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While Lector faces outside, watching the others come together against the approaching Undead toad, an ominous noise disturbs the silence. A pair of high-speed, insect wings beats hard and swift. Cautiously he moves back from the carved entrance and into the dark shelter. As he ducks within the stone house, something swoops down into the dark feline. He stands on all fours as he glares with disgust from his shelter. It is a Scizor, and by its appearance and age he can tell it is a Harbinger. And it proves its horrific powers true within just a moment’s time. Even Lector is taken aback by the ferocity of it.

In a feat of utter savagery and maddened rambling, it plows its claws directly into the cat’s side. She yowls with agony, while the insect lands with a heavy thud. It glares at the group menacingly, before it uncovers its wings again and crushes the feline beneath its weight. It roars out again, rambling about beauty and worthlessness. Just as Lector is entranced in shock by the situation, something rams into his side and practically flies towards the scene. When the Zoroark sees that it is Caine, he breaks into immediate fear and concern for the fox. After spitting to himself as to why he is risking his neck so much for this Ninetales, he follows after him as swiftly as he can. The scene is only getting more gruesome, as the Scizor has gouged out the dark cat’s ribcage, and cracked it open like the wings of a bloody staravia. After threatening them all, it shoots off into the sky, startling Lector with its instantaneous speed. As he stops midway to the others to look at it, Caine runs ahead.

When he is sure that the insect will not come back too swiftly he looks back down, only to be struck by concern. From a distance, he sees the Girafarig break into a grievous, boisterous rage, releasing his full psychic powers to make the head of the intruding Undead frog implode violently. But to Lector, the grief of the Ninetales is greater than his. The fox has come to the cat’s body and started to whimper, while his sight is focused painfully upon the cat’s scattered body. When the fox begins to pay attention to a nearby lake, Lector becomes curious. Something is wrong with Caine’s gaze, making an odd sensation run down the illusion fox’s back. While he careens slowly towards the tiny pond, Lector walks calmly after him. A hollow burning hurts within the illusion fox for some reason, a grief he has felt many times in his younger life. He investigates his old memories, from his lonely childhood. Then, he remembers something, buried beneath all of the instinct and stress from those horrible days. It had a word, and as he recalls it his eyes widen with complete and total horror--Suicide.

The calm stride Lector once had breaks into a mad, involuntary sprint. Fear makes his fur frill up, and his breaths become terrified as he remembers the time he tried to drown himself as well. Nothing else matters to him, as he desperately runs after the fox, who has now stepped close to the pond’s edge. With a heavy skid he drags his claws across the ground, sliding right in front of the Ninetales. His slipping traction nearly makes him fall into the water himself, but a quick rearrangement of his hind legs prevents that. His breaths are quick, and he adamantly stands in front of the fox. The terrifying memories of his emotionless, dead childhood cause him to lose control of his hushed voice for a moment, making his tone one of warning and concern. “Will never let you do this, Ninetales.” Even for such intimidating eyes, the look that is exposed in his eyes shows that he has had similar experiences. In a whisper guaranteed to not be heard by anyone else, he gives a shivering, pained warning. “Lector has already tried drowning, Caine, i-is not good as it sounds.” In a demonstration of further adamancy, he lies his large figure down on its side before the pond. He can do nothing else for the Ninetales, except wish deeply that he does not try to kill himself. “Please Caine, Lector can keep fox safe.”

((OOC: oAo Have I really not put in the date and post count all this time? *facedesk*))

((OOC: Allowed WinterVeil to post since Sil accidentally skipped, so now the team will be back in order! <3))

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He continues to look at the hunching, slightly bleeding Ninetales. Guilt bites at his heart, recalling the panic and fear that he felt when he survived his own, nearly fatal attempt at drowning. Instead of speaking, he lets Caine weep. Lector has not had to lose any of those he has cared for, for such a long time. The only death he can recall at the moment is the one of Rance, the brother of his Floatzel friend Tempestus. From what he understands, others take grief worse than himself. He has never been one to mourn for the dead for long, but he will patiently give the Ninetales the time he needs to do so. Lector's ears flinch back when Ciane begins to cry out in sorrow. He looks with understanding at the fox slumping in front of him, with his many tails curling around himself in desperate protection. Caine’s long moan of soulful agony has failed out, becoming replaced by whispering whimpers. Lector whimpers, if just quietly.

As the situation falls silent, he recalls that the Girafarig had asked what the fox was doing. Just to make sure that he does not scare the Ninetales or make his pain worse, he growls in warning to him. “Leave him, Girafarig.” The voice sounds threatening, but he intends it as a simple, firm warning. If Caine is to calm down, he needs to not be bothered in his grief unless it is absolutely necessary. After a moment of odd silence, Lector observes the other two people. The Gardevoir has become so depressed that she vomits to the side of herself, and the strange blue serpent is--well, acting like its annoying self. Inside the safety of his mind, he groans in irritation. Why Gardevoir and Girafarig cry? They not even know cat--fox does know her a little, so is fine for him to.

Apparently, no other Undead have come to hunt--yet. All of the screaming and shouting has possibly gotten the attention of some Undead, but this park area seems to have little in the way of their rotten kind. He has been here for a week (if he can recall, it is seven days and seven nights to a week), and it would seem that the only Undead here are few but strong. Without finding anything else to do, he puts his head down in between his arms and looks back occasionally at the Ninetales while he surveys the land. He flicks his ears around as he does so, to listen for any disturbances. If anything tries to come to attack them, he will hear, sense, or see it long before it gets close.

Oh, and he nearly forgot. Leering over his shoulder to the young, pale-bellied snake, he threatens it coarsely. “Will be quiet, ssnake. Or I sssilence you myself.” After flashing his fangs right before the creature’s nose and letting a few harmless flames sift between them, he turns away and returns to his other attentions. If he is fortunate, the thing will stop its rude babbling. He feels a slight bit of sympathy for it, for a reason Lector can partially understand, but he does not care at the moment.

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Lector growls angrily at the verbal retaliation from the girafarig. But just as soon as his irritation begins, he then understands the girafarig’s point. He recalls what his Daddy, his trainer once said--There is no need to argue with everyone; sometimes they are simply suffering like you are. Lector’s snarl diminishes, and he lets his fur lie flat. He simply lies there, silent, but then he catches a strange glance from the horse--not much escapes the fox’s attention when he is truly focused. The psychic equine looks from the water and back to Caine, giving the dark fox some understanding as to his thoughts. Before he looks away, Lector nods in an unexpected response to the horse--he gives a brief look of understanding, confirming the horse’s thoughts about Caine. That he nearly committed suicide. Even though he absolutely hates the thought of cooperating with somebody he does not like, he has to compromise a little. The fire fox continues to repeat the name of Bachi, the cat that he did not enjoy the presence of. This bothers him deeply.

Out of the edge of his sight, the Zoroark spots something bounding towards them. It is small and blue, and bounces upon a round and large ball on the end of its tail. An Azurill? Without even heeding the large and rather intimidating Zoroark, it bounces over and buries itself into the fur of the Ninetales, speaking with kind concern. Even Lector is rather calmed by it, although he wonders where its parents are. He scans the land around them with all his senses, but sees nobody. Not even a caretaker. Is this Azurill....without parents? Just like Lector?

Caine begins to hunch over, and furls his tails around himself tightly until he looks like nothing more than a giant ball of pale yellow fur. After a momentary shift, the fox unfurls his tails and stands up. He looks to be much calmer than he was before, almost as if something had happened. Only then does he notice something wrong with his left paw. It looks to be bleeding, and as if something had bitten into it. It makes Lector visibly shudder, but he looks away and shows indifference from the sight to hide his honest emotions. He also knows that wound, and it only makes him worry more for Caine. Lector knows this fox’s suffering all too well, but yet he has to not be so hasty. Instead, he picks himself up from his lying spot and walks up beside the Ninetales. Caine says that they should burn the cat’s body.

“Lector can help burn cat’s body, Caine.” He lets out a puff of flames safely away from anyone else, and watches it dissipate into a wisp of smoke. Even though he is trying to dismiss his thoughts, he still cannot remove from his mind the sight of his young and painful life. He cannot help but worry about Caine.

The Gardevoir comes over now, having overcome her own grief. She introduces herself as Mora. The elegant being somehow calms the savage Zoroark, making him feel strange....it is not love, but it is still very confusing. He does not know for certain. As she continues her words, she appears to feel sickened when she looks back to the mauled corpse of the cat named Bachi. She approves that they should burn the body as well. Even though he should have kept his maw shut--it was certain to Lector that he should merely let these events pass by without his interaction--he decided otherwise. “Is good idea. Undead may follow noise. Is needing to burn body quick and finding ssshelter before they hunt.” He flits his glance around at the distant forests surrounding the park, and his fur bristles. They are all out in the open, and they need to hide quickly. Even though he has gone through the forests, Lector is uncertain just how much Undead may suddenly appear if they waste too much time in finding a place to hide.

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Lector was not particularly focused on the others’ talking about music, but rather browsing the fields in caution. The scizor or some other Undead that may come to attack them, and he just cannot help but be alert after that conflict. There is nothing to be found, though, as none of his senses gather anything. The body must be burned quickly, though, before it attracts Undead attention. Caine agrees to the group’s suggestions of burning Bachi’s body, and he speaks to Lector before they go. “Very well. We shall take care of the honors, eh Lector?” Lector dismisses his scanning and gives a small and humble grin to the fox, nodding with respect to the fox. “Let usss take care of honors, Caine.” He patiently walks along beside the fox, momentarily lost in his own thoughts as they proceed to the body. Caine staggers a bit, though, as the zoroark notices from the corner of his sight. He watches as the fox looks back to the girafarig and speaks his name silently. “Milo.” Lector tilts his head in curiousity at the fox, noticing the slight nervousness in his step and the sudden, pleasant smile upon his face. What could that mean?

Caine returns his attention towards the corpse as they begin to near it. When they come close, Lector readies his fiery breath, the flames puffing out from the sides of his lightly clamped jaws. The fire fox whimpers, but shows resolved strength: Snarling with determination, Caine belches out a large fireball at the body, spitting out more and more while Lector adds in his own fire. Breathing in deeply, Lector opens his jaws to let out a torrent of intense flames.

As the attacks are finished, and the body is left to quickly turn to ashes, Lector sits down and loses himself to his thoughts. This cat named Bachi--Would she have been a good friend? Maybe Lector was mistaken regarding her wickedness? He gives a nasal sigh, watching as the fire consumes the vessel that once held the cat’s soul. He was just as deceitful and vicious when he was young. Grimness disturbs his features momentarily, with his demeanor dissipating into one of solemnity. The Zoroark shudders slightly before closing his eyes. He does not heed the world around him, as he tries to ponder his current situation, as well as his fortune in life. Everything within his meditating mind is either of peace or sorrow, a simple moment scrounged during a pause in this dark world’s madness. It’s been a long time since he has seen somebody die by an Undead--not since the death of the Mienshao at Anville town back at Unova has he had such an encounter.

Recalling that region makes him shudder; the loss that he has felt at losing his Daddy--his trainer, Cerrus--hurts him. To know that he cannot be there for him, and not know of his state, concerns Lector deeply. The zoroark is fortunate to be alive, to not even have that disease ravaging his body and making him mad. That he had a loving and loyal trainer who refused to sail off to another land like so many of those other, cowardly Humans. That he was so lucky in his life, despite his terrible beginnings.

But he has someone he can help now, someone who needs him and even understands him: Caine, this strange and sorrowful Ninetales. This fox that has so many pains, just like him--it is as if the zoroark feels like an older brother, like a sibling, to the Ninetales. The smell of the ashes reminds him of death, but ironically not of a bad death. It reminds him of the peace that he hopes for, for the entire world, every single day. People die, regardless of the time, regardless of the cause. But deaths always benefit life in the end, through one way or another. While the others are at a distance and unable to hear him out clearly, he opens his eyes and speaks silently to the fox. “Lector missses friends, was teleported so far from them Lector will never see them again. W-wants to be friend to you, but not ssure if bothered by me.” The illusion fox looks with worry to the ninetales, feeling somewhat shy now that he is directly asking for the fox to become his friend.

A random, foreign voice startles the Zoroark, who whirls around in an instant and reflexively snaps in the direction of the speaker. His growl is deep with hostility, as he snarls at a strange candle-like ghost with an ozone-scented, azure ember torching upon its head. “And strange creature will stay away from Ninetales, if not wanting injuries.” He steps on all fours in between the Nintetales and Litwick, his fur frilled in irritation and his previously peaceful thoughts being discarded for hostility. In all honesty, he was being nice when he threatened it--if this thing decides to push him any further, he may and will hurt it severely.

((OOC: oAo FUUUU I can never stop making long posts for this Zoroark!))

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