|| Thread 24[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]Hearthome City/ Outside Contest Hall| Afternoon
The laugh probably wasn't the best
way to reply to Thread's angry rant.
Her guffaw caused Reeves to cringe in Elidr's coils, her pride and ego so overwhelming, the little deino could feel it pressing against him. What moron went and laughed at someone like Thread? Sure, he may have lost a battle between them, but she sure as hell wouldn't have gotten out of it unscathed. A broken wing would ruin her as much as it would him. They were both so proud and full of themselves, they couldn't see their own hypocrisy in calling the other out on their pride. It was terrible. Caught in the fire between the two self-appointed gods, Reeves knew that siding with either one would end in nothing but tears. He needed out, but the only safe place was Elidr's coils. He couldn't afford to bolt and lose the only companion he'd ever been able to trust. Leaving his eyes behind wasn't quite the best option here..."Fool,"
she chuckled. "Better males than you have tried. But if you are so desperate for a little bit of action maybe you should shut up and put up. Otherwise, do me a favor and simply go fuck yourself. Tiny minds make for even smaller dicks so you may struggle at first but I'm sure you'll get the hang of it. Eventually."
Thread seethed for a moment, but then laughed it off himself. "I never said I wanted you, you greasy cunt,"
he growled, his cruel grin baring his lethal fangs. "You'd be for my pawns..."
But it seemed his words went unheard, as something drew the Queen's attention from him to the other side of the square. "We may not be alone anymore children,"
she spoke frankly, earning a scoff from the aerodactyl. But Reeves, though glad the penis-measuring contest was over with, froze as new scents came across his senses. How could he have been so naive to think that all this ruckus and noise between these two assholes wouldn't have caused some
sort of pokemon to come and see what was happening? Mentally kicking himself, he turned toward the new scents, analyzing them quickly.First is male, ground, dragon. The flygon? No... It's different. Not the same species. Garchomp? Gabite? One of those. The other is female, ground, dark...
He frowned, squishing his nose up in contempt. Krokorok? Sandile? What's one of them doing this way?"Hold your fire! We ain't here to cause trouble. Me and the lady just need a place to camp out. Y'think you can share some space?"
the male called out, some distance from what sounded like the other side of the clearing. "I hope we're not intruding too much,"
the other stated. They sounded somewhat mature; they had to both have evolved at least once.
Reeves heard the aerodactyl scoff from behind him. "'Space'?"
he called, making his way closer to where the two had revealed themselves, but kept a good distance. "All you fuckers just think you can waltz in, is that it? There's more than enough room in the Contest Hall for soldiers, but refugees can fuck right the hell off."
He glanced up at the Queen Charizard, teeth bared in his signature sneer. "So... you can leave now. Those big wings of yours won't fit in my bunker. I could tear them off of you, if you want to stay..."