Eight paws stepped in an off beat as they occasionally stumbled over one another. The brittle tail of the Leafeon ran up and down the length of his mates back, feeling the lavender fur and thin frame beneath it. Resting his strong jaw on the top of her head Hreint purred, "You know you have the softest fur."
and he gently took in her sweet scent. "Have you seen your coloration? You're fucking adorable."
Gwen Wyndra cooed back to him, tipping her head up so her nose could poke the underside of his chin. "Pssh,"
He grunted with a cool smile, "You're the adorable one, love."
The Radeon felt a smile tug at her cheeks as she slowly brought her face back down, narrowly avoiding contact between her Toxic Orb and Hreint's throat. Damn thing still hurts..
She hissed at herself.
Sighing softly GW pressed herself closer to Hreint, taking comfort in his powerful shoulders. "You're not too tired, are you Gwen?"
He questioned with honest worry, slowing their pace down to little more then a sluggish walk. "Its nothing, dear."
She shrugged back dismissively. The Leafeon was not fooled, his brow furrowing as he licked her cheek. Suddenly he stopped as a sour taste treads his nostrils. It is one he knows all too well, the wreak of blood and the taint that is the undead. Stepping in front of the poison type eveelution the Leafeon arched his body protectively in front of her. A low snarl formed in his throat while his lips drew back to reveal dangerous fangs. "Stay close to me."
He voiced with a dark tone. The Radeon wouldn't of dreamed of doing otherwise.
Keeping low to the ground the pair slithered forward, making very sure to keep close to the buildings and foliage. You're upwind Hreint, of course you missed it. How could you be so foolish!
The Leafeon scolded himself, occasionally rising his head to full height to sniff the air. The further they traveled the more he saw what was enraging him so: the area was litter in corpses. They appeared to be undead.. but the bodies were so horribly burned and beaten it was damn near impossible to tell. He rounded them in wide arcs, keeping GW as far from them as he could. Had he looked back he would of seen the horror-filled and pained look in the poison types hollow red eyes.
A whine was lost in Gwen Wyndra's throat, literally scared stiff so it could not come out. Hreint only got like this when their was danger about.. whatever was around here had to be big, and dangerous. She did not doubt her safety: Her mate would make very sure she would be fine. But it was exactly that that terrified her.. Shaking her head hard the Radeon threw the thought away, refusing to think about what she feared the most.
Coming to the crest of a hill the Leafeon saw a strange sight. There was what seemed to be a Yamask of an odd color. It wasn't a shade he was used to seeing in the undead and its eyes were a bright gold as well. Probably clean..
The scent of rot still hung heavy in the air even if this Pokemon didn't seem to be the source. Something farther off was walking away from him, just too far for Hreint to catch.
Gwen Wyndra forced her away up the hill after her mate. She had only lagged behind a couple yards but it was enough to set her nerves ablaze. Straining her fatigued muscles she came to his side only have him signal her to stop with his tail. Nodding weakly the Radeon crouched on the spot, ready to move if she had to.
Padding forward with a straight back, head held high, Hreint approached the Yamask slowly, making sure his brown paws made small sounds to announce his presence. "Greetings,"
he spoke to her with a cool voice, trying not to spook the Pokemon. Moving in like this was not what he wanted, honestly it was risking and left him open, but he didn't want to wait with all the fresh corpses in the area. I need answers now. "Do you know where we are, or what happened here?"
He asked less out of curiosity and more to calm his nerves. GW needed him, and they would be safer with an alley, at least for now. "My name is Hrient"
Politely he gave his name, even if he didn't want the other Pokemons in return. Trust is a two way street.
He paused before saying, "Are there still undead around?"
He appeared calm before her, but inside the Leafeon was ready to pounce. Living may be hard to find these days, but if they posed a threat to GW, he wouldn't mind dragging their numbers down.