The Dragonair swiftly flinches back at the accusation, pressing back against the now closed doors and wrapping his tail up around him securely.
His fins press down, close to the side of his head and the round glasses slip down the dragon-type's snout.
Swiftly they are pushed back up by the crooked tip of the broken blue tail.
Still he does not flee but instead pays attention to the other pokemon, the small psychic type that seems less likely to murder him for speaking.
'No..." He replies shakily, hoping the Espeon won't be offended by his answer. "My trainer wasn't much interested in gyms..."
That was entirely true and even if they could read his emotions or his heartbeat then there would be no indication he was harmful.
Shakily he continues.
"Please don't make me go outside. I knew when someone opened the door that there were other living in here and we all need to stick together right?" The fear in his voice is genuine, for all the admiration he had for his master the Hydreigon was fully capable of killing him by accident.
"There's a monster out there."
And that too is completely true.
Warily coiled back against the wall Kabuto tries to resist the urge to immediately smash the bug with a water-type attack. Sure it would take a few hits to smash open that thick shell but it would be worth it.
As if emphasizing his last point there comes a dry throated roar from outside, like the eruption of a geyser or the bellows or the gods followed by a solid sounding thump of something landing on the roof of the run down building.
The worn pokecenter roof sheds a light shower of plaster but thankfully holds and, for a moment, the city outside the grimy windows is illuminated as bright as day as a massive column of flame hits the street beyond.
The Dragonair wraps his broken tail up around himself to hold his jaws closed as indicators that complete silence would be their best chance of survival.
The Hydreigon soared swiftly through the darkened skies, six stubby wings beating sedately. With his arms pressed close to his scaly body and his short ragged toed feet folded in Orochimaru moves through the skies like a serpent, lurking in low-lying cloud as if it was the dense underbrush of some ungodly jungle.
He could still feel the burning of the disease as it ate away at his insides though, when he had first killed another Pokémon and eaten it’s flesh the burning had not returned for weeks. Now that pain was his constant companion and it urged him on to greater and greater heights of slaughter then laid him so low he felt he would die.
As a new scent prickles his nose Orochimaru slows his flight and scans the skies below him.
A shimmering Altaria (if his fading sight had not further betrayed him) had entered his territory, a dragon-type like him, although it’s slender neck and cloud-like wings were far more frail than his own scales.
A good meal too, once you tore off those cloying wings and the thought of biting into that golden skin and tearing free the soft, tender meat of a flying-type made all three of his mouths water.
Orochimaru dived, the merest flicker of a wing enough to steer his descent with a pin-point accuracy and landed on the dilapidated pokécentre, lighting up the night sky with a strident lance of a Flare Burst.
The flames scattered off in a five-pointed star of destruction, two gouging the ground in front of the building he rested on.
((OOC:Whoops, Sorry -10! The Team sheet was still saying you were away for me))
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