Anton 35|| Logan 24
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North of Ecruteak City| Noon
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North of Ecruteak City| Noon
With the powerful She-Bitch glowering down at the pompous ovine, Anton found it hard to not be slightly entertained by the possibility of her ripping him a new one. While it was true that he held no love for either of them, seeing one get what he deserved was good enough for the quiet, roosting dragon. However, he'd forgotten that what got Kyoya this far with Bitchface was his eloquent way of weaving words together, and so, of course the asshole would be able to talk his damn way out of it. “Oh, my queen...there’s no need to be so leery...after all, the great legends themselves couldn’t compete with your power or beauty.” Anton nearly gagged at the beginning of Kyoya's long rant, and thus completely turned his attention away from it to prevent himself from losing his mind. Though he supposed it was a miracle he could hear Kyoya at all-- his head was shoved so far up Ty's ass, he was surprised that he could hear him anyway.
Eyes overlooking what little was left of the city, the strange dragon felt a wave of unease pass through him. They had already fought quite a bit within the city's boundaries, but he felt something different beginning to gnaw at his insides. A pressure, an anxiety. A feeling of horrible dread that only intensified as the seconds wore on, causing Anton's gaze to no longer casually glance over the ruins before him but search for anything that might be responsible for such a feeling.
Then, suddenly, as Kyoya's voice nearby quieted, Anton knew he was too late. He'd been looking in completely the wrong direction, his body going rigid at the strange voice behind him. “...I’m here…” it cooed, whispered even, and yet those words echoed throughout his body like a great, terrifying battle cry. Turning slowly to meet the threat's visage, he saw a giant, decaying fox, its serene, tranquil expression quickly exchanged for one of absolute fury. color=red] “No, no, no...you were all doing so well…”[/color] Its voice didn't match its expression, the sweet coo strange out of such an angry creature. “Don’t you want me here, my lovelies?...”
It brushed against Ty, its stink and sloshy footsteps threatening to overwhelm the senses. Anton knew he had to run, to leave all these assholes to their fate, but he couldn't. His wings, his legs were completely paralyzed, just like everyone else, it seemed. He, the only one who could actually get away from this thing and he was stuck. “Oh, you all are so beautiful…” Its breath formed a visible blanket over Ty as it inspected her, lovingly caressing her muzzle. “And...I just want to be friends…” It seemed she passed whatever test the grotesque thing had in mind, and moved on to the next one in line, Kyoya. “Oh, aren’t you just adorable! Trying so very hard to look brave! Handsome little devil!”
As its wandering knife of a claw traced Kyoya's jawline and trachea, it finally occurred that the horror was actually humming as it checked them for... something. It was obvious that this thing was dead, but to be able to talk? To sing?! What the fuck was this thing and what circle in Hell did it crawl out from?!
But as it chattered to itself and Anton's mind raced, the thing finally turned and locked gazes with him. Anton felt his heart sputter with fear, his mind now paralyzed like the rest of him. “Oooh, you’re also pretty! Maybe you’ll do.” The words echoed in his mind, that terrifying gaze still in his mind's eye as the fox suddenly disappeared and reappeared next to him, like a strange hallucination. His poor shattered mind couldn't keep up with the fox's movements, and was doing well enough to keep track of the haunting sing-song words it spoke. “You know, you have such nice friends here.” It growled, its voice now suddenly behind him. He couldn't even look to face it. “Tell me why you deserve that, and I don’t?...”
Nothing. There were no words for it, nor even for Anton to think within the safety of his own head. He simply stood, eyes fixated to the spot where the creature had first spotted him, frozen. He suddenly found that spot much closer, however, when he fell off of his perch. “Is your heart pretty?...Is it bright?! Is that what they want!?” As soon as he hit the ground, he felt the thing's weight and claws on his back pinning him down. His heart raced, pounded against his ribs in a violent last-ditch effort to escape, but all the adrenaline in the world couldn't make him move now. “There’s only one way to find out!” Claws traced his back, in search of something, and Anton's body was still paralyzed, even facing impalement. He couldn't even manage a scream.
Suddenly, flames burst into his vision, the heat enveloping his back and the claws shrunk away from his defenseless form. Blinking, the fear still over his waking mind like a thick blanket, he failed to understand what had just happened. “You…” the thing whispered from above him. “How did you break from...Oh, how could I have not seen you…” Anton's eyes, as the only part of him that obeyed, searched frantically for whatever shot the fire, his eyes resting on the charmeleon that Ty had nearly killed herself before. The fox was suddenly in his line of sight, perched on top of the poor bastard.
“Yes, yes! You’re perfect! You have the perfect heart here! Will you show me how to love again?...Will you? Please? I-I bet you have the answer in that precious little beating heart of yours…! I bet, I bet!” In mere seconds, the fox flayed her chest open, eagerly looking through the now open cavity like a vat of candy. Blood poured, screams filled the air, and still, he could do nothing, not even save himself. The terror even continued singing, so much was its glee. “I’d be tender! I’d be gentle! And awful sentime-...” The thing's glee stopped abruptly, its eyes fixated on what Anton could only guess was her heart. She was likely dead-- no, she was dead, but... why... Why did that make him stop?
Oh Legends, why couldn't he just get up and run? Why was he forced to watch this?
“No...nonononono…” It whimpered, clutching the charmeleon's body closely to him, its face racked with grief. “I didn’t mean to...I didn’t mean to do it! Come back! COME BACK!” It cried and shrieked and howled, its apparent despair overcoming the creature. A wave of dark energy shot out from him, hitting Anton in the face. Thankfully, it didn't do much damage. “IT’S GONE! I FOUND IT AND IT’S GONE! YOU WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO LEAVE WITHOUT SHOWING ME! NOOOOOO!”
It howled once more, and then chucked the body at the others, shrieking still. “GET AWAY FROM ME! GET! AWAAAAAAAAAY!”
Get away.
Get away.
GET AWAY, ANTON.
Struggling, his limbs twitching uncontrollably from whatever toxin had paralyzed him in the first place, his mind was a blurred barrage of senses and visions, too chopped and disoriented to place together. Suddenly, he felt a pressure on his back once more, causing his body to flip over and attack what had tried to grab him like the fox had, only to find Ty's red counterpart pinning him back down.
"Get a hold of yourself, boy," the crimson canine growled, his anxiety and fear apparent in his golden eyes, "We need to get out of here."
Logan had been able to hide himself from the monstrosity, unable to decide whether to save himself by running or aiding the others in snapping out of a mass paralysis. But he had been beaten to the punch by the charmeleon, who really only asked for her own death. Logan knew that hiding and watching that thing kill her was a disgusting display of cowardice on his part, but at this point, he doubted any kind of interference from him would have resulted in anything different. Pulling the dragon up by his thick hide, he turned and saw the ampharos and umbreon already high-tailing it away. Making sure the dragon followed, he went after them as well.
The feraligatr was ahead of them, too, the dirt path they ran along opening up into a wooden bridge, and then a tall, looming tower. "Yes, inside!" was the only think Logan had to hear before he ran forward as well, Anton now hot on his heels. The dragon flew forward, his body finally under his own control, and he frantically looked behind them. "Get it open, asshole!"
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