Amity Square | Late Afternoon
It was never intended that he go that far, lose control. Lose control like little trickles of blood from beneath a wound, the pain Caine was not even aware of until recently burned him unlike any fire he had experianced. Who knew things would turn out... this way. Funny, just after that thought, the vulpine blinked open his eyes, narrowing them slightly. Even he did not understand what his own thoughts meant. But Caine understood what small Molly said. Little... hurt... Molly... "I-It's okay..." The soft words were the first to snap him from his trance, the fire fox lifting his head from Oliver's fur to stare uncomprehending at her. "We're...we're all going to b-be saved..." Caine choked back another building sob from his canine throat. No...
The small fire type clearly shared the Ninetales' train of thought. Feeling the grip around his thick furred neck tighten, it was only then that Caine realized Oliver was even holding onto him. Holding on... Has anyone ever held onto... me... before? It was quite a thought... only evoking him to again reassure himself... that no one had ever cared enough to want to hold on. "No... no they w-won't. H-he looks like an angel..." The fire fox blinked slowly. An... angel? he thought dully. "But he's not... h-he just wants to break us further... that's all people like him want to do... i-if he actually c-comes back with a-anything, there'll be a catch somewhere along the way... you just watch..."
More confused, the fire type let his dulled eyes close again, lowering his head again slowly. "I should have been there... been able to protect the children," Caine whispered, voice hoarse, breaking with his pain. Tears mixed in with dried blood, causing odd mixture of salty water and reliquified blood to drip from his cheeks. He co ntinued to ramble softly into the short, soft fur of both children, not even fully comprehending his racing thoughts were pouring from his lips. "What sorry excuse am I if I cannot even protect the innocent?... I am far from saving myself, but the youth?... And in this time?... How many monsters like that are there really? WIll I have to face that pain again? Not that I care when my own blood is shed... but... the children..." He never even noticed the new voice nor being lifted above the ground enough to question either.
Hearthome Outskirts | Late Afternoon
"Mama always did say that walking is good for the ol' chicken legs!" Colton had continued on faithfully with his walk to Amity Square for a good while, talking to himself for a majority of the stroll to keep himself from falling prey to the worst kind of foe; boredom. He was only a child, after all, and when not flying for his life, the small Pidgey was tormented with having nothing to do. The avian child was not dumb, luckily, and Colton learned early on that there had to be quiet, safe ways to keep himself entertained. The memory of attracting a pack of undead Sneasel made him cringle slightly. "Definately don't need dumb ol' cats after me again... stupid cats." But his thoughts were interrupted abruptly, voices drifting right to him as he suddenly turned around a bush to reveal.... Amity Square.
"Wh... Whoa!!" the bird exclaimed, taking in the whole sight with wide, young eyes and a beak hanging open in shock. Bodies of various undead littered most of the once beautiful park, the dead all in awkward angles as if landing after they were already beaten. Blood splattered various parts, the massive body of a huge undead by the watering hole in the center of the park. The forest opposite to where Colton himself had come from was smoldering, burned servely as the flames slowly licked the last of the vegitation up. But the most shocking part was the actual group of Pokemon themselves.
A smll Ninetales was curled around two very small Pokemon - "They look my age... sch-weet! New friends!" - an equine Pokemon, seemingly curled in on himself, and two small, almost humanlike looking Pokemon. "What the heck are they?" Colton wondered out loud, narrowing his eyes slightly in thought, even taking in the completely different colors of the two. Knowing he would learn nothing more by staring like some stranger-danger creep, Colton chirped loud enough to alert them of him, trotting forward, his hat's straps flapping in the wind and flapping his wings slightly as he approached. Adressing the blue capped of the two weird species, Colton ran his innocent gaze over the three and then to the equine. "Golly, you guys look worse off... Name's Colton. Any way I can help?" The sincerity was clear in his voice, the need to help ingraine into his being from his hard worked childhood.
[ooc; feel free to heal Caine, Phoe, love! Just know that he won't have appreciated his cuts being healed later on XD]