The Battle Castle | Morning
Etincelle 136 | Melanie 136As the small child started to eat he looked the happiest Etin had ever seen. It was elating, and even got a wag out of the Electrike's short, stiff tail. It was comforting to know that the boy, human raised by his own assumption, could enjoy a natural behavior. The world may be messed up but that didn't mean they had to be. With a nod he turned, wanting to head back to Mel to help divvy up the remaining berries, but Arry's voice stopped him.
"Was there a really bad pokemon that was mad at everyone for being here?" A rigidness took hold of his body as surprise stunned him. The boy was curious, and he
had just mentioned it, but it was surprising nonetheless for him to want to know of such violence. Etin shuffled his paws, mulling over his words as he stammered,
"You could say that." The pair had been mad at
everything, but their attention had rightfully turned to the intruders.
"We intruded on their territory," he explained after a short, thoughtful pause.
"They were very much undead, but their anger was justified since we broke in." His aching body started to relive the beating it had received. The pain, his personal struggle, and the capturing of his own electrical powers. It had been intense, and as his pensive pink gaze flicked to Mel she chimed in with perfect timing.
"For good reason!" The Ninetales barked quickly, a berry rolling from her paws.
"They had Mist! We couldn't sit by and let them kill her." Even with the type disadvantage the fox was fearless in her recollection. She'd do it again in a heartbeat! Yet as she reached for the berry pain shot through her side and she recalled just how dangerous the fight had been. The massive wound she had received still ached beneath her pelt, a deadly reminder of how close to death she had come.
I've been lucky twice. She realized, and gasped thinking,
no, three times. Scooping the berry toward her with gentle pads the fox swallowed.
My lucks going to run out.With heavy steps and a slow nod Etincelle made his way toward the fox, murmuring,
"You're right. We really had no choice." If they had never come here, would the undead still remain? Would they have left the Battle Castle or remained behind its walls until their bodies could no longer move?
At least their souls are free. Killing was never the answer, and a guilt hung in his heart knowing they had died to their paws, but at least there was some solace in it. With a deep breath the hound tried to push those feelings away; what's done is done, after all.
Settling beside Mel he could see she had plucked most the berries from their stems and more or less sorted them out by type. They had eaten most the favorable berries earlier, leaving only a random assortment or extras. Hunger rumbled deep in his stomach. He was starving, they all were really, and the thought of gorging himself of what remained trickled through his mind. But the electric type was no fool. Pushing his paw past the pinap and passhos he nudged the couple of rawsts that remained toward himself. As he bit into the bitter fruit he grew solemn knowing his favorites, cornn and magosts, were always more difficult to find.
As is life. Brining his smile back he tapped a passho toward Mel's paw, and cooed gently,
"You should eat something."