Buck’s response was hardly reassuring, instead emerging as dreary confirmation that they had ultimately failed to find shelter. Although a slight disappointment, Latias dismissed the matter without a second thought – it had never truly been her aim in the first place, merely an added bonus were they to succeed.
They had wandered aimlessly, long enough – Latias thought – to give the human enough time to calm. It had been her intention all along. She herself wasn’t comfortable around the species, the hound had looked ready to gut the stranger and the man in question wasn’t exactly composed at the time of their departure. But the dragon was confident the company of those left behind would be enough to quell his turmoil. "Yeah... That was pretty pointless..."
Buck muttered somewhere from behind her, the male apparently choosing to follow. Latias’ lips tugged in a small, knowing smile as opposed to her natural aggression. “It was worth a shot,”
It lacked her common venom, the legendary instead shrugging off the matter as the duo began the trek back towards the main group. The dragon silent, but oddly content.
Her contentment, however, was short-lived, dashed at the mixture of noise emanating from the group. Lalita’s cries stood out. They struck the dragon with an intensity she was reluctant to admit, her pleasant mood crumbling as the fox’s heartbreak worked to provoke her own. It hurt. The stinging jab in her chest that reminded her of her own losses. Lalita’s outbreak was simply the melody to a generation of lost souls.Legendary…
She pretended she hadn’t heard the voice; betrayed no signs of alarm or upset beneath a blank complexion. Latias was stronger than that. Banishing such thoughts from her mind, she tore her gaze from the grieving fox – now comforted by the young buizel – and instead distracted herself with the polar opposite. The Doctor’s cheer had infected her once before; she was already craving a second dose and the opportunity to escape the monsters lingering in her periphery.
He was happy – at least on the outside. Latias had learnt well enough that appearances were cruelly misleading. But he wore his smile with such sincerity that she was inclined to believe it to be genuine. She wanted
to believe it more than anything, bask in something she had long been deprived of. Her mood, constantly swinging between the extremes, was lightened merely at the sight of the psychic’s conversation with the human. She cared not for their words, instead delving into the details of the abra’s expression – ignoring those tiny creases of pain he strived to conceal. It was surprisingly easy to colour the truth.
Latias had managed to drone out the hum of conversation, so tuned in to the psychic’s subtly-shifting features that she started when the male suddenly dashed away. Amber eyes darting between those equally as slow on the pick-up, an almost charming confusion accompanying the blush in her cheeks lingered on her face. "Goooo.....FUCK! If that guy thinks we are following him he is nuts. Right Sub? Sub? Goddammit!!!
Despite the bird’s indignant cries, the human had chosen to follow the spritely duo of the Doctor and Tails, Lalita – now strikingly vacant – following suit. Latias could only blame herself for her current alienation to the matter, and yet her pride wouldn’t permit her to ask the question of what exactly was going on.
But with Buck reluctantly turning to follow, the legendary gave a small shrug of her shoulders and drifted silently behind. She was mainly charmed by the group – admittedly uneasy of some; clashing with others – but the legendary saw no reason to abandon such survivors. Besides, they could be useful. Latias knew her destination, yet remained a foreigner in the region. She made a mental note to ask of the ruins at a later point.
But clearly, that wasn’t going to appear anytime soon.
She saw the blurred shapes of the Doctor and Tails up ahead, but the sound of buzzing arrived a moment too late; her mind seemingly struggling to fully process her surroundings. She was struck in the neck, a surprised hiss leaving her as her body recoiled away. The offending butterfree was met with no mercy, practically torn apart by the strength of Latias’ retaliation.
It’s sudden, brutal death was met only with the anger of its brethren.
The dragon thrashed wildly within the flurry of insects, snarling and snapping at the wings that flitted within her reach. Her blood, fast-boiling and further tinting her reddening eyes, was itching to provoke a darker side of the legendary. Latias knew what would come next. The visions, that voice
– she would not let herself slip into that state.
With a screech, Latias demonstrated her species’ talent. She burst forth from the swarm at an exhilarating speed, streamline body a flickering shimmer, almost mirroring her surroundings as she tempted the feat of invisibility. But a pang of nausea disrupted her escape. Her flight faltered, the legendary forced to a halt a good distance ahead of her companions as she cringed away at the brief but terrible pain that rocketed up her neck; poison.
(I apologize for the long post, but I wanted to catch up thoroughly. I hadn’t realized just how many rounds I had missed.)