[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.] Cinnabar Island | Morning
- -- -6- -- - "I'm Jupiter. Not sure if I'm lost though, since I'm not looking for anything." The Little Dragon -- whom revealed himself as Jupiter -- said, he looked directly at Saiki with unwavering eyes. She slightly flinched as it was rare for someone to look at her directly, but said nothing as the Jupiter continued,
"Just trying to stay alive, like the rest of you." The Dragonair couldn't help but rise a brow at it, for someone so young he seemed quite mature. She expected the dragon to at least complain or something. Immediately did the newcomer inquire for the other group members' names, Saiki scanning the area for any trouble. It seemed too quiet ever since she arrived, disregarding the incident with the Zangoose. She felt sickened that she was unable to receive a name -- of if she did; she had forgotten it -- before he fell to the watery depths. Though she questioned the pink one's existence, Saiki felt close to the Legend despite the unbelievably short amount of time. But it was probably because Saiki was the newcomer just several minutes ago.
The Dragonair felt her chest tightened as she looked around, where was Rafa? The Furret she had spoken just recently? It was odd how he disappeared in such a hurry. She remembered hearing bushes earlier, but she immediately assumed it was her imagination. Did an Undead get to the Normal-type? What would Saiki do if her hypothesis was truly correct?
Her thoughts cleared up as soon as bushes rustled again, she turned toward the source, only to see that very Furret she was looking for, and a petite, yet fragile-looking figure curled up on top of him. She tilted her head, fixing her gaze at it before inching closer to the Johto Native,
"Now who's this little one?" She asked, her British accent was heavy upon the 'Who', but she didn't seem to mind at the moment, as she was curious upon the fluffy orange fur that laid on Rafa,
"Does she have a name?"[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.] Cinnabar Island | Morning
- -- -1- -- - A petite figure with a pink bow tied around her neck suppressed a sigh as she laid herself in the ruble of what seemed to be a house. Belladonna narrowed her eyes upon the slightest noise and immediately went on her guard, but now there was nothing, and there was no sound. She knitted her brow in worry,
'Where is Saiki?' The Shiny Furret pondered,
'She must be around here right?...' She didn't dare answer her own question. Waving her head, she immediately picked herself up, ignoring the dirt and dust that stuck onto her fur. Despite it being an underground cave, she loved listening to the dewdrops fall down into their puddles, and the soft wind that blew against her face every time she ran.
BANG! She immediately paused. Her eyes widened with fear...
That was until, she heard voices, they were muffled, but she heard them. Belladonna felt her heart thump against her chest as she climbed up on a rock that overlooked the steel door -- that is now destroyed -- and was hidden from sight. The Shiny Furret had terrible eyesight in the darkness, but she could spot a yellow orb move about. It was curious really, very curious. She had her suspicions, but dismissed that thought. The group didn't seem all that harmful, they were talking, perhaps introductions? The Shiny Furret tilted her head, listening to the activity... and caught the name Saiki. Awestruck, she squinted her eyes in hopes of making out the figure of her best friend, only to find speckles of yellow upon a long body. Did she evolve? The edge of Belladonna's mouth curled up into a smile, it was time to make her entrance.
Clearing her throat, she immediately jumped down into the scene,
"My fellow survivors! Welcome to my domain!" She yelled -- not too loud, but not quiet either -- broadly, her paw on her chest as if she was straining her lungs or something. That or she just wanted to look cool. Fluttering her eyes at the group, she gave a grin,
"Name's Belladonna, remember that, or I'll crush you~" With that said, she immediately pushed her pink bow into view, her eyes giving that sassy attitude that basically screamed,
'Love me!' or at least respect.