Famaer's lip curled when the Tyranitar moved toward him, aggression building in the monster's body language. He knew it. This terrible leviathon wanted nothing more than the innocent whose scruff he held, probably to consume her body and soul. He took a small step back, however. Fighting would endanger her...
His eye and ear twitched when she asked of him, "Am I being obnoxious?" she asked in an oddly serious tone.
"Very," was Famaer's curt reply. She didn't seem to listen, however, when she happily called over another pokemon that was hiding in the shadows. His attention, however, was on the tyranitar.
"Let her go," it growled. "She doesn't like that."
Famaer's gaze narrowed. "...No... you don't. She is safe, especially from demons like you who want nothing more than to corrupt or consume an innocent like her. Stay away from her." His words were soft, but his eyes betrayed the cold hate he felt for the Dark type. He looked back to the pokemon in the woods, though, and saw another Wicked, another Evil type. Ghost.
He growled and was shocked that she was, once again, beckoning the Evil to them. She was truly an innocent to not know Good from Evil... He began to trot away from the two Wickeds, wanting to keep his distance. "Shush, Child," he mumbled through her scruff, "Don't beckon it over."
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