do something,” I decided, and the houndoom didn’t protest as I waited for a reply, so I went ahead with my plan and sped into the room, coming upon a dugtrio while blowing a hot jet of flames. I could tell the attack injured the pokémon to an acceptable extent before he disappeared and more diglett swarmed me. One of them vanished with a deliberation that I certainly recognised, and waited for about the time it would take to get from its hole to me, and bounced at what I had calculated was the right time, landing on the ground a few paces away and blowing more fire at the ground types. I moved back, close to the shield, and nearly turned around to slip behind the shield, which was close to the back wall, as I fended them off.

Taking the chance and beginning to run behind the shield after turning around, my ears pricked up in response to the sound of constant thumping before I saw, from the other end of the shield, that Azure was nearing at a quick pace. As I identified the thundering as a rhyhorn stampeding after her, not yet in view, I widened my eyes. She was darting rather quickly, and I wasn’t sure exactly where to go in order to avoid her, or worse, the charging rhyhorn which would surely appear from around the corner of the barrier any second.

“Move!” she shouted, and I registered just before she came through, squashing against the barrier as she passed between me and the wall with just enough space. Preparing to propel myself around to follow her, hardly interested in coming in contact with the rhyhorn, I quickly rotated around. I barely had a chance to move as the diglett from before erupted from the ground, throwing me to my left and directly into the barrier with a thump. I landed on my side and groaned as the rhyhorn swerved around and into the space between the barrier and the wall, beginning to charge my way in pursuit of the glaceon. For one foolish moment I imagined that the rock and ground type would ignore me and power straight past, but after realising how ridiculous that would have been, I cursed logic and returned my glance from over my shoulder.

The pokémon thudded my way, and as quickly as I could I got to my feet, only to be rammed against the barrier a second time as the diglett head-butted me while I had been busy focusing on more pressing matters, and in that moment, I knew that I was going to be swept away by the charging dual type behind me.

The pokémon’s rocky body slammed into my side, carrying me in its charge as it failed to turn and headed straight toward the wall—the same one we had emerged from that was connected to our tunnel. “Wait, wait!” I called, my voice failing at first as I found myself a little winded. “Stop! You don’t wanna do that. You’re heading straight for a wall!”

Apparently that fact didn’t concern the pokémon as he continued to charge, and with a sickening feeling, I tried to scramble off his head, finding it difficult to move at all. However, I managed to slip away once I wedged myself off, crumpling once I hit the ground and tumbling for a short while. I got to my paws and shook off, feeling a new pulse in my side. The rhyhorn wheeled around and with ongoing annoyance, I realised that there were more diglett powering through the ground in my direction.

“We need he-elp,” I sung agitatedly, throwing a glare to the houndoom who looked on without much of an expression. He stood at the entrance still, and I found myself growing more serious as the seconds passed.

I threw my head to Splash and Azure, noticing that they were doing fairly well, yet to our horror, the opening above invited more pokémon to drop down onto the barrier upon hearing their friends in danger, and I was completely unsure if the influx of enemy pokémon was able to be held off. However, I had my own problems to deal with, and turned back to the houndoom, demanding his presence as I felt my respect – or all I could muster in the days I had known him – for him steeply plummet.

The pokémon were approaching with increasing speed, and I knew that I was unable to face them alone. As I looked back to them and tried firing a ball of flame, which simply dissipated as the diglett ducked and it instead came in contact with the ground, I realised that if I didn’t come up with a new strategy on the spot, I was in for some serious damage.

“Zaion!” I shouted, and although the houndoom acknowledged my call, he still did nothing. Instead of jumping to my rescue and looking to act as some kind of saviour, he just looked on.




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Awesome as always! Y'know, the more I read this, the more I wonder why Zaion is still my favorite character. Probably because I feel he has a reason for everything he's done so far, and I can't wait to find out what that reason is. Also, I'm looking forward to how the other clan members will react when they see him, unless it's just something with Azure, which I doubt it is.

Once this is over, you just know that Tarla's going to be piiiiiiiissed.

Lastly, I don't remember if I asked this before, but how did you come up with some of these cool names?
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Awesome as always! Y'know, the more I read this, the more I wonder why Zaion is still my favorite character. Probably because I feel he has a reason for everything he's done so far, and I can't wait to find out what that reason is. Also, I'm looking forward to how the other clan members will react when they see him, unless it's just something with Azure, which I doubt it is.

Once this is over, you just know that Tarla's going to be piiiiiiiissed.

Lastly, I don't remember if I asked this before, but how did you come up with some of these cool names?
Thank you! XD Oh really? Yeah, fair enough! Ahaha, well actually, it pretty much is just something with Azure. The others know of his existence, but they won't react how Azure did. >:3

XDDDDD Ooh yeah. Nobody listened to her and look what happened. XD

Oh, you did! But I didn't reply. o.o How rude of me! Well Dusty was the name of a chao I have on Sonic Adventure 2 Battle, and my friend, who I started writing TtEoaF with (who then later stopped writing it and I decided to write this by myself) actually came up with the leafeon character Izante. The name itself was a name her brother invented, although funnily enough it was the name of my chao, Dusty's, mother. XD Zaion is a name I've had in my bank for ages, and I always pictured it for a houndoom, so I kept it until I could use it with this one. Zhol is a guest star character that dimongirlofthefuture came up with, and the rest of the names are pretty much random ones that I've come up with, whether it be playing around with letter combinations/word alterations, or random names that sometimes just...pop into my head. XD I have a list of names in a word document that I consult when I make a new character, so that I may name them from that list.

Basically I just pull them out of thin air. XD Either that or they're inspired by something. I couldn't give you an example of a name that was inspired by another name specifically, though. XD *can't think of one*

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Thank you! XD Oh really? Yeah, fair enough! Ahaha, well actually, it pretty much is just something with Azure. The others know of his existence, but they won't react how Azure did. >:3

XDDDDD Ooh yeah. Nobody listened to her and look what happened. XD

Oh, you did! But I didn't reply. o.o How rude of me! Well Dusty was the name of a chao I have on Sonic Adventure 2 Battle, and my friend, who I started writing TtEoaF with (who then later stopped writing it and I decided to write this by myself) actually came up with the leafeon character Izante. The name itself was a name her brother invented, although funnily enough it was the name of my chao, Dusty's, mother. XD Zaion is a name I've had in my bank for ages, and I always pictured it for a houndoom, so I kept it until I could use it with this one. Zhol is a guest star character that dimongirlofthefuture came up with, and the rest of the names are pretty much random ones that I've come up with, whether it be playing around with letter combinations/word alterations, or random names that sometimes just...pop into my head. XD I have a list of names in a word document that I consult when I make a new character, so that I may name them from that list.

Basically I just pull them out of thin air. XD Either that or they're inspired by something. I couldn't give you an example of a name that was inspired by another name specifically, though. XD *can't think of one*

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Oh. Well hey, that means Dusty might finally get some answers from one of them.

Yep, especially at Etire.

Oh, neat, but I was mainly referring to how you get the syllables together in a way that makes them sound like actual words. I never understood how people were able to do that.
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Oh. Well hey, that means Dusty might finally get some answers from one of them.

Yep, especially at Etire.

Oh, neat, but I was mainly referring to how you get the syllables together in a way that makes them sound like actual words. I never understood how people were able to do that.
O: We shall see.

Definitely. XD He's certainly gonna cop it the worst.

I think it might be because I make up so many random names that I can pick the best ones and use them (or, well, maybe not even the best ones xD); I name every single pokemon in every pokemon game I have (which has the ability to be named, not like Conquest and such games) and have for a long time, so I think that's partly why I can choose the better ones and leave the silly ones to the in-game pokemon. XD It may also be that, I dunno, I've been a writer since I was about six (not that I had any idea how to write back then XD) so that also might help me generate knowledge of how to formulate appropriate word/letter/syllable combinations. I'm sure you'd be fine at it! I mean, you could even start with something as simple as combining words, like, I dunno, "fire" and "mirror." You could go, I dunno, Firror, but then if that sounds funny, change the last two letters to "en," another common duo of letters, so it's Firren. Then, if you like it, you could use that. Then again, this isn't the method I use to come up with my names. Sometimes it is, but that can be really hard. I mean, I dunno...usually names just pop into my head and I don't have to make them work. If they sound funny then I won't use them, but if not, then sure, I will! You can also start off by using words such as "Ribbon" and "Mask," which, in the right instance, could make a great name. Or compound words, such as what Scytherwolf does with The Path of Destiny-- "Redclaw," "Snowcrystal," "Wildflame," etc. That's also a good way to start.

I hope that helps a little! o:

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I've lately been on a naming craze for my stories. Making sure each little world has a naming method. In Myth, my fan-fic, I usually choose names that give you this type of feeling of... having a complete world.

Like, the names Ventri, Ubit, Litai, others...

The Digimon of Myth have a different naming method, choosing certain words that bring out their character, such as 'Hope' and 'Card'

I like names :P

I just read through 'Unearthed' hopefully I can read more tomorrow. I did a massive read a couple months ago, ate through most of the story :D
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Ooh! On the topic of naming, I sometimes give characters pun names or names in other languages. One of my people characters, Alice Card, is first-named after a cat I had. Her last name is punnish - she's a very wild individual, and she's rather unpredictable, hence 'wild card'. Thom Otone's first name was stolen from a minor character in the Hunger Games series, and his last name is a play on 'otońo', the Spanish word for autumn. A Growlithe character I have, Dante, is named after Edmond Dantes from The Count of Monte Cristo.

I really need to get back into this series. If I get distracted from it at all, I forget my place and end up having to read everything over again.
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Ooh! On the topic of naming, I sometimes give characters pun names or names in other languages. One of my people characters, Alice Card, is first-named after a cat I had. Her last name is punnish - she's a very wild individual, and she's rather unpredictable, hence 'wild card'. Thom Otone's first name was stolen from a minor character in the Hunger Games series, and his last name is a play on 'otońo', the Spanish word for autumn. A Growlithe character I have, Dante, is named after Edmond Dantes from The Count of Monte Cristo.

I really need to get back into this series. If I get distracted from it at all, I forget my place and end up having to read everything over again.
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Thanks everyone, I'll keep all that in mind if I ever need it, which I probably do if I want any of the characters in my story (which I still haven't started yet) to have last names.
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