Hearthome City || Late Morning 
Noise. No, it was more than noise, just a bloody racket. The permanent frown on the dragon’s face only intensified as the unpleasant squawking and shouting met his sensitive hearing, steel glare averted to the skies. Blue, the sun peeking out from the clouds as a shadow of feathery fiends glided overhead – Thread had found the culprits.
Perched in one of the trees, the Aerodactyl had spent the last half hour resting within the foliage, relishing in the silence as he considered patrolling the abandoned, nearby city. Although the place was engulfed with an uneasy atmosphere, the dragon had taken the stillness as a good thing and saw no hurry to investigate the state of the settlement; he imagined it was like every other city they’d passed. In the adjacent tree sat Thread’s partner, or his ‘follower ‘, his ‘lesser’, as he often reminded him. The aging Skarmory was preening his metallic feathers, unfazed by the irritating screeching as he remained totally engrossed in his appearance. Of all the things…”Cray,”
Thread snapped, expression as venomous as his natural tone. His body shifted, restless. The avian turned to him, disinterested. ”How can you stand this noise?”
He demanded, sincerely clueless to the bird’s indifference. ”They’re like fucking barbarians,””Well, they are undead. What were you expecting?"
Thread’s nostrils flared, a growl rumbling from his throat on instinct.”I expect a shred of order,”
He hissed, tail lashing irritably behind him as he regarded his colleague with a look of complete contempt. ”I didn’t leave one hellhole to stroll into another,”
He spoke of district twelve, a community of pokémon used for government purposes. The Aerodactyl had been in charge of keeping the inhabitants in order, ensuring the rules were obeyed with a cruel and unforgiving stringency. Unsurprisingly, the dragon had a particularly short patient with the antics of the idiot undead; their mindless, garbled cries were responsible for an ongoing headache. He caught the Skarmory’s judgmental stare, the avian likely to be thinking back to their work days as he remained motionless. “Fuck this. I’ll shut them up,”
Cray hadn’t the motivation to argue with the Aerodactyl, simply watching the creature rocket into the skies with an undying fire in his eyes. Through his years of work alongside the temperamental dragon, the avian had learnt well enough that there was no point in arguing with the control freak. Not only was it a useless feat, it was also dangerous. Thread was a sadistic bastard.
Sighing, the Skarmory was intent on keeping his position perched safely within the trees, but the sound of battle up ahead persuaded him otherwise. He had seen the cloud of greasy feathers pass over and knew that despite his ego, his companion would struggle to bring the lot of them down alone. Groaning, annoyed that the dragon had to disturb his moment of peace for the sake of pursuing unrealistic ideals of order; Cray flexed his sharp, powerful wings, the metal screeching in protest. Although only the equivalent of his early forties, the steel-type’s laziness had quickened the deterioration of his body, rust discoloration flourishing about his wings and beak. Cray didn’t particularly care for the aesthetic effects, in fact thinking it made him look rather rugged, but found both his speed and agility had suffered. With a few strong beats, he was airborne, soon discovering Thread in his element.
Thread had collided with the flock head on, fearless as his talons were buried in the stomach of the group’s leader – a Pidgeot he’d expected to be a far meeker individual. Regardless, he’d crushed the avian into the side of a building, its followers momentarily lost as the creature shrieked in agony, the satisfying crack of bones soothing the dragon to no extent. Lunging for the throat whilst he had chance, saw-like fangs effortlessly slicing through the rotten flesh, Thread let the undead fall to a bloody heap as he launched himself back into the skies. Damn things had just begun to screech louder. Opting for the easiest method of setting the majority of the blighters alight with a fire blast, Thread proceeded to bat the remaining stragglers into the remaining buildings of the city with his powerful tail. Cray fell into his periphery, his steel form illuminated by the burning Pidgeys left wheeling about in agony. That was a surprise, the Skarmory usually lacked the energy to move, let alone fight.”You’re too late,”
He called, a smirk playing on his lips as his eyes fell across the damage he’d caused. The charred birds left writhing on the ground, the mutilated leader and the beings with enough intellect to escape whilst they could, left Thread with the ever-welcome feeling of complete power. But Cray didn’t respond, his attention elsewhere. Angry, the Aerodactyl glided forward, preparing to gut the idiot for dampening his good spirits when he too spotted them – survivors.
Cray was in mixed opinions at the sight of the stragglers, four beings all scampering away from the now-obliterated flock. It was remarkable to have found other living creatures and the Skarmory was practically salivating at the idea of meeting a young lady, the loss of female company proving particularly difficult for him in recent months. Instead of a beautiful woman, he was stuck with his hotheaded, power-hungry boss. Which brought him onto his hesitance to investigate; no-one deserved the burden of accompanying Thread. Unfortunately, they had failed to escape the Aerodactyl’s glare.“You think we can eat them?”
Cray never knew when he was joking, but the lopsided smile playing on the dragon’s maw gave him hope that he was. “I was swayed towards meeting them actually,”
He muttered in response, catching the dragon’s eye as he took to gliding in their general direction, towards the trees. Keen to gain leadership, Thread was soon at the head of the duo, his powerful form slicing through the air with an eerie grace Cray could only dream of. “Keep up,”“Yes, Boss,”
The steel avian grumbled, mimicking his companion’s frown as they rapidly advanced on the dispersed group, now identifiable. Heading the pack was a Deino, a serpent-creature perched on his back whilst they were trailed by a ghost-type and a Ninetales. Cray took little interest in their species, though the distances between them gave him reason to believe all was not well amongst them, strangers even.
Thread was the first to hit the ground, landing silently and expertly a short distance before the Deino at the tree-line. Cray, falling into typical routine landed a little less elegantly behind the last of them, the flying-pair effectively trapping the four between them. Whilst neither being held a look of malice nor had any real intention of harming the creatures they surrounded, the powerful duo were unable to disguise a natural intimidation. If their spectacle in the sky, albeit mainly Thread’s, hadn’t been enough, their physiques alone betrayed the strength they boasted. “What’re you running from?”
The Aerodactyl questioned sarcastically, smug as he gestured to the empty skies. The fire had clearly gotten the best of the burning infected. Peace had been instilled once more. Smirking, Thread continued to reveal the streak of cruelty he was so famed for. “Don’t thank me; it wasn’t for your benefit,”
Some might argue, at least he was honest. “Bloody things were giving me a headache,”
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