Outside Frost Cavern /o^o\ Morning /o^o\ 6 / 1
Spot's fur stood on end, a thick bristle of black around the joint of his three necks. A deep warning growl leaves all of his mouths and toxin-bright flames dripped with his drool down his exposed yellow fangs. His eyes are ablaze as he throws back his heads and howls. The mournful trio of howl echoes in the entrance of the cavern but the cold plain in front draws out the strength of the sound.
The middle head spits and the hot saliva melts the ice from the rock. His open mouths snap shut and he turns his burning eyes on the remaining pokemon."It's too late, we couldn't protect him and he didn't even know what was coming."
The Pikachu says sadly. "I'm sorry you kids had to hear and see what just happened.""What was that?"
The middle head barks with eyes ablaze. Drips of fire ooze from his jaws, melting small puddles where they land. "It was hurt, covered in blood. Why did it attack us? Was it sick? Mad? Is it going to come back?!"
Spot stares at the Pikachu. He doubts he would get a straight answer out of anyone else. The Absol was strange and the Aron was a child
, why are they treating this like something that normally happened.
His hackles are still raised. His left-most head is turned towards the snow and it growls with barred fangs awash with flame. His right-most head is turned towards the dark of the cavern. All three have ears pressed close to their heads and his tail is held straight like a spear."Well I certainly am not sparky!"
The Absol is covered in blood and snow, it drops from its fur in frozen red chunks.
Spot crouches and growls, all three of his heads turning around to face it. His tail whips around. Unable to articulate all three of his heads simply bark a threat."Pokemon die, there is nothing we can do about it now."
The Larvitar points out.
He had been too worried about the health of the Braxien to really notice it before. The Larvitar wasn't a threat here."Well you're a bit morbid."
The Absol giggles and Spot growls deeper."Jeriah!"
The small Rock Skin Pokemon quickly moves deeper into the cavern."Gabe!"
The small steel type replies and runs forwards as fast as stumpy little legs can carry him. Gabe, the Larvitar is Gabe."I'm scared.""Oh don't be scared little child! Reaper's here, and that's scarier than anything other than the fun ones!"
The Absol, Reaper, dances lightly around like he wants to play.
Spot growls and edges backwards, trying to get in between the bloodied thing
and the children. He can't trust him to play nice."We should get moving, out of the open now. Maybe into the cave so what ever that is doesn't come back.
" The Larvitar tells the other rock type."Awh, but that would ruin all the fuuuuuun, but I suppose it would be more fun inside the cavern."
Spot nearly snaps. His fur bristles and flames flare around his mouths like the jack-o-lanterns of hell.
A light tug on his hind leg extinguishes the flames of his jaws. His right-most head turns to see the small shape of the Aron then all three turn. His shoulders relax as he leans down to stiff at the small steel type. He couldn't scare the children. That would be bad. Right now they were in danger. He had to keep them safe. Yes, that is the good thing to do.
Lightly he licks the Aron between the eyes. He tastes like a cold plate."I will guard you."
His middle head says.
The head closest to the Pikachu turns towards him."We need to get to somewhere safe. We should go inside more. I don't want any bad things to see us."
A light golden claw drags over one plastic petal. Up close the fine threads in the material are visible but he still raises it to his nose and sniffs. Nothing but cold dead plastic but the motion brings to mind remembered perfumes.
"La vie en rose..."
He hums to himself and sighs.
He wanted to be somewhere else. If he closed his eyes he could see it. Flowers in every shade of the rainbow, from crimson red to brightest violet, in speckles and stripes and spots with each pattern brighter and more beautiful than the last. Flowers like Sunflora that turned tanned faces to the sun or flowers that grew on twisting vines like dewdrops after the rain. The garden of his imagination spreads up around him; a place full of life and growth where he would never feel he didn't belong.
The Breloom draws his long tail around him tighter. His cheek touches the cold rock.
A real rose would have died by now. It would have shriveled and wilted and left nothing but dark, foul rot. He curls up, pressing the plastic flower to his chest. This...this rose was forever. Even in this dark place it would be with him. A bright memory that somewhere, in some better place, there were real roses.
He tucks it next to the pulsing orb of his necklace. The purple sphere, slimy to the touch, nestled easily against the fur of his neck. Its toxic touch reassured but it wasn't enough to make him comfortable.
It was so bitterly cold and he didn't have so much as a blanket of leaves to keep him warm.
Of course, if he had that he would have eaten it.
A wry smile twists his lips.
The pine needles sharp points may have hurt his mouth and tasted bitter but they had been food. There was no food here. He couldn't eat the cold rock.
Time to think of the positives. He wasn't being chased just yet. There that was one. He didn't have a trainer any more. That was two. He was alone and for now he'd count that as a positive.
And somewhere there was flowers.
But then there was the sound of something moving in the cavern. It echoes in the cave and the Breloom straightens up, clutching his rose close to his chest. His tail straightens out and he balances on the tips of his golden claws; ready for fight or flight. His entire body is tensed as his pewter colored eyes dart over the icy cavern walls.
Fight or flight? Fight or flight?
His arms draw in, reducing the drag if he chooses to flee but also coiling his powerful arm muscles like a spring.
His mouth is dry.
What was coming? What was coming
((OOC: Sorry, long post. Cory's bright red so he could be mistaken for Scizor at a distance.))