Post 3Hearthome City| Late Morning
The comment made Reeves flinch back a little, his face directed at the high, young tone that rang with optimism; a sound that reminded the deino of dying, screeching felines. His mouth curled into a frown at the naive answer, when the alpha male responded.
"As Pidove said, we’re no threat to you," he commented, and Reeves could hear and feel him move back a little. Odd. It could be a ruse to lure Reeves into a false sense of security, but they would have attacked by now were they thinking about it. And "Pidove" sounded like a species name rather than a real name. It smelled avian. Some sort of bird, then. "Surely, company cannot be considered a bad thing?"
Reeves thought a moment before answering. "...Depends on what company you prove to be."
His voice was little more than a mumble, but his meaning was clear as day. He had to resist the urge to hiss at them all and scamper, but a low, soothing voice rose on the air like a sweet melody. Reeves' head turned toward her, intrigued. What pokemon spoke like that? For once, his first urge was not to hiss.
"It seems we have a spectator, love," her voice lulled, reminding the deino of the pure dragon that had been spying on him prior to the ambush of friendly pokemon. He turned back to where the scent emanated, taking a few more inquisitive sniffs of the creature. He found it strange and unrealistic that in the months of his traveling, he'd suddenly found an entire tribe of friendly, welcoming pokemon. There had to be a catch. No group just accepts rogues into their midst unless they were desperate. And by how healthy these members smelled, they were in no dire need. It just made no sense.
During his solo interrogation, he'd tuned out the alpha male's words, until the other cleared his throat. "If there is anyone else in the area, feel free to introduce yourself. There is nothing to fear… well, save a couple of pensioners, a child," He gestured to the sprightly avian, then to Quinn. "And a complete gentleman."
The alpha was granted another confused silence from the deino. Obviously, it was an invitation to introduce himself and complete the rite of initiation. However, the latter comments bewildered him a bit, and he quickly deducted he must have meant his other tribe members. Though he couldn't tell who was whom, -besides the "pensioners"- there was no real negative title, therefore, they were all "good" in a sense. The child was also easy to finger, as he'd already semi-introduced himself as well. Reeves frowned as he realized the condition of this tribe. A child, two elders, and a "gentleman". No warriors, no fighters in their prime.
His posture shifted as the realization dawned on him. They needed more bodies, more members to keep the tribe alive. While the elders were obviously in charge, by admission, they were retired and no longer fit for these harsh times. It was amazing that these ill-fitted pokemon had managed so long. They probably didn't even realize he was blind. He slowly rose from his crouch as he pondered, turning to each of the scents as he considered. Would aiding these pokemon keep him alive longer or would they invite the demons in the dark, the ones he'd avoided so long, straight to him? Would he finally catch his break or would all of his hard work be for naught? His frown deepened a fraction before he finally spoke."...My name is Reeves,"
he spoke, his voice almost monotone. His frown deepened more, and he added almost forcefully, "It's... a pleasure to... meet you."
The deino smacked his lips slightly, as if the statement itself tasted bad. He stood and waited for a reply, ready to turn on a moment's notice to head back to his hiding place.
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