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Whether it was a sunrise or a sunset, Kala had always enjoyed the action of watching them. The way the sky changed color fascinated her, but she was not here to admire the beauty of the dark sky where light slowly painted the way for the sun. She had determined that she needed some field experience as opposed to a spar with those that had been assigned to train her in combat. It was a tough choice, especially since she was so far from Invictus, yet here she was. She was pretty sure Indria would not be upset so long as she went back before nightfall. She had managed the assistance of a flier, an Aerodactyl in specific, but the flier was currently resting in a nearby town.
Her? She was out in the wild. The untamed parts of the world where she heard ferals ruled. She was here to fight, to battle, and to win. Well, she was out here because someone had suggested for her to go fight some ferals if she wanted to practice so badly. Her knowledge on Ferals was that they were pokemon not a part of a civilization. Her current definition of a "feral" was anybody she could find that was alone.
The masked monster was amidst a forest, though it was as silent as could be. She wasn't quite sure how to begin, but it seemed as if something was kind enough to give her a good start. The bushes rustled and caused her to freeze to the spot and stare. Was that a pokemon or was that just the wind? Her muscles were tense, prepared for combat, but nothing came. She lowered herself to a crouch, one limb in front of the other as she approached the strange bush that had caught her attention.
However, it was from behind that the party guilty of moving the bush decided to attack. She failed to notice the flash of movement out of the corner of her eye before it was too late. A sharp blade attacked her back, feeling akin to a scalpel rather than a sword. The Type:Null cried out before she quickly turned with her claws outstretched. She attempted to slash at the assailant but missed as the creature stepped back and put distance between them with light movements.
"Well well, what have we here?" the creature spoke. Kala's attention focused on the pokemon that had attacked her, it was a tall one, but smaller than Kala. She had to look down at the creature. Her eyes glared at the smaller pokemon. She studied the yellow pokemon who seemed to wear leaves on it like armor. Two antennae protruded from the forehead. What was this pokemon? Kala did not know, but anybody knowledgeable on those that resided within forests would identify this pokemon as a Leavanny.
"Did someone lose their master?" the voice that Kala could only recognize as masculine...yet effeminate at the same time. The tone seemed to be mocking her, but she failed to register anything of the sort.
"Are you a 'feral'?" The null demanded, more interested in her own goal than whatever the strange bug-like creature had to say.
"I guess you could call me that," the bug type shrugged nonchalantly, "But please, I'm more interested in-woah there!" the bug type was interrupted as the larger pokemon suddenly charged forward with a strike that had just barely missed the creature once more. "You're a feisty one aren't you?" the leavanny spoke with a huffy tone, "but if you insist....then I guess I could play with you."
"Feral" Leavanny Appeared!
Tags: @open Words: 598 OOC: Leaving it off here in case you want to join the fight and have Kala try to free-for-all everything and take on both of them at once
It wasn't much different than any other troubled evening, but stumbling onto someone's mess rather than stirring up his own was a welcomed change he'd gladly welcome with open arm-.. erhm, wings.
He didn't know his reasoning for traipsing along the forest in the hours of a coming dusk. It could always be that he'd plan to hone himself on his lonesome – to spend a night dicing down a couple rotted logs or something of that benign ilk. There was no vindication for his being here other than the sole fact there hadn't been anything required of him than the few paltry favors he's done. Run a couple errands, exchange some words on the behalf of a higher person, belittling things along those lines. He'd spent the breadth of his day as a glorified errand boy, and for as belittling as that may seem; he couldn't will himself to care.
As far as his concerns were, it was nonetheless something to occupy his thoughts and time. Eventually, but surely, there had been fewer things for him to engage in. And as the evening began to stretch it's technicolor skies, he'd found himself with nothing else than his own habits to conduct himself. So he did as he always have, settling upon his rigorous conventions to keep his mind at bay.
What else was he to do? Simply waste about until the evening breadth ran it's course? Why it wasn't formal by any means, but lowly times such as these called for his uncouth measures. And there was no better way he knew of exerting his festered impatience than bashing whatever tree he could into oblivion before inevitably exhausting himself at the dawn of night. There were always better, rather more productive ways of wearying one's self. But he's always done this, a long-seeded routine from the days his mother let his fledgling self dawdle the forests without her bearing over his shoulders.
It was brutish, it was infantile, but there's never been anything else he deemed more satisfying than smashing a log into a hundred little chips. A sentiment he wasn't entirely alone on. As there weren't one but two who's squabbling selves had already beaten the skarmory to the punch. There stood a leafy fellow – a man who's chords grated any sorry person who heard him trill. And the other well, not he even could discern what masked amalgamation they were supposed to be. But seeing as they were the first to lash at that oaf, then he's already taken a liking to them. Whatever they are.
But he wasn't going to intervene, this was their dispute they started and a quarrel that four-legged one would have to settle themselves. However it did well to quickly garner his heed. The clattering of mail ringed and swayed with his stride as he zipped behind the nearest trunk, eyes eager to survey whatever was to come of this scene. Though if he happened the change to spare, his money would surely be on the helmed beast.
The spectacle had begun as a show was put on for the audience, unknownst to the combatants. Kala had led the battle with a simple Tackle, but the attack was far too clumsy and unprepared to strike the grass type. The attack had missed by a long shot as the leavanny seemed to enjoy the lack of experience the Type:Null held far too much.
"Really though," the Leavanny commented as Kala turned around to face the foe once more, "I'm probably too much of a big-boy to play with you. Why don't you run along and find someone else?"
Kala had ignored the words of the feral, despite the wide and condescending grin held upon the smaller pokemon's face. She had the advantage of being much larger than the other, but something about the other pokemon told her that this would be no easy battle. Even so, her desire was to become strong like her life depended on it...mostly because she believed it did.
The novice charged the grass type once more with the intent to anticipate the grass type's movements this time. The light little pokemon seemed as if it were about to dodge the attack once more when something else had caught its attention. The grass pokemon had been momentarily distracted by the strange clatter of what had sounded like armor. Instinctively, the pokemon had made the mistake to glance in the direction he had heard the noise originate. This had resulted in the Type:Null being able to strike the smaller pokemon head-on with the attack.
The bug seemed to have been infuriated by the distraction that had put a dent in what could have been a flawless victory. The leavanny glared at in the direction of the noise once more in complete disregard for the Null who had at the very least taken a pause to try and figure out what this "feral's" game was. Kala knew it would have been best to take advantage of this distraction, but she was a bit curious as to what had caught the leavanny's attention.
"You wretched pest! Who said you could watch?!" the leavanny spoke before she gave a swipe of a leafy blade. Razors made of leaves were shot towards the skarmory that lurked.
The movements of the leavanny had been enough to entice Kala to attack once more, as she had assumed that it was a move meant to her. The Type:null was quickly proven wrong as the attack was fired elsewhere, but that did not stop her from putting a halt to herself. The Type:Null lowered her head and attempted to ram the helm that weighted her down right into the leavanny's gut. The Type:Null aimed to crush the leavanny against the ground and pin the thin figure there, but the leavanny had noticed just in time to meet the normal type head on. The leavanny raised her leafy blades and seemed to stop the null by pushing against the helm, but not without great difficulty. The hands of the grass type seemed to glow as she attempted to give herself more strength in the form of a Swords Dance as she tried to combat the Null, which left her wide open for an attack in case the audience decided to become a performer.
His tongue lashed, foulness spewing from his beak as he recoiled from the careening sight of viridian spears. They couldn't have been any closer to grazing his iron flesh, embedding their fibrous heads into the bark pillar just inches from his furrowing scowl. His recoiled so swift his armored weight nearly threw him against the mossy grime and underbrush. By any means he wasn't quick on his heels, flight maybe, but the shell he donned was a much as an impediment as it was of assistance. His rickety husk could of easily withstood anything a grass-type could toss at him, but upon witnessing their attempt on him he immediately played to his governing instinct. Just about making a blunder of himself as he ungraciously avoided their strike in a near-plummeting dive.
He probably looked like an idiot, his broad and bladed frame jutting from whatever tree that sheltered his idling presence. He'd come here to watch, stand at a fair distance and grab something to snack on. Either his heed was as diminutive as his politeness, or that chump happened to be blessed with fool's luck when he snapped his gaze towards him. Regardless he already demeaned himself enough for this night, the livid Skarmory simply went with the latter. Gritting his plated beak, the bird veered another glance from beneath his towering cover and gave that lout his scorned word.
“You blabbering halfwit!” He cursed the insect, spewing a constant slew drenched by a raving ire. “I'm so nice as to give you an audience this evening, and what do you do? You don't greet me, you don't save me for later bout, you bumble like the dope you are and decide to thank my gracious attendance by making a stupid attempt on me! Now wonder you're out here! A damnable feral left to dawdle and rot in these forest his lonesome, bickering to anyone that stumbles into your pitiful little forest!
There was a fervor to every slanderous phrase that billowed from him. He was roared disparaging fury, practically barraging the creature with oafish derision. He trailed on and on, not an end in sight to his bitter discharge. Yet for as deafening as he was, the sheer arrogance about him demanded for attention.
“I wonder what petty things you've done to be exiled here – there's no other reason someone as shrewd as you to be in these grimy forests. Bitter over some rejection? Steal a couple things? Whatever it is, it's ought to be mighty important if you're gonna waste your time kicking down that mutt!”
"You belittle me, yet you seem hardly capable of standing straight in the face of danger!" the leavanny retorted with a strangled laugh. The force of the Type:Null pressed against him made it difficult to focus on little else, but there was no way he could miss that big of a mess up. "Silence, I am your foe!" Kala demanded of the leavanny as she attempted to pressure the grass type even more. Neither of them dared to risk an attack just yet in fear that the other would manage to strike a blow, though it was inevitable in order to clear the stalemate. The leavanny had built up the courage to take the chance as he struggled to take in a deep breath. Kala had quickly reacted to the change in the grass type's demeanor with an attempt to pin it down under her insect-like claws. The movement had lessened the force against the leavanny just enough for him to unleash a horrid Screech that rang through the null's helm and caused her to retreat so as to avoid damage to her eardrums.
The leavanny huffed as he seemed to dust himself off as if it were nothing, though this only seemed to infuriate Kala. The null's anger caused her to shake before she charged towards the grass type once more with little more to her plan than "hit it until it falls down". The leavanny rolled its eyes and spoke up, "Would you knock it off? You are not my toy anymore!" The leavanny moved quickly as he unleashed a rain of sticky silk that entrapped the null and tangled up her feet. The type:null collapsed into the sticky mess with an angered bark before she struggled to free herself. It was by no means a permanent solution, but it would work long enough for the leavanny to address his real "toy" as he had put it.
"Then how about you come down here and make it worth my time? Honestly, all I hear is 'Squawk' coming from that beak of yours. You're such a clutz with that armor you might as well be asking to die to the hands of even a ground type." The leavanny made strange movements as he spoke, the leafy blades glowed as the Swords Dance took effect once more.
The null struggled against the strange sticky substance. She had managed to stand once more, though her legs had been completely entangled in the String Shot. The null was forced to take the time and try to tear apart the strands of silk with slashes of her claws. Her movements were slowed by the string. She wondered briefly if that useful little distraction would continue to squawk his beak until she could properly attack yet again? Was he on her side?
"Feral" Leavanny
Tags: Oscar, Words: 548 OOC: Had to type this up twice >_>
All it took the insect was to spew something from his sniveling mandibles and that hound, for all he was concerned, was vanquished by simple strings of this viscid silk. Nary a minute ago he was so confident in his unspoken bet that he had been ready to come trampling into the scene to give that beast a kindly pat on their tense shoulders, but all It had taken them was a spattering of web and the fight lulled itself into a blandish stalemate. Here he was, hoping to spend the evening hour watching these two exchange their petty blows, but his evening had been squandered and tangled in a tangle of webbing.
A shame really. He couldn't speak for their behalves, but he'd happen a fair guess and say those snares must be mighty comfortable if they're just gonna sit in there like a sniveling pup. But by time he could snare a narrow glimpse of their vehement thrashing, the insufferable insect waltzed into frame - obstructing the snarling beast behind his smug approach.
If there was any silent queue, a nod or any sort of indication, he was utterly oblivious from what little his eyes could of surveyed. They desperately needed an aversion to snag the upper hand, but of course he didn't come to fathom this at all. Well, he could of, yet the embers of his stirring ire kept his squabbling fury as fierce his beak could let it be. He continued to blather, not to the need of this amalgamate, but simply falling to the vexation brewed by the leavanny's overbearing pompousness.
“And you're asking to thrashed into a nice little dinner!” He retorted behind his bark pillar, ringing the grueling chords of unfiltered threat. “Why - you've already got the spineless meat and grasses I'd just love to skewer with my beak! If you're so assured that I'm just some squawking little hatching hiding behind this tree, then why don't you waltz your ways here and give me a nice meal? I could surely go for a nice bite, if you're not too busy fawning over your paltry victory to even march my way.”
His breath swelled his lungs, a cool that swept and straightened his form in a violet waft. Curse. And the only method he apparently knew to utilize it was by well, cursing. The avian warrior was readied, adjusting his senses to any rustling of foliage that would surely mark one's heed. He wouldn't be swift as to strike them before their blades ravaged his brass skin, but if he could endure the blow then he'd gladly return it by ripping this wretch asunder.
Last Edit: Jul 16, 2017 3:56:16 GMT by Oscar: spacing.
Kala continued to struggle against the stupid stringy silk substance. She could hear the exchange between the nobody and the feral, but her only real concern was to free herself. She finally ceased her senseless movements to take the time and think about where she cut and check to see what had actually damaged her ability to move. The silk moved from leg to leg in complex patterns, it was difficult to survey the situation with the helm upon her head, but she had never known life without the helm.
The normal type made a few slower and more cautious cuts...and she was free! The normal type had still been slowed by the attack as she had to expel more energy just to free herself from the web. The null looked back to address the older priority now that the new one had been handled. The skarmory had just invited the grass type into the underbrush.
The grass type had been fully aware that it was likely a trap, but the jeers and shots fired by the bird had damaged his sense of judgment through spite and a thirst to put the skarmory back in his place. The leavanny had begun to basically ignore Kala at this point as the Type:null began to charge towards him once more. Kala lifted a claw to slam into the bug, but the grass type had jumped forward and shot into the trees with an intense speed that was far faster than Kala. He had accepted the skarmory's challenge, confident that he would be able to take him on even in the trap.
"Come back!" Kala demanded of the leavanny as anger had begun to boil once more. She had been challenged then ignored!? Was she really that much of a weakling!? A growl rumbled in her throat as she charged after the leavanny into the bushes to search for wherever the grass type had gone...
"Feral" Leavanny
Tags: Oscar , Words: 322 OOC: RIP Oscar's imaginary money, Kala's a total pleb that kinda just flails around. Feel free to do whatever with the leavanny~
Last Edit: Jul 16, 2017 10:12:30 GMT by KALA KORZINA
He was prepared. Every tendon beneath his iron skin tensed as the moments breadth trailed him by, bearing his full heed on the scurried patter of the wretch's heels. Judging by how swift they rampaged over the marshy land, it was safe to presume his words did more than jab at his imperiousness, he managed to enrage that lout into barreling towards him. He'd done exactly what the shrewd ruffian had intended of him - if it a bit more on the sudden side. That insect must of had a fragile pride to be stricken so deeply by his ridicule, else they wouldn't be careening towards him with such seething vehemence.
A curved, and jagged thing he grit his maw as tight as he may. Just alike the rest of him, his hooked beak had been plated in the same bodily mail adorning his stature. A hook of a blabbering jaw, prepared to gouge and tear at anything it could swiftly skewer. From the foliage that adorned them, the things they've sewn and arthropod frame beneath those emerald leaves, he knew it wouldn't so much as require a sliver of his fullest effort to pierce that fragile skin.
He reared himself, hearing their marching drum nary a meter from his bark seclusion. He heard their careening direction, and with his form and serrated jaw he pushed himself forth. His assault was far from expected, anyone with a common wit would assume the scoundrel would bound from the wooded shade. But surely nobody would've foresaw the brutal zeal and vigor behind his assault.
A brief exchange of blows swiftly erupted into a fevered quarrel, sounds of crude metals clashing with fibrous blades. Their quarrel was unseen, hidden by an earthly incline and the gigantic tree towering at it's pitiful summit. It was unknown what to make of their swift battle long as anyone stood at the foot of this earthly mound.
Gah! Where had that blasted Leavanny gone? The null searched the area around her as quickly as she could as she scanned for some sort of movement that had not been induced by her. Unfortunately, the mask upon her head hindered her senses. Hearing was difficult, as sound could not properly and naturally flow into her ears as her sight was limited to all the mask had allowed her to see.
While the skarmory had engaged in combat with the cocky leavanny, she had been left in the dust. She found herself more frustrated than before as she strained both her eyes and ears in order to try and pick up on something of the sort. The Type:Null did not recall what it was like without the mask, but it was quite apparent to her that this meager attempt was not the full extent of what she was capable of. The mask sure did a good job at hindering the monster beneath the mask, though whether or not she was considered to be an actual threat was based more on opinion than fact.
She was lost in the undergrowth with her target somewhere around still. Kala gave up swiftly on the use of her senses to track down the leavanny and instead decided to attempt to use reason and logic to deduce where the leavanny had run off to.
...
She still had no idea.
Frustrated, the null growled with a furious slash at the ground to mark her frustration upon the Earth. Lost! That's what she was. In more ways than one, or was that "loss" rather than "lost"? Bah, she had no time to contemplate the proper words. Even if by random circumstance, she still had a chance to find the leavanny. The null glanced up the hill that had obscured most of her vision. Perhaps if she had a higher vantage point she could pick out the movements of the leavanny in the trees? Was it even in the trees?
With no other better option, she had decided to head up the hill. It was only when she drew near that she heard the sounds of battle...
Tags: Oscar , Words: 360 OOC: This time in "Kala Proves To Be Pathetic", she can't figure out where the hell everyone is
The grating clang of a single plate being torn form his bolstered hide was all too prevalent in the flurry that spun from their crossing blows. He felt the slab leave him, his armor ruptured and pried from his shoulder by the slightest weight slashed upon it. The knight easily poised through the blow - their leaf blades did little to scrape the avian beneath that steel shell. For however much he'd love to claim his armor made him impervious – it did, but the way he's sewn it together and was absolutely insistent upon keeping it so, had made such a thing fall apart on the most meager of blows. That blade was no more than a ginger caressing to the reckless warrior, but however that sniveling insect had managed – their bladed palms had carved into his iron and tore what dangling slab there was.
It swiftly sprung from his hide, clashing against the dense roots sprawling below him. Aloud, nigh-thunderous clanking of broken mail that rang through the forest's canopy. If anyone weren't the wise, it sounds as if the battle had swiftly gone awry. That the metallic scoundrel had been ripped asunder, his plates left to the scatter and tremble. But truth be spoken he couldn't have fared any better, and the appalling flurry he spewed was to ensure that.
With the fortitude invested in him by that bout of curses he had endured the initial blow, and brought his his honed maw onto them with the ardor of a sneering brute.
It connected, he wasn't going to miss his assault and letting the leavanny have his way with the opening slash had assured the Skarmory's triumph. His head swamped into noxious daze, as slamming one's skull against another would surely do to a man. The ringing of alloys, a sickening sound, yet through it all he heard the insect crumble. Whether of defeat or shock, he was certain he downed them, and to what extend he couldn't have concerned himself with.
Riling back, nearly stumbling over the rooted underbrush as voiced his throe in a guttural warbling - he could only hope that exchange afflicted them more than his searing head.
She had heard the cry and laid eyes upon the scene just as the leavanny had collapsed to the ground. She had been too late, the feral had been taken out. Possibly killed? She was unsure of just how much it took to bring an end to the life of any pokemon. Her standards were quite high, so she had simply figured it was knocked out. The null felt a bout of frustration and anger swell as the claws on her forelegs flexed. The sharp ends dug into the ground, though the wave of anger had quickly passed as she took control of herself and breathed deeply.
Her gaze moved from the leavanny to the stranger that had dragged the leavanny's attention away from her, "That was mine!" she proclaimed, "Why couldn't you go get your own feral?" she questioned as her tone obviously spoke for her irritation. She did not quite realize that the skarmory was the one who spoke to the leavanny back in the clearing, but even if she were to know she would not provide any thanks for the possibility that the metal bird might have saved her from either an embarrassing or deadly fate.
The skilless apprentice saw only that the metal bird had taken a fight that was rightfully her's, for seemingly no reason at all even.
Whether they'd been wholly vanquished or merely downed by the ire of his front; there was hardly a rasping moment from him to gaze the flatted bug before that snarling hound came yelping towards him. However much what he'd hope was their mutual relief, the mutt's snarling didn't immediately wake the unconscious ruffian. A shrug of his wings, an awkward sidestepping around the oblivious thing, and he faced the creature with about as much bewilderment as the frustration their bickering elicited.
His brow furrowed into a glower, he weighed his scrutiny upon them. That helm, their talons and bestial claws; they looked to be an amalgamation of a dozen creatures sewn below the shell of a dense helmet. The oddities that abound their form were enough to dismay his ire, as his eyes wavered their feverish glares. They looked strange, nigh-unnatural; but for the moments being he was confounded by their fiendish shape. Whatever this behemoth be; no longer was inclined to stand a witness to this creature's fury, especially if their sights were aimed upon his skin.
Weren't it for their looks about them, he would have demeaned the ingrate for their feral bleating. But much to the woe of his own pride, he swallowed his tongue and flailed his beak amok in an effort to allude their untested might.
“Feral?” He spoke in a muddled stammer, attempting to quell his vexation through a kindly veil. “Are we seriously going to muck over this? 'Cause apparently you can't take a queue as obvious as someone's back to you.” He brushed his talons across the earth, kicking soil as he briefly motioned to the slumbering feral.
“Your friend's down for the count.” A tremendous breath swelled his words, mustering his indifference to spout a meager saying. “So sorry if I ruined your little outing. But unless you want to bother me, then go find yourself something else to ravage.
She had been angered by the skarmory's direct interference with her feral, but that anger had swiftly been exchanged with confusion. The skarmory had spoken with a well-hidden rage that had been disguised, but that was not what had confused her. Any upset feeling she had in her body had been replaced with a will to figure out an answer to the questions she had developed.
There HAD to be some sort of misunderstanding here, whether or not it changed the outcome of the situation was unknown to her. The null, who had raised her paw to step forward, lowered it in hesitation. She now had questions for this steel type. Her head tilted to the side as her voice echoed through the helm, "Friend? They are not my friend. I was in combat with them so that I may train and grow stronger off of a 'feral' as I was instructed to. What would make you think they were my ally?"
Her questions quickly jumped to something else before she could even receive an answer, "What does 'muck', 'cue', and 'ravage' mean though? I've not heard of those words before."
Her head tilted straight once more as she lifted it a bit higher, "Are you a feral?"
Well; the null wasn't exactly shrewd. As if it weren't evident by their methods and hound-like manner at which they carried themselves; he'd probably have to spew every word a dozen times more blunt than what he already thought to have tried. Just getting to their domed head was a challenge in of itself, and continue spout his sarcastic banter was merely going to confuse them more. Who would have thunk that sarcasm wasn't within this mutt's repertoire; yet alone that they'd be deaf to a sizable half the things he chattered? Well, much to the ill of his temper, they so happened to be clueless to just about everything.
A loud, melodramatic huff billowed from his beak as his furrowed eyes gazed upon the fool's helm. A vexed scowl flashed it's petulant glare before it was inevitably smothered and quelled by the keener half that wrangled him. So as patience dwindled on a string, he carried every word with as much deliberation as he'd be willing to give this brunt creature.
“So they aren't your friend – Sorry.” He corrected himself, swift to embellish his ramblings by shifting a crude apology between his words. “If I were by chance a feral, I'd probably be buddies with your fri – that bug-type now would I? And what kinda ally would go outta there ways to insult their own fellow while up and deciding to throw them down?"
"I'm not a feral.” He chimed with a confronting confidence. “If anything you're giving me every reason in this world to think you're one of them, but frankly, I'm not up to fight some...erm..” He trailed into a rumbling as his helm tilted on it's side, gazing the Null beneath his iron mask.
“W-What sort of mon are you supposed to be anyway?”
The creature she spoke with had apologized. She listened as the creature explained that if they were a feral they would have assisted the leavanny. Was that how ferals worked? She had been told that Ferals often lived alone, savages with no regard for pokemon life that lived either with their own species or on their own. She decided not to question that for now as a more important matter had come up.
She was the one that looked like a feral?
The type:null was shocked by this suggestion and shook her head. She needed to explain herself, right away it seemed! The monster sat on her haunches as the skarmory expressed disinterest in combat with her. She was not to attack those who did not want to fight, especially if they were not a feral who put anybody else in danger. She spoke up, "I am Kala, a Type:Null. I came to this place in order to train and grow stronger under the direction of my personal trainer my master had given me. The leavanny had stated that they were feral, so I had tried to fight them. I am most certainly not a feral as I reside in Invictus with my caretaker, though I am currently quite far from it."
The normal type's stare seemed almost cold and dead, but that was not the case. She was still upset that her battle and learning experience had been taken from her, but she would just have to find some other feral. She looked to the skarmory with a more inquisitive expression that was hidden beneath the mask before she asked, "What of you?"
