The FUCHSIA team

Everything felt heavy as she tried to compose herself. She couldn't seem to recall what had happened last but whatever it was had really been something. There was blood. All over. Her face, paws, and chest were simply coated in the sticky stuff. The scent of it sent rivets through her stomach, something that had never happened before in her life. Don't think about it. Don't what? There was definitely a voice nagging at her. Great. All other sound though, blurred together into nothing more then one tone. It was like she was in her own little world.

The space around her, it was cool and damp. As the pressure cleared from her conscious returning Clover was able to take in the area. The ground was made of moist, soft dirt with a few sprigs of grass. It smelled heavy of a swampy, moldy scene, though there was no swamp here. The sky. Oh, no sky. She was under something. Yes, you are. Fuck man what was that? "Where are you?" she spat, feeling irritation from the spying voice, "Who are you?" But it didn't respond.

The blood coating her pelt was also irritating. It clumped the strands and pulled as her skin. A growl rumbled deep in her throat. Stupid blood She clasped one clawed foot on her face and slid it across to break the clumps. You shouldn't do that. And that voice was irritating as well. "Ill do what I want!" She hissed and raked her face aggressively. It did much more then break up the clumps, it ripped the fur and skin off altogether.

Thick heavy clumps of matted her and flesh littered the long by the time she was done. "No one tells me what to fucking do." She had purged her face down to the bone. Yeah, fuck that. Cleaning wasn't something she cared for anymore, but all the shit on the ground now was just as irritating as everything else. Slowly, she rose to her paws, taking note that her stubbed leg no longer showed the bone though she could feel the broken fragment within the rotten muscles. "Thats just fucking great then."

Crawling out from under the car Clover was suddenly thrown into the present. There was screaming and rumbling from fighting Pokemon. Her ears flattened against her skull with lips drawn back in a snarl. Fighting. There was Rhonda and she was attacking something. Or was she being attacked by it? It didn't fucking matter. Whatever it was she sent flying across the fucking way. Served it right.

As it rose, her ears flew back up. The Pokemon was raising to its feet, a species she recognized. It hit her hard when Clover realized exactly what it was. Though the canine ran off the cat was petrified with fear. "Oh fucking shit not a Arcanine." Arcanines. She hated them. They fucking scared the shit out of her. Her feet remained firmly planted in the spot even though the danger had past.

"ELEGY! LEAH! LOOK OUT!" The shout had snapped the child out of her daze, looking up just in time to watch as the massive canine burst through a window, the Flaaffy covering her face with her arms in hopes of guarding off the flying shards of glass. "N-No! GO AWAY!" the sheep shouted, stumbling backwards as her cheeks began to spark with life. Her eyes frantically darted to Leah, whom had been injured by the daggers of glass that had rained upon them with the undead's entrance. "L-Leah!" Elle cried, watching in fear as the mutt began to approach the Roserade.

In an act of bravery, the Flaaffy launched herself at the Arcanine, body enveloped with a Thunder Wave--paralyzing the undead as she hit it's side. It barely flinched, shaking its fur fiercely before letting out a roar. Crouching down low to the ground, it suddenly leaped forward, claws grabbing and raking at the grass-type's leaves, jaw clamping shut around one of it's arms. With a swift movement, the hound began to rip his victim apart. "NO! NO NO NO NO NO!" Elle screeched, covering her eyes. "NOOO! YOU CAN'T DO THAT STOP DOING THAT STOP KILLING HER!" she sobbed.

It wasn't long before the Arcanine had reduced Leah to shreds, petals of her once pretty flowers lining the floor along with shards of glass. There was blood, oozing into a large puddle around them, as the Flaaffy looked at her surroundings in horror. "Noo..... Why, why did you do this?" she looked up to the undead, tears flooding from her eyes. "She was my friend...."

[OOC: Leah's dead]

The canine was gone and Clover's fear had turned to rage. She abso-fucking-lutely hated canines. She wanted to fuck them up. Fuck them up a fence and drape them on a flag pole to blow in the wind like a streamer. Fuck. Her claws curled in the soft soil and her lips pulled back in a snarl to reveal her red-stained teeth. The voice yelled shit in her head but she refused to even remotely hear it. She took a few firm steps forward and heard a symphony of bloodcurdling screams. Delicious. Her tongue swiped across her muzzle, tasting the blood that coated her fur. Falling into a hunters crouch the Meowth launched herself in the direction of the sound, knowing all too well it was the same way the Arcanine had gone.

Her paws carried her faster and smoother then they had in a long time, the creaking sound coming from her bones only added as a back up to the screams that sounded through the air. Fucking Arcanine was in for a fucking treat with fucking teeth and fucking fuck fuck claws fuck. Shit. She couldn't even process her thoughts. The only thing Clover knew as her paws pounded the ground in a three step rhythm was that she was out for more blood. This time, it was personal. There was a score she needed to settle if she could help it.

The smell of fresh carnage hit her nostrils as she neared the freshly broken window of the Pokemon Center. Through it she could see the not-so-fluffy ass of the dog, elegy lie in front of it sobbing and sniffling. Fantastic. There was splatters and goo of what looked like it something that had once been Leah. Even better. Bunching her warn muscles Clover leaped through the giant hole the undead had left, landing behind the canine Pokemon square (trianlge?) on her paws.

A growl rumbled deep in her throat and she spat, "You deserve to be neutered you motherfucker." With that, Clover lunged, sinking her fangs into the creatures ankle. She bit hard, jerking her head back and forth though she wasn't quite sure if she was doing anything. Regardless, it felt fucking awesome to shit on the thing. The Arcanine whined with irritation as it snapped its jaws back toward the cat. They snapped just shy of her before it kicked the leg she was on, throwing Clover across the Pokemon Center and skidding her through a puddle of Leah's blood. Staring it down she growled, "You wanna dance, bitch?"

Elle was sobbing. She didn't understand. Why did this have to happen to her? Why had destiny deemed her companions the ones to die first? Why had this Arcanine, a reaper, come to them? Was it all her fault? Was she the one that caused all this? "I-I'm... Sorry..." the sheep wailed, burying her face in her hands. Perhaps she really was the reason they were being attacked. Maybe she carried a curse, or maybe she was a bad luck charm? She didn't know, and was unable to think as she inched away from the hot jaws of the canine.

Suddenly, a growl different from the undead before her caught her attention, causing her to perk up. "C-Clover?" she whimpered, as the feline dug into the ankles of the dog. The Arcanine had roared and snapped, flailing his paws in an attempt to throw the Meowth off. Eventually it did, the undead cat passing through the pool of Leah's blood, causing Elle to squeak in fear as she backed up. "You wanna dance, bitch?" The dog seemed to understand, a grin forming on his jaws as he grunted in agreement, tail wagging in anticipation before flexing his claws, lunging for the cat.

"N-No!" the Flaaffy cried. "Cl-Clover get away! it's too dangerous!"

Elegy's screams turned Rhonda's blood to ice as she trudged along as quickly as her old legs could carry her. Reaching the door to the Pokemon Centre, she barreled through the door just in time to see a small white creature speeding past her feet. She knew it was Clover, but didn't even think about checking to see whether she was over her virus-related tantrum; the sight of Leah's dead body froze her in her tracks. "No..."

The walls around her began to rotate; Rhonda was finding it difficult to keep her balance as the scent of blood, fear and death crept into her nostrils. She stumbled into a small trolley, sending surgical equipment and bottles of disinfectant crashing to the floor. Leaning against the wall she began to pant. Not again. Sweat poured down her face as she grabbed hold of a chair and attempted to get herself upright again. Not another one.

Her vision finally adjusted in time to see Clover being flung across the room by the diseased canine. "NO!" Unleashing a roar mighty enough to shake the ground, Rhonda charged. She wasn't sure whether she was going in a straight line or not, or even if she was charging towards the right Arcanine - she could see two of them - but she did not care. The one thing on her mind was to remove the foul creature that had taken yet another friend away from her.

Swinging her enormous tusks straight in the direction of the Arcanine's neck, Rhonda bellowed again. "LEAVE THEM!"

Her red eye stared down the canine as it returned her tuant with its own as a sickening grin spread across its disgusting face. The feline and canine sprang at each other, "N-No! Cl-Clover get away! it's too dangerous!" Elegy cried out but it meant nothing to her. "This is personal." The Arcanine was fast approaching, jaws open and tongue lolling out as it wished to close them around her. Clover grinned at the thought. Like that'll happen. Springing mere moments before they clamped down her Clover could feel its breathe on her fur.

Her own small fangs met the top of its snout, burying themselves in its hot, sweaty fur. The retched taste filled her mouth but she simply sank deeper into its flesh. Her one hind-paw skittered at the creatures lip as she tried to keep a grip on it. There was another call that sounded through the Pokemon Center. "LEAVE THEM!" Rhonda bellowed, the sight of her charging with dark intent in her eyes struck fear in the felines heart that she desperately tried to ignore. Her one eye flashed between the Dragon and the Canine, unsure of which was currently more threatening.

Trying to focus her head jerked back and forth to rip the flesh in her teeth. Despite all about this decaying Arcanine it didn't want to fucking rip. The fuck. It barked and threw its own massive head, the same motion as her, to once again throw the cat. A hiss tried to sound from her but was muffled by fur. Her jaw strengthened itself with Bite as she clamped harder until she could feel bone. The sheer mass of hot fur, flesh, and blood in her mouth near made the cat gap.

The Arcanine lifted itself slightly, both forepaws rising from the ground for a moment. One went back down while the other slammed its massiveness onto her back with a smothered thud. The air was knocked from her body as blood oozed in a gush from the sides of her mouth. Blunt claws could be felt in her back. Wide-eyed, Clover's grip lessened.

"No no no no please don't! You'll get hurt!" Elle cried, covering her eyes in fear. "LEAVE THEM!" Rhonda's voice only further terrified the Flaaffy, causing her to whimper in the corner. "No no no! Now RHonda's gonna get hurt too and it's all my fault...all my fault..." she whined, covering her ears with her headphones."All my fault...my fault...can't do nothing right, causing problems for everyone else and getting scolded in the end..."

The Arcanine writhed and roared, whimpering and falling back as the Haxorus's blades ripped at the side of his throat. This wasn't over yet, however, as the mutt breathed tidal waves of flames on the ground, setting his surroundings on fire. His eyes glanced at the pink survivor whimpering in the corner, and after shaking his body roughly to ward off his attackers, he raced towards the sheep. His snarls were like a Mightyena's laughter as he roughly grabbed the electric-type by the neck, his claws only inches away from her throat.

He glared daggers at the Dragon and Cat, his twisted grin growing. "Take one step...and she'll...die..." his voice was contorted, but clear enough to make out words. "Come...on...I dare you..."

She took in a gasp of air, eye wide with fright. Claws raked her pelt until her own came loose from the snout of the dog. With one swift movement the canine moved its furry paw across her and once again tossed the cat to the other side of the room. She would of screamed but an old feeling of remembrance added to shock made the Meowth silent as she smacked a against a shelf, knocking over several things in the process. Her red eye stared with mouth gape at the Arcanine, its movements agile and not arbitrary.

He grabbed Elegy, the crazed look in its eyes devious and dark, Take one step...and she'll...die.. The grumbling growl made Clover want to scratch her other ear off. Dogs. "Come...on...I dare you..." Her own growl echoed through her throat with irritated rage. "What could you possibly gain from this bargain?" She spat the words at it with anger filling her mew. Bargaining with a canine over something was was hers? The hell was this shit. The Voice in her head screamed to let it go, he was testing her. Clover clamped her teeth together in agitation, lips drawn back in a snarl with a growl seeping through.

She felt awkward and vulnerable in the position she had landed in, only one forearm available with both other limbs struck beneath her. The stong scent of the canine and the taste of its fur clung violently to her mouth. I hate dogs.
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The cat strolled into the city from the west with his tail held high. After a long trip down that huge hill it was nice to see buildings, broken or not, once more. He had heard that their was a beach to the south of this city, something he had always wanted to see. Slowly he made his way over, enjoying the warmth of the day and sparkle of the water. How nice! Kolven's orange eyes drifted to an area in the soil where it seemed to of been upturned. Someone had been playing in the dirt now had they?

An odd path of well, many things, directed his attention from the spot back into the city. He followed it with curiosity tingling in his pelt. There was burnt grass, scorched earth, and blood. Oh my lots of blood to follow. Stepping carefully around it to not dirty his paws the Meowth padded along the carnage trail until he found footprints. Or pawprints really. Claws marks? "Now where are you all leading me?" He remarks casually to himself as he continues down the path.

Elegy was scared, the strong paw that held claws to her throat inching closer to her neck, the Flaaffy wanted to get away, but sat frozen in fear that if she did, the undead would attack. "What could you possibly gain from this bargain?" the Arcanine's voice rumble, hoarse and rough as he spoke. "I..have...my...own...reasons..." he chuckled, the black liquid of his blood seeping from his wounds and tumbling to the floor.

"And...they're none...of your business..." his maddened crimson eyes looked down at the pink sheep, whom trembled and shook with sobs and fear. Her own blue eyes stole a peak at his face, before turning away. "Pitiful...beings..." he snorts. "Surely...you...would understand....cat..." he regards Clover. "None of these...fools...know what it is....like...to be...immortal..." he gestures to the living in the room. "And this child...is far too innocent...for...this...world..."

A shrill gasp of terror snapped out of Rhonda's throat as the Arcanine, after dodging her attack, grabbed Elegy by the neck. She froze in her tracks as the foul hound spoke in a voice that simply dripped with malice. "Take one step...and she'll...die...Come...on...I dare you..." "You..." The Haxorus's chest heaved as she glared at the canine, her rage growing the longer she looked into those evil, red eyes. "You filthy coward." She immediately knew that those words couldn't have done much good, so she tried to calm herself down, which was hard when all she wanted to do was to hack the beast to pieces.

"We don't want any trouble," she growled, not even trying to hide the hatred in her voice. "Drop her." Being very careful not to antagonise the hound further, she continued in a low voice. "She has done nothing to you. Drop her and will leave." She hated having to practically beg this beast to let her go and to walk away without a fight after what he had done, but what other option did she have? "Please ... No one else has to die."

A deep growl rumbled through Clover's throat she had to listen to the ugly brutes reply. "Surely...you...would understand....cat..." It was even more disgusting then she had previously thought. "None of these...fools...know what it is....like...to be...immortal..." The hell was it talking about. Who was immortal? Her, it? The fuckers body was falling apart and its talking about immortality? What in the hell. It made a comment on the prey in its jaws, sending Clover into a small fit. "'Innocent' or not, that is mine, and your jaws shouldn't be on it."

Stiffly she changed her position to something more or less comfortable upon her belly as Rhonda tries to coax it to let go of Elegy. Her one red eye stares down the dog with malice. With its attention on the Dragon, she could dash in and get my prize back.. if she was bigger. Why am I so fucking small, and why is it so goddamn big? Sight drifting to the Flaffy her ears fall to the sides of her head. Why don't you make yourself useful and blast it with lightning? You're in its fucking mouth no way you can miss it.
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A feather was drifting lightly on the breeze as he walked. It was so pretty the way it went to and fro. He smiled at it, blowing it lightly to help it it up. The prints he was following seemed to of ended for whatever reason, but there were new prints now, that of something with really big paws. Kolven blinked, was he heading toward something dangerous? Swishing his tail he wondered what had had that battle back there and continued on. The feather came a tad too close to his nose and the Meowth grabbed it delicately with his teeth. "Gotcha, little guy." He mews lightly.

Following but not even watching the pawprints Kolven can hear voices in the near distance. He's found the source he was looking for! "Ah, top!" He coos bounding slowly toward the source. The building were the sounds are from quickly comes into view, recognizable as a Pokemon Center. The closer he got, the more he could see. The window had been smashed to bits to see the least, and there was a dark forms inside. Whiskers quivering with anticipation the cat crept close to the building, hopefully out of sight of those inside.

"She has done nothing to you. Drop her and will leave." the Arcanine burst into laughter, unable to stop as his chest heaved and wheezed. He grins, displaying his showcase of rotting, bloody teeth before looking down at his captive. "How...cute." he snickers, drawing a claw across Elegy's cheek as if caressing her. She squeaks, trembling in fear. "Please ... No one else has to die." the undead shrugs, looking at the Haxorus. "Death is the most beautiful thing...why you mortals fear it so it beyond me."

"P-Please just... L-let me g-go..." she cries, tears surfing down her drenched face as she struggled, slightly. "Please...please." The Arcanine gives an amused smile. "What if...I told you...I know where you father is..." he murmurs into the electric-type's ear, causing her to perk up and look at the undead. "Y-You know where he is? W-where?! P-Please, wh-where is he?" the canine laughs. "If you want to know...convince your friends here to help me...and then maybe I'll show you..."

Terror tugged at Rhonda's heart as all she could do was watch as the Arcanine taunted them. Just one swing in the right direction she could end this and send that disgusting creature's ugly head rolling across the filthy floor. But she knew that it would take a moment or two to swing her tusks to gain momentum, and she knew that that moment was all the beast needed to crush Elegy's throat. For now, all the old dragon could do was to watch with unblinking eyes; eyes which never left the hellish look in her opponent's.

"What if...I told you...I know where you father is..." Rhonda growled angrily, immediately guessing it as a trick. But the Flaaffy seemed to react to this, which surprised her. Maybe he was telling the truth or, at least, some of it. "If you want to know...convince your friends here to help me...and then maybe I'll show you..."

"I'm waiting," the dragon said, her tone threatening as she never took her eyes off the Arcanine, watching his every move. "And you'd better be quick about it."

Whatever that fucking dog was fucking saying she didn't fucking care. Shut your goddamn trap, mutt. The whole thing sure did get a rile out of Ellie but only the end interested her. "If you want to know...convince your friends here to help me...and then maybe I'll show you..." Help him? Help him?! FUCK NO. The hairs along her spine rose ever so high and the undeads eye narrowed with anger. She had half the mind, or was it a quarter now?, she'd go and rip his face up again. Silently she cursed at herself for not having any ranged moves, they would be so useful now but only Ellie had one.
And there was no way she'd use it now.

"I'm waiting, and you'd better be quick about it." Suddenly Rhonda doesn't seem much like a threat anymore. She was going to work with the fucking dog! Claws scratched across the floor as her paws curled in irritation. Clover couldn't even speak her rage. Of them all why would Rhonda even think to agree to this. Have you lost your marbles or are you that into the sheep?
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Kolven didn't really know what he was standing on, maybe a rock or a piece of crushed metal, but it was perfect height for him to look into the broken window. With ears laid back in sneaky fashion he peered through the window. Even though his eyes only just met the rim of the broken glass his long whiskers stood like tall trees in an open field, clearly visible to those inside. Well, he wasn't really trying to stay hidden so no big deal, right? His darkly colored tailed swished back in forth with delight. He'd found the jackpot here! There was three of four other Pokemon in there, through they didn't smell the best, but they were talking!

Whoa boy he was excited. As much as the Meowth wished to leap in and greet them all he wanted even more to listen to this conversation. It sounded like all sorts of juicy. Desperately he held his tongue.

"W-what do you want them to do...?" Elle asked cautiously, looking up at the grotesque face of the Arcanine, cringing as bloody saliva dripped down from his jaws and other her skin. "I'm waiting. And you'd better be quick about it." the fire-type snorts, waving his free paw. "Patience...is a virtue you lack...I see..." he laughed a bit, the sound raspy and irritating to the ears. "But...it seems that...your feline friend is rather reluctant to help..." his gaze traveled to the Meowth, a smile growing on his face.

"C-Clover?" the Flaaffy whimpered, feeling the Arcanine's grip grow stronger. She felt his claws slowly raking at her flesh, causing the electric-type to yelp in fear. "Please please please I don't want to die!" she struggled, only to feel the dog's teeth beginning to puncture through her skin. "I have...three things...for you lot..." he snarled. "Find me the body...of a Shinx...one that is smaller than your cat companion...it should be missing it's eyes..." he paused, before continuing. "She was...my kill..."

Fuchsia City/ Noon

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I pretty much staggered into Fuchsia City. Not because I was tired. No I could barely feel that sensation of exhaustion I once felt. I staggered because my ability to walk was barely anything I could control anymore. It hurt. It hurt to do basic things anymore. It hurt to fight against my own body. But I had to. At least until I completed my mission...then I could give up. Not yet.

I looked up and my eyes widened in surprise. Standing only a few yards away from Fuchsia's entrance and inside the Pokemon Center was a group of Pokemon. Damn it! How could I have missed thesedelicious mealspossible allies? I looked more intently at the situation. It appeared a Meowth was perched atop a dented metal construct, peering through the window. Inside a Haxorus stood taut, looking both angry and as if it was struggling with a decision. In front of what it appeared torn about was a behemoth of an Arcanine, it's jaws wrapped around the neck of a Flaaffy who was trapped underfoot. To the side stood another Meowth, one that was more ragged then the one outside. My brain identified the dilapidated Meowth and the colossal Arcanine as undead and thus not edible. The others were living and I tried to hold onto the image of them as allies.

I strained towards the Meowth peering towards the Meowth atop the crumpled metal construct, desperately trying to keep myself in check. I tried forming words and instead garbled something close to," RRGRUUIHHH." Coughing intensely I tried to remember how to speak.

"Hh...ello. I...am Vladim...ir. Are you...perch-ch-chance an...ally?"

Oh Arceus, I used to speak so eloquently! I spoke as if I was trying to swallow a pile of razors. I waited, my body trying to stop itself from springing into the air and tasting that Meowth's flesh.

I looked at him impatiently, awaiting an answer that didn't involvee it trying to kill me on site.

Clover growled, flicking her ear up and down. She didn't want to speak to these fuckers anymore! Just fucking end it all please. Slowly she stood up, something like a small piece of glass was protruding out her side with a thin trail of blood. Fantastic. "I'll help.. In a since she didn't have a choice, but she knew it'd be help for the Flaffy, not the dog. Never help dogs.

"I have...three things...for you lot..." The sound of its voice made her want to vomit. The fact she had to help him didn't feel much better. "Find me the body...of a Shinx...one that is smaller than your cat companion...it should be missing it's eyes..." A what? The hell was a Shinx. The growl in her throat turned to a grunt. No way in hell was she going to ask it what that was. Smaller then me, no eyes, dead. Easy enough. He continued, "She was...my kill..." No. Fucking. DUH. Each moment she spent with this creature Clover could feel her remaining braincells dying. Dying off and leaving her as dumb as a dog. As this dog.

Striding in a wide arch she passes the canine, never taking her eye from its hideous mug, and heads for the door. Slowly she repeats the thought in her head. Smaller then me, no eyes, dead.. It would just be so much easier if she knew what a Shinx was. But nope, just a dead thing. Hell, if it was dead maybe she could steal some of the meat, no way he'd notice on something smaller then her. Yeah, help the sheep and get some meat. Yeah.. Moments from passing through the ajar door she can hear voices outside.

The male Meowth turns slowly at a sound to see another Pokemon approaching and now speaking to him. "Hh...ello. I...am Vladim...ir. Are you...perch-ch-chance an...ally?" He blinked, what an odd way of speaking had a cat got his tongue? A large smile took over the cats face, "An ally, we can be alleys. A team, the best team ah!" Kolven squats playfully facing the Ninetales, "My names Kolven." Maybe he should of started with that but oh well. Too late now. His orange eyes are bright ans cheerful. A new friend already!

Passing the threshold Clover can see yet another fire type, blood and other such things on his body tell her of another insane infected. Fucking shit. There was never piece from these things. But then.. that voice. "It's great to see a friendly face." Could it be? It couldn't.. it just couldnt.. But as she rounded the corner and a shrub, getting ever so close to Ninetales he comes into view. Eye wide the words come out only as a whisper. "Kolven?"

[OOC: Skip me this round. ^^;]

Fuchsia City/ Noon

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I must have blacked out. Sometimes that happened. As if I had just gotten through a long and treacherous battle and had immediately collapsed...well my mind did at least. My body moved on it's own accord. The last time I had fainted, I had awoken miles from where I had been, stained with blood and with a full stomach.

Luckily, this had only been for a few seconds and I barely caught the name of the very exuberant, excited Meowth. Kolven..I rolled it over in my mind several times at a furious pace before I looked back at him. I was trying to formulate words which were quickly dispelled when he spoke once again...Or maybe he had already spoken. I could have passed out again.

"It's great to see a friendly face."

What? I hadn't looked at my reflection in a while...because I was afraid of what I'd see. However, I was sure my eyes had changed, I saw things in red, as if an inferno surrounded me. And I remember the ache in my lips when I could still fill something only slightly painful. I knew the cut hadn't healed and I doubt it ever would now. And the blood caked across my face and entire body, the bandages soaked through with it, HELL, EVEN THE TIPS OF MY TAILS HAD BEEN DYED WITH THAT INFERNAL ICHOR. So no, I doubted I looked very friendly. However, it was nice of him not to leap in fear and scurry away. I was just about to say so when,

"Kolven."

It was less then an expulsion of air but I heard it. My head snapped towards the direction of the Meowth I had seen it the window. My teeth were bared but then I ceased clenching my jaw. This Meowth knew the other Meowth's name. Were they friends? It was obvious the unknown Meowth was undead and even after it's death retained it's intelligence, something that I envied.

With a hurried breath that sounded like a ragged coughing but pleased me because of it's rather abrupt use instead of the slow pausing that had been very pronounced in my previous conversation, I barked, "WhO aRrrE, You..Arrre y--you....Ally?"

"Patience...is a virtue you lack...I see..." The Arcanine chuckled darkly, mocking her. Rhonda's nostrils exhaled a thick vapour as she snorted in annoyance; how could he - or anyone - expect her to be patient when one of her friends was mere seconds away from being killed? She had barely had time to deal with Leah's death and now she was trying to prevent another. "But...it seems that...your feline friend is rather reluctant to help..." Rhonda barely glanced at Clover, worried that he was just going to use her as a distraction. She didn't really care about what Clover was doing right now; all she wanted was to get Elegy out of that monster's grasp as soon as possible.

"I have...three things...for you lot..."Find me the body...of a Shinx...one that is smaller than your cat companion...it should be missing it's eyes..." Rhonda's mind reeled as she tried to figure out the significance - or symbolism, if any - of this request. "She was...my kill..."

"That was obvious," the Haxorus snapped before she could stop herself, the frustration and desperation becoming too much for her. "We'll do whatever you want as long as you let Elegy go." She knew that she was taking an enormous risk here, but she hoped that maybe she could sneak a killing blow on the Arcanine while they searched for the corpse. It was her only chance. With a soft growl, Rhonda softly trod the ground beneath her feet, waiting for a reply.

The cats stared at each other. One was unable to speak while the other smiled in delight. Kolven hopped down from his little perch to bound toward the undead Meowth. "Oh Clover my own sister, its been much too long." He nuzzled her lightly across the cheek. Though she looked so very different from the last time he saw her there was two things that marked this cat as his beloved sister. First, she had said his name already and second, that little smudge on her nose even if it had changed colors. Clover was the only cat he knew who had that. "Its so good to be able to see you again Clovie.." A deep purr rumbled in his throat. It had been so long since he'd seen family..

For several long moments she was utterly dumbfounded. He.. he.. Kolven, her brother was alive and looked fantastic. Even though she looked horrible natural Kolven nature didn't give a fuck. "Oh Kolven, youre.. youre alive.." A wide scar covered his body but she could already guess what it was from. If he was doing so well.. she dared to ask if he had seen their sister but held back. I can't admit I lost her.. Then one eye winced hard as pain rippled through her rumpled blood covered pelt. Something that felt like an explosion echoed in her stomach. With wheezy gasp Clover pressed her dirty muzzle closer to her brothers. What was happening inside of her? Leah's blood was dried on her face but the flaky red bits were rubbed off by the touch of his fur.

Kolven let his purr go softer for a moment. "WhO aRrrE, You..Arrre y--you....Ally?" His amber eyes were bright like the smile across his face. "Oh, Clover this is my new friend Vladimir. Vlady, this my sister, Clover." The purr resumed to full height, his gradient tail swishing with joy. Clover's vision had gone fuzzy for a moment in pain but cleared once more to show her the Ninetails. She didn't have much to say, if her brother liked him then she would too. "Hey." She mutters still a bit dazed from moments ago.

Looking between the two Pokemon she asks with a bit of a growl, "Have ether of you seen a Shinx around here? Dead, probably half eaten." The request sounded odd coming off her tongue. Doing a dogs biding.. "I need one." Kolven only shook his head, "Ive seen a ton of blood but no Shinx, sorry. Have you seen any?" He asks Valdimir.

"We'll do whatever you want as long as you let Elegy go." the Arcanine smirked and huffed a little. "I'll...let her go once..everything is complete..." placing the sheep back onto the ground, he gave her a rough nudge to make her move forward, making a squeak emit from the Flaaffy. Gulping down her fear, the child slowly trotted towards the entrance of the Pokemon Center, the rotting beast following closely behind. The electric-type quickly emerged from the building, careful to avoid the broken shards of glass as her hooves led her towards where the others were conversing. As she looked up, she spotted the Ninetales, gasping as she stumbled back into a massive chest of blood-splattered fur.

"Oh, Clover this is my new friend Vladimir. Vlady, this my sister, Clover." the new Meowth, this one looking much more alive and well, had spoken to the other feline and the vulpes. Elegy blinked. Sister? She felt the Arcanine's paw push her forward, causing her to stumble and almost crash into the trio, catching her footing minutes before she did. They had began to talk about the dead Shinx the canine had demanded from them, and the Flaaffy stuttered a bit. She could feel the mutt's gaze like bullets shooting through her. "A-ah, um, hi?" she tried to smile a bit, but the gesture soon came off as more of a terrified expression. Her eyes were still red and swollen from tears, as she fumbled for her words.

"I, um, you're Clover's brother right? I heard you guys talking a minute ago..." she turns to the living cat, dipping her head in greeting. "I'm Elegy but you can call me Ell-" she was interrupted by the Arcanine's hoarse snarl. "We haven't...got all day." he had snapped, causing the sheep to freeze up, shivering slightly as if she was going to bawl again. I've gotta do this for daddy... Quickly regaining her composure with a deep breath, she felt a paw wrap around her shoulders and, surprisingly gently, tug her away. Quietly, the Flaaffy obeyed.

Fuchsia City/ Noon (3)

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The chipper Meowth introduced me to what now was clearly his sister. She looked dazed..maybe she was experiencing my problems...or maybe not. Probably just surprised to see her brother. I could go on bu--

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So a humongous, bloody undead Arcanine strolls out of a Pokemon Center with a Flaaffy before him and the Flaaffy says to the hilariously, happy Meowth, the dazed, undead Meowth and the mentally broken Ninetales,"Hey."

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And I couldn't stop my barking laugh...IT WASN'T EVEN FUNNY..but I just kept laughing. Then I stopped stared at the Arcanine, with his smug, pompous face...his bloodied fur...the vacant soulless eyes that seemed to be trying to burn holes through the Flaaffy....And I sobered up. That Arcanine was a reflection of what I'd be in a few weeks, if not a few days.

I had missed a bunch of the conversation again. The Arcanine had become impatient and was impudently suggested that the Flaaffy cease wasting time. He was once more thinking of his first kill, attempting to entice the other denizens of this City into searching for the cadaver. I would have none of his arrogant maneuvers. The nerve of this insolent, disgusting dog! I did not know the cowering Flaaffy he so eagerly used as a tool to command the others. Her presence had no power over me and I would make it known as such!

"Yooouuur audacityy iss onllly ooverrrwhelmedd by the ghastly tattersss you call furrr and the odor that can incapacitate a rrrage filled Gyarodosss milesss away from yourrr location." As I progress in speaking I can detect my voice becoming less garbled, although I tended to carry my S's and R's a bit to far, and continued to increase in volume. I didn't pause to inspect my previous, mood swings and mind set rearrangements, or why I was even standing up for these people I hardly knew. "You crrringe behind an even more fearful Flaafy and ssspeak asss if you were a ssstrong and accomplissshed warrrrior but to me it looksss as if you arrre nothing but an honorrrlessss crrretin who wissshesss to obtain thingsss he isss to imbecilic to acquirrre himssself. If you have any courage you will challenge me to sssingle combat inssstead of hiding behind her!"

((Skip me this time. Rhonda ignores Kolven, Clover and Vladimir as she walks past them, too busy keeping a close eye on the Arcanine to bother with them at the moment.))

Kolven circles around his sister purring loudly. "Ah Clovie, your furs changed colors but its still the same stuff n' marks n' all. I kinda like it better this way." He turns his amber eyes away from his sisters dirty muttered pelt to see one frightening Arcanine. "Bloody hot damn, your one hell of a bloke." A Flaffy steps hurriedly in front of it. "A-ah, um, hi?" The cat swishes his tail about with eyes locked on the females ivory locks. "Now your wool is absolutely brilliant." To have wool like that would be like sleeping on a cloud high in the sky! It'd be topper then top. "Ah I wouldn't mind nabbing a bit for myself. You lucky little lamb."

"I, um, you're Clover's brother right? I heard you guys talking a minute ago..." The Meowth nods with a bright smile, leaning back on his hunches to wrap a forelimb around his sisters bloodied shoulders. "Oof." She grunts, still blanking out with a dull stare. "Thats right this lovely little lady right here is my own flesh and blood." He was meeting new friends left and right! The sheeps voice was so timid Kolven had to flick his ears completely forward and lean to catch them clearly. "I'm Elegy but you can call me Ell-" The ugly bloke takes away his new friend with a growl-hurried shove. El, did she say El? Ell was a strange sort of name. The Meowth stares blankly after the dog while it chauffeur the sheep away. Bummer, she was a good talk.

Clover's head burns with a dull ache. To her pleasure the Ninetales is yelling about something to the dumb dog. Good. Whatever it was though she can not hear as she tries to relax her pounding head. "Hey you dumb shit," Clover growls to the canine, "Wheres this fucking Shinx at anyway?" She presses hard into her brothers pelt for support. The soft warm feeling of his fur is enough to lull her to a more relaxed state but the dazed feeling stands strong. "Cant get it if we dunno where it is."