[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]Stark Mountain [Main Chamber] | ???
George 44 | Nikora 39
Nikora jumps back, again falling in step with the other Pokemon. The new-found energy was coursing through her veins. She wants to run! To run and jump and chase
Yet for the life of her she can not recall why they were in a cave again. They had left the caves to live under the open sky. Why would they even go into another cave? "You're open, take a shot!"
The new Pokemon yowls at them, forcing her to focus on the other Pokemon, "this fucker's under my control!"
The females tail wags. A shot? She only had one thing to shoot and it only takes a second for her to start charging her attack. Shots fired!
She spits the Ember toward the Rhydon's feet, the hot balls splashing and bursting in all directions as they collided with the ground. "Hot toes hot toes!"
She barks, jumping in place. Nothing liked walking on fire, not even rock types. Dance for me.
Maybe it would attack, or run! Maybe it would run and give her something to chase!!
George stepped away from the the now completely dead bird, a cold feeling coming over him. Even after all this time killing was not something he enjoyed. Hunting he loved, but killing was something else entirely. Necessary sure, kill or be killed yeah, but it never truly got easier. 'We kill to eat, we kill to survive. Life is precious and we do not waste it.'
The Alpha's words still rang true in his mind. This bird had been wasted- no one was going to eat it. It was nothing but uneeded death... “Are you alright, George?”
Sahara's voice pulls him from his near trance. The smaller hound flinches before pulling his eyes away from the corpse. His jaw ached from the steel and his pads felt raw from the bladed wings but he was no worse for wear. His voice is heavy and distant, "Yeah, Im fine."
Peaking at the Arcanine he can see the torn fur on her side where the birds wing had pierced her. That was going to sting like fury.
He doesn't have a chance to ask about her injuries as a creepy laugh echos into the chamber, swiftly followed by the source. A growl rumbles deep in George's throat as the Charixard moves closer and closer; their space was getting way too packed and soon they would not be able to fight without friendly fire. He takes a step back, trying to think tactically though he was never very good at that. Looking at the Skarmory for only a second he considers pushing it down the cliffside to give them a little more room. Dammit George there isnt time for that!
As if on cue the Charizard starts a monologue, giving him time to act though all he does is examine his new enemy. The scent of undead was already heavy in the air but it was clear this Pokemon was not alive. If not for the blood on its muzzle, unnatural red eyes, or purple splotched scales, it had one dead giveaway- a cold, flameless tail. The Charmander family's vitality visual.
It was another undead, insane though still sentient enough to speak. Wonderful."Ah seems some unfortunate souls got trapped in here. I am Eu sunt Dracul and I will be your doom if you don't tell me what I need to know. Where is the legendary that lives here and if you have seen a charizard anywhere do tell me then I'll let you live a little while longer."
The growl grows a bit louder. Let them live a little while longer? What was the point of that if he clearly intended on killing them. “I do not foresee you being my doom,”
Sahara sneered, her train of thought following his. Swiping the dead bird toward the new undead she sneers, “If you do not run away and play with your undead brethren, you might end up like this soulless abomination, here. You choose.”
Despite her confidence George isnt so sure. The space was tight now and it, Dracul or whatever, had the advantage of space. The slope was a hazard to nearly all of them but the Charizard could easily fly back up, though he could do little else with them. Plus he's a fire type..
Again, typing was not in their favor. He holds his tongue, another thing coming to mind. He's looking for the Heatran.
Was the legend infected and calling for subordinates?