"If you choose death over survival, then you are weak. The weak should die, I'll not stop you." Those words. Those words. They were spoken without a single emotion, the eyes of their speaker dull and uninterested. He was only a child. So why did they suddenly mean so much to me? Why were the two small sentences suddenly too hard to comprehend?
I was frozen. I just could not move. The Dratini's words rocked me to my core. I had never needed a good cut before in my life. Suddenly there was commotion and a loud gurggled roar. But still I could not move. My eyes slowly turned to stare at the huge undead that had surphased before me. But still I did not move. Did I want to die? Maybe so. Just maybe. But I was never given the chance. There was more commotion- loud sounds and attacks being swapped- but I did not give a fuck. I had made up my mind. I would simply die. It would make everything easier. But Arceus was a cruel mother fucker. I was not fully awear of what exactly what was going on until suddenly I was in motion. Strong jaws wrapped around my middle and I was icy calm for a heart beat, awaiting the crushing of my ribcage and blood loss that would kill me. But it never came.
Suddnly the air was whizzing by my ears and I flinched back, flattening my ears as I slammed my eyes shut. My tails whipped with the momentum of being carried, and yet I was not thankful. Before I could thrash and fight my way from whoever the hell has his mouth around me, I was suddenly set down. Landing rouchly on my paws, I whipped around to regaurd my 'savior' with cold eyes, my lips pulled back in a snarl. I did not recognize the species but it sure as hell was way bugger than me. Besides, it's back was to me anyway. My breathing was ragged and blood dripped quietly onto the ground beneath me from my wounds, but I still heard the words tossed to me.“Is safe now, Ninetales. Lector is knowing of cat’s lies, too.” The words once more have more meaning that I could have ever dreamed and suddenly I am choking back a cry as real tears threaten to fill my eyes.
H-he understood? It was not just the words anymore, but the fact that, for the first time in my life, I had someone actually looking out for me. Me, Caine, the fucked up little orphaned bastard. I was still not sure how to process my feelings and wanted to worship and praise Arceus at the same time.
As it was, I calmed my posture. My tails that had involentarily fanned out behing me drooped in a more civil gesture and I perked my ears forward as I hid my teeth once more. The other pokemon had proven to have courage and maybe a heart, but I still could not trust him. It could still be a trick. Like with the Arcanine. A shiver ran through me and I blinked as real tears began to mix with the bloodstains beneath my eyes.