| Post 31[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]Near Route 45|Early Morning[/color]
The others' reactions weren't... quite what the little sandslash was expecting. He expected hostility or even hoped for friendliness, but outright dismissal dripping with disdain? That was... odd. He wasn't sure all of the group even knew he was there as the strange skeletal-painted horse merely walked past, as well as a floatzel and lucario going about their own business. His friendly smile faltered a little as the others passed him by, turning into shock when a little gray eevee erupted in front of him, fur bristled and shrieking. “Oooh, you bastard! You fucking give up, just like that?! Well that’s no fucking challenge, none at all!”
The Eevee's leer was challenging, begging for a fight, but Jack stayed his ground, watching warily. “Look at this, another waste of meat, just beggin’ to be gutted!”
His spines slowly rose, unsure whether or not the little spitfire would attack. "Another"? Had they killed friendly passerby before? Jack didn't get quite a chance to defend himself, though, as the floatzel spoke first. "Only someone who's brainless would attack alone against a head. Besides, he ain't a 'walker' as you call 'em, so why is it pricking your hide? Your partner said it before! There's no benefit in killing the yet living. Back off it."
Her accent alone made Jack relax slightly, knowing that drawl as his own. He nodded in gratitude, but she didn't seem too interested in acknowledging it. Still, the fact that she made the little bloodthirsty devil pause gave him enough peace of mind to try and stay with them. But the little Eevee wasn't about to be dominated like that, and gave her a piece of his mind.“...What’d you say, bitch?”
Turning his anger onto the floatzel, he snarled at her, but then quickly turned back to Jack. “Hah, look at that, ya pussy!”
He jeered at Jack, his sneer growing. “This pathetic female has more balls than you do!”
He turned back to the water weasel, snapping still. “You think you can top me? Act like a male? Tell ME what to do?? You??? The inferior!? Hahahahaha! Let’s go then, dyke!”
Before Jack could try and intervene -since the little shit had no right talkin' to a lady like that- the sound of heavy hooves halted his movements. And just in time-- the ponyta took out the fox, asserting his rank in the group to leader in Jack's eyes. The fox himself had been catapulted to the other side of the field, who then screamed obscenities and started charging, which the horse retaliated. Making his way away from the fight, Jack made sure that he wouldn't get caught in the crossfire. What the hell was wrong with these people...?!
Soon after the thought struck him, he shook his head. He shouldn't pass judgement on them-- not yet. He didn't even know their names and already he was putting them in the ranks of Royce and that funny little emporer glaceon he'd met. Maybe they had just lost another member. Maybe they just got out of a rough time. Maybe these folks 're jest... not what yer used to, Jack. Gonna have'ta make yer mark. Show yer useful.
Nodding to himself, he followed the floatzel and lucario, watching carefully as they tended to a wounded pink meowth. He watched as the eevee and horse got in a tiff, but figured trying to break it up wouldn't... be the best of ideas. Carefully choosing his words and approach, he cleared his throat and began. "...Say, uh... Looks like she's pretty hurt. Anyway I can help?"
Dis had kept to the back of the pack, eyes catching every detail. Some sort of new pokemon had distracted the group for a moment, but it passed by it fairly quickly. Slinking along the line of shadow, he watched as the two more interesting pokemon of the group went on their own, fighting amongst themselves, unaware of their eavesdropper. The eevee had already suffered a massive blow, and then another when the ponyta laid all his weight onto the fox, beginning to crush him. The imp gave out a loud yelp, perking Dis' ears. Such a strange sound. He wondered what other sounds the imp would make in pain. Curious, he carefully stalked closer, his body instinctively low to the ground, hidden by the grass. He paused when he was finally close enough to hear their conversation.“You never answered m-me before. Wh-why didn’t you kill her…?”
Imp began, his voice hoarse with blood and pain. “Why’d you let any of them come with us…?”
The horse had no reply, and Imp didn't take kindly to that. “It’s not fair, Shad! I thought we were doin’ whatever the fuck we wanted! We were free! I thought you said that won’t change for nothin’. That only the strong like us make it- but now they’re around and you’re defendin’ ‘em…”
Imp's face and tone turned defeated, which merely confused Dis. Why? Did the pony betray him? It would certainly seem that way-- the imp critically injured, pinned beneath the other's bulk. “They ain’t strong. They ain’t even hunters. What we gonna do with a buncha’ dumbasses? They just gonna get in the way. And you gonna keep stepping in for ‘em everytime they get themselves caught up in a fight? That ain’t the way, Shad! Whatchu’ even botherin’ for?”
The black horse stared at the grasses, his eyes glazed over. “...I couldn’t.”
Imp's ears perked as the horse finally responded, in time with Dis'. “What?” “I couldn’t kill her...not when that meant killing the boy.”
Imp's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, mimicking Dis' expression. “Why not? Ain’t like we haven’t killed kids before-”
The horse snorted, turning away from the fox. “It’s not that, dammit. He’s too much like-...like..-”“...Oh…”
This seemed to mean something to Imp, whereas Dis had no idea as to what was being referenced. Apparently it was a grave enough subject to not even have to be mentioned. Eyes still wide, soaking in every minute movement, he cataloged the information. He would need to find out. “...Shad, you shouldn’t take shit from the fuckers that wrong you.”
Imp's tone was softer, gentler; more like a parent scolding a child. “She ain’t worth it. And neither is the kid.”
The horse turned back to his companion and simply stated, "Let it lie, Ghost."
It seemed enough of a sentence to command Imp to stop his persistent opposition, the two parting ways; the horse back to the superficial mother and Imp into the brush, likely to lick his wounds. Dis chose to follow the latter-- he was the only pokemon Dis seemed to get along with. Haunting his steps, silently following, the poisonous fox traced Imp's steps to wherever he was going.
((Feel free to have Ghost notice Dis, Ana. Hope I didn't get anything wrong-- it was a lot to recount.))