[ooc: well, the other Arcanine went into inactivity so... And that’s a good post, Baloo! :D][You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]Route 117 | Evening
Dawnfang was pissed off, but with a hefty grumble, she settled herself. Her ‘clone’ had run off without too much difficulty, not even bidding a goodbye, preferring to leave as if they hadn’t even seen him. What a fucking lie!
Raising her head gallantly, the Arcanine brushed away the rudeness of his cowardly act - the first needed action at the moment was to gather themselves. The little Arashi had gone off to do his own agenda, and huffing to herself, Dawnfang set herself to work. And there’s plenty to do...
The first thing that she needed to do? I was always told that young ones came first.
Softly padding up to the small little Flareon, Dawnfang tried her best to seem in the least somewhat approachable. She was never one to be mother-like, but the one thing she did
know was protecting those near her; and that’s what she planned on doing. The Legendary Pokemon walked in a circle around the Flareon, curling up around her to make sure she was warm. Eugh.
If her brother were alive and saw this, he would have been sure to make fun of it.
Dawnfang licked the top of the Flareon’s head though, admitting to herself that the Flame Pokemon was cute, innocent in her own little way. “Fennix, right? … You’ll be okay now.” After peace and calmness washed over the Arcanine after who knows how long, a weird little otter came up to her in excitement. Arching an eyebrow (however much an eyebrow that she had) in silent surprise, Dawnfang looked at the water type in speculation. “Um, hello there.”
Just when Dawnfang thought she had a grasp on the situation, more events just came along to continue on with her day. I do not need this...
A Houndoom with magnificent adornments upon her came into sight, introducing herself with a calm attitude that her name was Fraja. By then, with all this calamity finally settling down, the Arcanine was actually getting rather sleepy
. A siesta didn’t seem that bad right now! But no
, she was Dawnfang, the Arcanine that would never catch a break.
"What are you all doing in my territory!?" The roar was so sudden, but with a silent smirk molding onto her face, Dawnfang easily jumped from her position around Fennix and placed her body to hover over both the otter and the tiny Flareon. This is more like it!
Scraping her fore paw on the ground offensively, she glared as a rather messed-up Granbull raced into the scene, yelling his fucking face off. Ridiculous!
“Trying to avoid your hideous shit of a face, that’s what!” She replied angrily at the Granbull, embers collecting themselves in her maw. With one last glare, she swept her eyes to Fraja, then to Arashi. “Let’s tag team and surround this sucker.” After that set of directions, and assuring herself that both Fennix and that blue otter would be safe, Dawnfang brought her chin downward and charged forward, determined to aim an accurate Iron Head attack upon the ugly Granbull.