It seemed that the macabre-painted colt did not like Dis' logic. His head whirled, eyes wide with shock and anger. Dis' own wide, crimson stare met his, and something strange happened to his skin; an odd wave of pricks, like a sudden episode of numbness. “...There is always a need to hunt,”
the colt began, his stare keeping the poisonous fox in place like a hypnotized cobra. “So long as one walker stands, we will. Always. Hunt.”
The colt's tone was dark, malicious, as his hooves moved forward, closer to Dis. Dis himself was not scared, no-- he was still hypnotized by the pony's silent fury, the ashen flames that radiated the cool hate of a long grudge. The colt paused, bending to make direct eye contact with Dis, and the latter's heart jumped a beat as the thick stench of old blood and burned flesh seared his olfactory senses. This colt was cloaked
with death...“...Killing the living only means more walkers. There is no clean meat to be had from them.”
HIs words meant little to Dis; the poisonous vulpine was far more interested if whether or not the colt bled that stench as well. But he kept still, calm as a statue, eyes wide, staring back at the void presented before him. “...If you value the hunt, join us now.”
He snarled over his shoulder, the slow retreat sounding with the clatter of his hooves. “If not...Run.”
Run...? There was no need for running. Dis watched as the others congregated around the painted colt and his now very perturbed sidekick. The last statement had obviously been a threat, but once more, Dis was not shaken. He watched emotionlessly as the others seemed to move past and beyond him as he stared at the painted colt's receding form. Why not murder the mother and the foal? Why keep them alive? Why keep the foal under his management when there was no point? Questions bombarded him as he tried in vain to unravel the colt's motives. In the distance, he could hear the gray eevee's complaints as well-- so he wasn't the only one in the dark. Tilting his head to the side, the others already a good distance away from him now, he was soon alone with the flames hungrily tearing at the forest around him. Finally, tearing his gaze away from the colt, he glanced at the fires and decided that now was likely a good time to move.
Eyes settling intently on the leader of what seemed to be a pack now, he quietly followed, cloaked by the others' shadows.
Jack heaved a heavy sigh as he unloaded a rather slim pickings of berries and roots he'd found in the forest nearby. A strange, sudden fire had chased him out and into a small clearing on the mountain, wanting little more than a rest. He'd been chased from Lilycove, from Miss Ma'am and Miss Raven, guilt-ridden and remorseful. He never should have left them. Who knew if they were all right, what with Royce and that nasty glaceon so close? What had he done, leaving them? Still, he didn't even know where he was now, much less where to find them. "They're th' only decent folks yew find and ye run from 'em,"
he scolded himself quietly, prodding unenthusiastically at his meager meal. He heaved another sigh as he plopped onto the ground, his hungry stomach no longer wanting. "...Where are they...?"
A crack in the distance caught his ear, accompanied by... voices? He turned, his meal now meaning little as he watched, tense, for whatever was nearby to reveal itself. His ears picked up two, three voices, and his spikes tensed a bit more; who knew what these folks were like? What if they were like Royce, or that weird Emporer fellow? What if--
He stopped himself short, shaking his head free of such thoughts. What kind of pokemon was he being? Scared? Sneaky? Territorial? They was talking-- that was enough to prove that they weren't one of the rotting fellows. He wasn't himself if he was planning to ambush a group when all they may have wanted was a friendly face. Inhaling deeply, he strode forward, claws in the air."Hey there, folks!"
he began in a low but friendly tone, approaching slowly before stopping all together in front of them. "Well-- I gotta say it's been quite th' while since I seen hide 'r hair of true-blood servivors. Legends above, it's good t' see ye!"
He held out a claw, offering it to the leader. "Name's Jack."