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- Hate yours
- Be rude to yours
- Become your character’s enemy
- Be willing to attack/fight yours in a plot
- Develop a bromance or platonic relationship
- Have or receive UNreciprocated feelings with yours
- Team up with your character against others
- Otherwise engage in non-romantic interactions
Looking at the visible wounds of the hydra, she understood easily about having scars. Having no scars may make others believe that you were never in combat. While having too many scars would be just what Hydreigon said. Not being able to fight properly or appear weak. Whether or not he killed all of his foes or fled from a few that made those scars was irrelevant. It made the spider turn her gaze to her right leg, having a few scars from breaking a boulder. “I’ll just see if I can make practice first with dead bodies, and then see if those bullets can be taken out properly before putting some nice medicine if they aren’t already taken out.” She wouldn’t tell that the medicine might sting a bit, though. Not until she felt like it. “After the dead bodies, perhaps we’ll start on live targets that are actually going to die without aid.” She might even make an ‘accident’ occur for practice.
Briza listened to the hydra, making the last comment echo into a mental note. She would not force this rock to evolve by her own force. She would make sure that no one else would do the same unless the hydra permitted it. “Well, if you don’t mind blood and steel, then you might actually be worth making a medic out of you.” She said to the rock. “Though make sure to NEVER, ever…approach a human women in thin, white clothing. It isn’t what it appears to be.” Though she didn’t believe a Froslass could make food out of a rock, she could make food out of the hydra and Briza. Make the rock a tool for food. She almost chuckled at the irony. “Or better yet, don’t talk to strangers at all. At least not without permission from .” That sounded better.
She turned back her head towards the dark flier. “A good time to train would be when the Winter doesn’t have blizzards. If there is a pokemon with an ability that causes these blizzards, I am going to kill it if you haven’t done so already.” Briza didn’t want any halting progress in the training. The more she dealt with the rock, perhaps he could prove more tolerable. She believed the rock was fickle enough with the shuddering, even though it hadn’t even spoken to her.
The terms were satisfactory to the spider. Even though having to train the rock would be a pain if he was easily startled. She would also make sure that it wouldn’t fall into another’s hands. Not for very long, at least. If one managed to get away, she needed time if they were calculating as her or very intelligent. “I believe everything is set now. That is, if you don’t have anything else to make clear.” If the hydra was set, then she put her focus entirely on the rock.
"NOTHING. TAKE HIM WHEN YOU WISH. JUST BRING HIM BACK ALIVE AND CONSCIOUS." Hydreigon had already turned his attention to the defrosted Raticate, and promptly began tearing off chunks of flesh with all three mouths at once.
Golett seemed resigned to his fate, and just stared at Briza dully, awaiting whatever was in store for him. He could only hope she was more forgiving than Hydreigon.
"Then perhaps I’ll try a volcano next time…" If there was a next time, she mused to herself. "…though the inhabitants may not be as harsh as others are here because they have more tolerance over visitors that do nothing or at least know how to make friends. And stalkers are less likely. Though the experience there is yet to met. It might be actually be hell to me for all I know." She dug her right leg onto the hairless tail to crudely remove it from the remains. Her eyes glowed, the tail then floating in the air without a physical object carrying it. It then moved above the fire, replacing the cold with heat. A few moments later, it was in her mouth.
"I would say the rat would be smarter to never have come with the dragon. Or at least be aware that I get excited by runners." She kept a gaze at the fire for a few moments before looking at the glowing rock. "I just hope that one is smart enough to not get in my way." She then went to eat her food at a steady pace while listening to whatever the hydra or the rock what to say.
After for what most remained to be bones and dried blood stained on the bones, she looked at the three-headed beast again. “I’ll stay until the Winter is over, and then I’ll go to some other place that you don’t need to worry about unless you’re making plans for where I would happen to be going. And for my terms; don’t try to bother me when I bury myself in the snow.” Briza wanted to try something different besides waiting for prey in the snow or hiding from foes she would rather not deal with.
The spider raised her head, looking towards the blue rock. “Well, we’ll just have to see if he will take the training. But I want something to be clarified first.” She looked back at Hydreigon. “The Golett can evolve into something stronger and bigger at the right development of combat. I need to know if you are accepting of the rock evolving. I need to know your terms on this rock too besides being able to teach it how to repair things and mend wounds if there is more you wish to put in. I have enough respect to follow your terms, but it is best to not leave anything out in case any ‘accidents’ were to occur. And…who you prefer to punish the rock for disobedience.” She looked towards the rock with focused eyes. “There are just some things I won’t tolerate.”
Hydreigon just kept looking at the extremely uncomfortable Golett, who was shuffling awkwardly, clearly unwilling to do anything with the spider. Ignoring her first few sentences, as he considered them irrelevant, he began to respond to her terms, which he snorted at.
"WOULDN’T DREAM OF IT. I UNDERSTAND THE ART OF AMBUSHING. AS FOR GOLETT…"
He reached over and nudged Golett forward, who did so, not without a few shudders.
"HIS ABILITY TO FIGHT IS EXCEPTIONAL. LEARNING SOME MEDICAL SKILLS WOULD BE EXTREMELY BENEFICIAL. ALL I CAN DO ARE AMPUTATIONS…" He glared at his missing wing briefly, "…BUT AS YOU CAN SEE I HAVE A LOT OF SCARS. WHILE I ENJOY HAVING A FEW SCARS, HAVING TOO MANY IS A SIGN OF WEAKNESS, LIKE YOU CANNOT FIGHT PROPERLY. I ALSO HAVE EMBEDDED BULLETS AROUND HERE…" He gestured at his lower body, "AND SO ON. I DON’T HAVE THE DEXTERITY TO REMOVE THESE THINGS. HE DOES. BUT HE DOESN’T KNOW HOW, AND I CAN’T SHOW HIM. I THOUGHT OF KIDNAPPING A HUMAN… BUT THERE’S AN OBVIOUS COMMUNICATION BARRIER… AND NO HUMAN WILL EVER SET FOOT ON THIS GROUND."
He sneered. “SO LONG AS YOU DON’T KILL HIM, DO WHATEVER HAS TO BE DONE. IF I MAY SUGGEST FEEDING ON HIS ENORMOUS SUPPLY OF ENERGY. IT WON’T HARM HIM VERY MUCH, BUT HE ABHORS THE SENSATION. AS FOR YOUR OTHER POINT… EVOLUTION ISN’T JUST ABOUT EXPERIENCE. YOU MUST BE EMOTIONALLY READY. OBSERVE GOLETT. HIS SPIRIT IS UTTERLY QUASHED. IT MADE HIM MORE PLIABLE, BUT I REGARD IT AS A MISTAKE ON MY PART. YES, I ADMIT IT. I DON’T KNOW IF HE EVEN CAN EVOLVE ANYMORE. IT’S SOMETHING I’LL WORK ON WITH HIM WHEN I THINK HE’S READY TO EVOLVE. HE WON’T EVOLVE UNDER YOUR TENURE UNLESS YOU FORCE IT.”
"WHICH YOU WON’T."
Briza Sindey: "So what makes a Hydreigon dark besides their typing, brutally and liking of dark caves? You know more than I do."
THIS SCALE COLOUR IS USEFUL FOR LURKING IN THE SHADOWS. DARK BLUE AND DARK GREY RENDERS ONE ALMOST INVISIBLE ON A DIM NIGHT. MANY BELIEVE IT TO BE BLACK, BUT JET BLACK MAKES ONE A LITTLE TOO NOTICEABLE.
have any of your children matched you in battle.
NO. I DO NOT KNOW ANY OF MY CHILDREN, OR IF I HAVE ANY AT ALL. IT’S USUALLY THE FEMALES WHO KEEP AN EYE ON THE YOUNG. IF I HAVE MET ANY OF MY CHILDREN IN BATTLE, THEN THEY WERE SLAIN WITHOUT EITHER OF US KNOWING. EVEN IF WE DID KNOW, IT WOULD NOT HAVE MATTERED.
The large spider pushed the remains of her food to the side. She tilted her head at the question about the frozen mountains. “I didn’t think a dragon type would be in this cave. Not unless you plan on hibernating or perhaps make a temporary stay. I’d be the one making the temporary stay since I don’t see any other caves that seem welcoming. Especially the frozen ones that have a display case of frozen bodies.” She looked at the icicles around the bony remains. “But if you’re thinking of non-ideal places…it would be a volcano with tornadoes right around the corner with everything trying to kill me.” She said sarcastically dragged the remains further towards the fire, keeping her distance a few feet away from the hydra.
She didn’t really worry about the cold. She could move fast with the move that allowed to hide into their own shadow, then reach another spot just a few seconds later. It was also related to ghost pokemon, the mysterious sort that was odd in a good sense, and bad in others. Bad was more then good, and sometimes it was just a blur to understand. The cold was something that humans wouldn’t find ideal. “Think of the weak that die, and the strong that survive here. You may even find a dragon type that can take the cold longer then anyone in this Winter can.”
"The cold is here is something I can adapt to. I just have to try and kill anything that tries to take advantage of that. They will fail, and they will die. Just like that green reptile that just went in to kill you." She paused, looking up to the middle head. "I followed them, and wondered what beast could be here. I thought it would be something cold and brutal, but it is cold, deadly AND brutal. A Hydreigon, something that isn’t seen everyday. And those that do see it are good finders. The ones that survive are even better finders. Besides, what can’t a Hydreigon completely slaughter to the bone?" She glances back at the bones near the mouth of the cave. "Well, whatever has bones around here anyway." She then bit into her catch, slowly taking in the cold meat of the rat.
Hydreigon kept quiet while he listened to her talk. Tossing the chewed-up femur aside, he dragged himself closer to the fire. The cave was large, but the rear still didn’t quite accommodate for his bulk, necessitating dragging himself along the ground when he was lurking in the back of the cave.
"FACING YOUR WEAKNESSES HEAD-ON IS ONE WAY TO FIX THEM. THIS LOCATION HAS EVERYTHING I NEED. FOOD. PRESTIGE. PROVING MYSELF. A WAY TO FACE MY WEAKNESS TO COLD… BY IMMERSING MYSELF IN IT."
He considered her words, while directing Golett to bring in some of his stored meat. Living on a mountain had its advantages. There was plenty of ice to preserve surplus meat for the long winter months. Placing a frozen Raticate in front of the fire to defrost, he addressed Briza.
"FLATTERY GETS YOU NOWHERE. YOU WANT SHELTER? SURELY YOU WOULD BE MORE COMFORTABLE FURTHER SOUTH." He dug between his teeth with a chunk of Fraxure mouth blade. "AS FOR THESE TWO, THERE IS NOTHING TO SAY. THERE IS A FINE LINE BETWEEN BRAVERY AND STUPIDITY."
He sniffed and tossed the fragment into the fire. “YOU MAY BE OF SOME USE. YOU MAY STAY, BRIEFLY. YOU DON’T INTERFERE, YOU DON’T ASK QUESTIONS, YOU GET YOUR OWN FOOD, AND WHEN I’M NOT IN THE CAVE, YOU’RE NOT IN THE CAVE.” He grinned nastily as he looked at Golett.
"GOLETT IS SMALL AND HAS ACTUAL HANDS, MAKING HIM BETTER SUITED FOR DELICATE TASKS. BUT I CANNOT TEACH HIM ABOUT REPAIRING BROKEN THINGS, OR EXTRACTING BULLETS FROM FLESH, BECAUSE HE LEARNS BEST BY EXAMPLE. MY FORM IS ONLY GOOD FOR COMBAT. IN RETURN FOR NOT GETTING SPLATTERED, YOU CAN PERHAPS GIVE HIM TRAINING I CANNOT…" He knew full well that the Ariados didn’t have any hands either, but Ariados were well-known for precision and care when spinning their webs. Perhaps it could be applied to other pursuits.
Briza Sindey: "I always think of something dark when the color purple is involved. I've seen many things that are deadly with the color purple, even if they aren't aggressive. Do you believe that the color 'purple' on a creature might mean they hold deadly traits like yours?"
IT OFTEN SIGNIFIES POISON IN THIS WORLD. I CAN PROCESS MOST POISONS, BUT I WOULD NOT TRY TO CONSUME A GRIMER.
The cavern was too quiet. The dragon thought he heard snoring of sorts. The rat held better hearing, but was wondering if the paranoia was causing an illusion of hearing. The green reptile wondered if the beast wasn’t in the cavern, and went to scavenge whatever it could. The glowing rock was something unexpected. The reptile slowly approached the glowing rock, thinking of using it to search the area. Then it jumped at the creature forcefully with its short, but strong arms to move the glow in other places.
The rat squeaked as it then fled away on all fours. The dragon made a glare at the fleeing rat, still moving forward while holding the rocky creature before bumping into something that felt like it was being pushed in slightly. He let go of the creature in surprise, staring at the glow that showed the dark beast. The green reptile prepared for a strike on the beast. There was blood and open meat revealed. It was the green reptile, and he never realized that until the jaws clamped down on him to reduce to mere gore.
The rat continued to flee, a pink object growing in the distance. The rat ignored the figure and continued to flee forward. He heard something snap in the distance throughout the winds. Something like that of a tree. He thought that the beast was pursuing him. He stopped as he felt a sting across his back, wondering why he didn’t continue forward. He felt much colder then ever. The shuffling of snow could be heard behind him. He glanced back to see one last action of another living creature. A large peach colored spider swiped a striped leg with colors of purple and yellow, which then held a stain of red blood at the end after the swipe tore a chunk of the rat’s head. The spider then pulled the food along towards the cavern, thrilled for the kill.
The biggest thrill would be meeting a beast that was ruthless. Briza liked ruthless, and she didn’t mind trying to see the beast. It could be more then just a sight. It could be a challenge to live in the cavern. The cold skeletons with ice forming around the wing bones showed those who became a meal to the beast. Briza only moved in deeper, clicking her fangs anxiously to see the beast. Besides, surviving this cavern for the Winter with a Hydreigon was just a ride in life. If she died, she wouldn’t care much since death only beckons the appearance of a ghost.
Golett’s frenzied whistling had awoken Hydreigon from his slumber. He rarely slept, but the cold didn’t agree with him, which meant he slept deeply, for longer than usual. He’d told Golett to wake him should there be intruders - and there were, but he was disappointed to see that the invaders were nothing that Golett couldn’t handle himself. As his teeth crushed through the slaughtered Fraxure’s thick armour, he told Golett to start a fresh fire. Punishment would come later. There was a more pressing matter to attend to.
His back was to the mouth of the cave as he gnawed on one of the Fraxure’s thick femurs, but he was acutely aware of his ‘visitor’, slowly dragging the other invader into the cave. When he judged them to be close enough, he spoke without facing them.
"THE NIGHT IS BITTER…"
He turned his head slightly, bloodied face illuminated by the flickering flames of a fresh fire.
His head returned to staring into the flames. Nearby, Golett was doing the same, his body’s glow dim.
"WHAT BRINGS YOU HERE. I DID NOT THINK FROZEN MOUNTAINS WERE IDEAL FOR YOUR KIND."
*Hugs the furry dragon*
HOW KIND OF YOU! YOU KNOW, I ALSO HAVE THE CUTEST LITTLE THING BACK IN THE CAVE THAT COULD ALSO USE A HUG. WHY DON’T YOU FOLLOW ME INSIDE.
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