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"He has not left his room in three days," Brutus’ stated, a wealth full of concern behind his voice. "He only takes the tray I leave in front of the door daily…" He sat in the back of a brustling tea shop, the variety of tea scents hovering in the area. Yet it could not calm today. The Bouffalant only felt regret for pushing his partner too far, for encoaching something that pained the companion beyond reason.

"Is that so?" A gruff voice uttered, a hint of concern hidden within. The Bouffalant glimpsed then at the ‘mon sitting across from him. The Blaziken took a small sip from a streaming cup, not at all bothered by the hot contents. His amber eyes focused intensely on the Bouffalant. "And you think she will be able to snap him out of his…depression?" He inquired, raising an eyebrow.

Brutus could clearly hear the skepticism in the Blaziken’s voice. “If you were there, you would have been able to see the bonds growing there.”

The Blaziken scoffed. “That may have been then but now he effectively smashed whatever was building.” His eyes soon turned cold, his voice becoming frigid, “She came to me with tears that day. She hardly wanted to tell me what was the problem but when she told me…” His grip tightened over the small cup, threatening to shatter it in pieces. “Did you know what I wanted to do that day?” His voice going quiet.

Brutus inclined his head. “Rainier…,” He earned the Blaziken’s sharp eyes. “I am only giving you the courtesy of this knowledge because you are her father but I know very well she is old enough to know what she wants to do without your consent.”

Rainier was shocked by this Bouffalant’s boldness, by his intelligence. He remember distinctly that he never uttered his name around the Normal type. Where the buffalo had discovered it baffled him. He doubted she would tell him so when.. He gritted his teeth, small embers seeping out of his claws. “She should not be involved with him anymore. She’ll just keep getting hurt around him. He’s a danger magnet and you know it,” he said through his teeth.

"You can not keep shielding her from the outside world. She even expressed joining a guild soon," he could see the Blaziken flinch at his words, eyes wide with shocked but he continued, "She is curious about the things around her. Let her explore and join things as she should Journies are not without trials. You should know," Brutus said sharply.

Rainier questioned the Bouffalant’s age. His words sounded ancient on his ears, his eyes held some knowledge. Definitely not possible of the 28 years the Normal Type had told him. He looked down then, focusing on the small ripples in his tea. “It seems I need to have a small chat with her later…,” he said reluctantly, giving a stern look to the buffalo. “Make sure it goes well.”

Brutus gave a small nod. “I will do what I can.”

Cherie hovered in front of the door, hesitant. Looped around her arm was a small tan bag. She risked a glance at Brutus who gave a small nod of encouragement back. She took a deep breath, gathering the courage inside. I can do this… I can do this… She knocked on the door quietly, anticipation building. She couldn’t quite stop her legs from trembling.

"Go away," a voice croaked behind the door.

She silently shook her head. You don’t get stay away this time. She knocked on the door again, harsher than before. Suddenly the door flew open mid knock, her arm faltering. Ven loomed over her, eyes blood-shot, his ears drooping. His breathing was labored, his chest barely rising. He seemed barely able to remain on his feet, leaning against the door for support. She nearly bit out a curse as he began to fall. Her arms flashed out to stop him from falling on top of her. She struggled under his weight but she managed to place his arm around her shoulders to better handle it.

"Is there a problem?" Brutus called from the other room.

"No no!" She said quickly."I got everything under control!" She put on a face of determination as she dragged the Weavile back inside, quietly kicking the door shut behind them. "Man you’re heavy…," she grunted out, legs wanting to go out from the pressure. She managed to get him on the bed without further preamble with a sigh of relief.

He was unusually hot for her liking. A fever? She placed a gently paw on his forehead, her expression worried. He was burning under her touch. “You got yourself sick too…” She sighed, rummaging through her bag. She carefully pulled out white bandages, eyeing the scars on his arms. Silently, she began to wound a bandage on his left arm. Happy with the left one, she moved on to the right.

A flash of movement and his right claw clamped down on her arm. She nearly shrieked but she kept her emotions under control, staring evenly at Ven’s wild eyes. He appeared confused, eyes moving around wildly.

"Ven…," she started, in a calm soothing voice. His eyes focused on her fleetly, unfocused. "Ven. I’m not here to hurt you," she continued in a gentle voice.

His brows furrowed, his eyes gaining clarity. “Cherie…?” He blinked, realizing what he had done He quickly let go of her arm as if she burned, muttering cursing under his breath. “What the hell are you doing in here?” He focused intently, frost coating his claw. He placed it on his forehead, relief flooding him instantly from the rising heat.

"You let me in here. Remember?" His brows knitted together in confusion, his memories fuzzy. But he doubted she would lie about something so simple. "Whatever. Get out of here." It felt humilating to have her baby him for being sick. He glimpsed the bandage wounded tightly on his arm. He lifted it up to examine.

"I’m not leaving," she huffed, paws on her hips. "You just fainted on me 20 seconds ago!" A light flush flooded his features as he averted his gaze. It was just getting worse- He froze when she leaned in to finish the bandage. He pushed her away with a growl. "I got this!"

Her feathers puffed at his reaction. ”Okay then! Do it!”

He muttered to himself, fiddling with the bandage. However within seconds he somehow managed to unravel it. “Dammit.”

Cherie merely sighed, grabbing another bandage from her bag. “You are so helpless…” Quietly she wrapped it around right arm with a swift delicate touch. “There…”

He quickly snatched his arm away, rubbing the bandage. It felt foreign on him, chafing his fur the wrong way.

She slapped away his probing paw. “Stop touching it. You’ll only mess them up!” 

He rolled his eyes before his arms to prevent himself scratching at them. He didn’t really have the energy to be mad though he knew her intentions were in the right place. “Thanks…,” he muttered.

"What was that?" she asked mockingly, leaning close. 

"I’m not repeating myself!" he growled, drumming a claw impatiently against his arm. "Are you done here? I want to go to sleep." Though the thought of sleep was something he dread. 

"I can see you haven’t been sleeping…" she murmured, cocking her head to the side. "You can tell me what’s up…" 

"If our last conversation wasn’t clear enough, I can make it clear now. Go away," he said in a frigid tone. 

She threw her arms in the air suddenly, annoyed. “Argh! Why are you being so difficult!? Do you think that person you can yelling about will want you being all depressed?” She caught the merest flicker of his ears. “Everyone is worried about you…” He didn’t response, keeping his attention focused elsewhere. She sighed, disappointed her efforts went nowhere.

She dug through her bag again, pulling out a silver harmonica. She held out the small instrument in front of him, looking away. “Here. I got you something.” 

Ven glanced sideways to see the strange object in her grasp. Interest piqued, he took the object carefully, turning it over.

"It’s a Harmonica. I know err you been out of it but I know we give these out to patients to calm their nerves or improve breathing," she said nervously. She reached around to gesture at the small holes. "See, you blow hard here and make a sound."

He frowned at her closeness but his eyes were keenly on the instrument as he twirled it around. “Blow here…” He pressed it to his maw, enjoying the coolness of the metal for a brief moment. He blew into it harshly, producing a strange screeching sound. He flinched, ears folding back as he tossed the object on the bed, far away from him. “What the hell was that!?” His ears still rang from the horrible sound.

Cherie laughed at his displeasure, picking up the small instrument. “It’s not so bad really. Just keep trying at it okay. Remember… There are others who are worried about you. Think about that okay?” She set the object next to him before striding towards the door. She paused, paw on the doorknob. “Get better brother.” She quietly left, the door shutting silently behind her.

Ven moved his gaze to the Harmonica next to. He glared at it with contempt before picking it up in his grasp. He blew it in softer this time, amazed by the sound it produced. A small grin lit up his features as he played. This wasn’t a bad gift at all..

The Gift of Music
So I decided to put up important happening of my team that neglect to put up on here. So have some stuff.

Team App:
Just Art of my OCs mostly lol. I'm just simple
Maybe some of my friends as well... 
  • Listening to: Get Lucky
  • Reading: My stuff
  • Watching: Akame Ga Kill
  • Playing: Ni No Kuni
  • Eating: Chicken mmm
  • Drinking: Pepsi mmm


Date Joined:  11/30/2014

Current Funds: 0 St






Species:  Meowth

Nature: Jolly

-Characteristic:  Scatters Things Often

Gender:     Male                Age:  18

Ability: Pickup


Strength:  2                Agility: 4

Intelligence: 3              Charisma: 1+2


Total Points Left: 0/10

Type Bonus:  Normal -> Charisma (Normal -> Charisma)

Species : Meowth


Move 1: Hyper Voice

Move 2: Sing- Lulls enemies to sleep with a peaceful lullaby.

Move 3: Dream Eater-  Eats the dreams of those in slumber; regains some hp back from the devoured dreams (rarely uses this move)

Move 4: Pay Day- hurls a bunch of coins at his foes for a distraction or to pummel them with.



 Template Brown Broad Rim Hat

----Description: "I am rather attracted to this brown ragged hat. Despite that Furfrou's words, I kinda like it on my head." 


-Item 2



-Item 3




Species:  Natu    

Nature: Lonely 

-Characteristic: Often Lost in Thought

Gender: Female                    Age: Currently Unknown

Ability: Magic Bounce

Strength: 4                   Agility: 2+1
Intelligence:  3+1             Charisma: 1

Total Points Left: 0/10
Type Bonus: [Psychic/Flying] -> [Psychic -> +1 in Int / Flying -> 1+ Agil]

Move 1- Miracle Eye

Move 2- Ominous Wind

Move 3- Grass Knot 

Move 4- Future Sight


Red Template Gloves
----Description: "A simple precaution in case I must grab the feline to safety. I would not like to harm the cat from my talons. They tend to be quite sharp despite my daily trimmings." 

-Item 2

-Item 3

The skies above seemed turbulent, threatening to either rain or snow any second. The chilly weather seemed to have most indoors except for a few ice types who preferred this weather highly than the previous summer weather. The berry vendors were packing up their stock, shielding them for the coming ominous weather. A lone Meowth, however, sat upon on the outskirts of the Explorer's Building, his eyes filled with longing. How he wished to the gather the courage to simply stroll inside with a bolstering confidence to seek entrance into the amazing guild. But his legs merely quaked at the mere idea, at the thought of appearing like a fool to the leaders. He was considered himself weak. There was no way they would allow such a weak 'mon like himself!

'Casper. I thought you were going in this time...,' a soft voice ushered, the quiet words weaving their way through his mind. 

The feline, Casper, ears flickered up at the sound as he seek the words belonging to that soft voice. A voice he would recognize anywhere. A soft flutter beside him caused him to flinch as he saw a small Natu take up the spot beside him, crimson eyes looking at him expectantly. 

He sighed with relief, relaxing at the bird's presence. "Ashy! Don't scare me like that!" 

The Psychic type huffed at his words, turning away in a rather snooty fashion. 'I told you to no longer call me by that childish nickname,' she reprimanded in a harsh tone. 'It is Aislin. I will continue to repeat it till you understand.'

"I'm sorry Aislin," he said sheepish, truly apologetic. The name rolling off his tongue felt awkward to him but he said nothing about it, not wanting to annoy the bird any further. Though his expression soon became sullen at the thought of the guild. "I just think... I'm not ready," he murmured, ears folding back. 

'Not ready?' The bird suddenly took flight to flap in front of the feline's eyes, startling him. 'Casper. You have been ready since that day.' She saw the fine tremor run through him at her words but she continued nonetheless. 'Do not tell me you believe yourself not ready for such a thing. Bring up the courage to go inside. I am sure they will welcome you with open arms.'

"Will you come with me?" He asked quietly, keeping his eyes on the ground. For a moment there was a mere silence in his mind as she turned pensive yet he could see the surprise clear in her eyes. Soon the silence stretched too long for his liking causing him to start fiddling with his paws. Course I shouldn't have something! How stupid of you!

she started slowly. He stopped, straightening up, anticipating her next words. 'You know I-I-I' She stopped, trying to hide the embarrassment from the connection, the hesitant note in her words. 'Why do you need m-me?'

He opened his maw to explain but he paused as he saw a Servine make her way towards him. He immediately turned nervous, rubbing his paws together.

'Why are you so- Oh.' She perched herself on the bench to see the Servine as well, mere feet. 

"Hey... New, are you?" The Servine speaks with a hint of caution, but her tone is otherwise welcoming. "Hmm, stupid question. 'Course you are. Admittedly I'm not great with this meet and greet stuff, so how about exchanging names to start things off? You first."

"U-Uh my name is C-Casper," he stuttered, face flushing. 

"Hello Casper and who is that Natu next to you?"

"She's Aislin. N-Nice to meet you!" He said quickly, lowering his head with respect. He knew who she was. Teresa, one of the recruiters in the guild. Such an honor! 

Teresa relaxed slightly, folding her arms.  "Ahh, that's great. Yeah, when you said your name just then, it had that... that "zing". It means you're serious about this, yeah? As for me, my name's Teresa. I'm what you'd call a Guild Assistant, which makes me your Serperior."

Casper crackled a small smile at the small joke while Aislin stared at Servine rather strangely. 

'A strange one she is. I told you, you can fit in.'

She stared at you with a blank face for a moment, then giggled quietly. "You know, you don't have to be so polite. I don't really care about rank and file, but I do care about honesty. If I tell a joke and it sucks, feel free to roll your eyes." She extended one of her thin, green vines and nods, expecting a handshake even though she keeps her arms folded. "So what brings you here, anyway? You from out of town, or...?"

Casper reached out to grasp the small vine lightly to give a rather weak shake of his own. "I actually come for another area. Aislin, I have no idea." He was still curious where she came from but she never gave the information to him, rather secretive. 

Satisfied with your answer, Teresa gave a small nod, withdrawing her vine, "Cool, cool... Well, whatever the case, you've got a name in mind for your group, right? I didn't get a chance to check your papers, but I do want to get more familiar with our rookie members when I have the time. I'm kinda new to this whole assistant thing, honestly."

Casper bit down on his lower lip, hesitant. That was the one thing he hadn't thought of. The two females staring at him expectantly had him scrambling for an answer. "E-Er. D-Dreamy L-Legends?" Aislin appeared exasperated by her words but said nothing. 

A smile entered her narrow features as she listened to the name, though it's ambiguous as to whether she found it inspiring or amusing for other reasons. "There's that "zing" again. Feels good to know we've got Pokémon like you joining our Guild. I guess Cassidy wasn't exaggerating when he said the standouts just keep pouring in. Just don't get cocky - confidence is good, but overconfidence in a dungeon is a quick way to get yourself in trouble, along with everyone else in your party." She tapped the side of her snout, then clicks her tiny fingers as another question enters her mind. "Oh right, this is very important - why did you want to become an Explorer, hm? Just curious..."

"I w-wanna be s-strong! Be s-something important to this c-city!" He exclaimed with vigor, his eyes glistening with tears as he placed a paw over his chest. Aislin blinked, surprised by his sudden outburst and poise. 

She listens patiently to the explanation, but as soon as you're done with the tale, she immediately begins speaking again, her words leaving her mouth more rapidly and urgently than before. "I see you understand the people come first!  There's lots of food in the dungeons, and materials for clothing and medicine! When we go out and find that stuff, it means everyone here gets to have dinner. I mean, you know that, obviously, but just don't forget!"

"Course! I will make sure they get something to eat!" 

Teresa sways her leaf-adorned tail from side to side and taps her foot, momentarily distracted by her own thoughts, a wanting grin plastered across her face. When she snaps back to reality, she lifts her snout into the air and clears her throat. "N-not to sound standoffish, but what exactly do you do, anyway? What skills or talents do you have to offer the Guild? Everyone's good at something, I think."

He paused, his energy draining at her question. What could he offer up to plate? "I c-can help others r-relax? E-everyone needs a n-nice relaxation more?" He offered meekly. "O-Or maybe I can help c-carry stuff? Y-Yes I can!"

Even before you've finished properly answering, Teresa clicks her fingers and purses her lips, as if hearing that mythical zing yet again. "I can just feel it, you do what you do and do it with everything you've got. 'Cause in this guild, when a giver gives, then the giver gets... gotten... gets give-- eh, well you get what you give, or something. Whatever, it's written down on that big plaque in the hall. Just do your best and come see me if you need any help."

Sounding much more cheerful than when she'd first approached, she gives you a little wave and turns to immediately engage another group of recruits nearby, no doubt asking them similar questions. The life of a Guild Assistant must be a busy one.

Team Dreamy Legends - Written PMDU App

Certain Info will be done here. 

Casper the Meowth

Role: Partner 

Height: 3 ft 3 inches

Sexuality: ??

Appearance: A non-shiny Meowth in color.  He’s more slender and lean than the normal Meowth. Instead of the typical circular shaped head Meowths are known to have, he has more of a defined triangular shaped head. He averages around 3 feet which is taller than the average. He lacks whiskers on near the top of his head and his coin is broken at the top. His whiskers at the side seem to curl inward slightly at the end. His ears are sharper and thinner than a normal Meowth, with small dark brown ears tufts on the tips of them. Though his right ear seems to flop all the time except when he’s surprise/startled. His tail is always unfurled. His eyes are a separate color; his right eye a glacier blue while his left is amber. He has more of an elongated muzzle than your standard Meowth. Perhaps he’s near evolution? He has lots of fur on his chest, near the base of his neck, lighter than the rest of his fur.

Personality: Casper is a rather an easy-going feline. When he first meets new ‘mons, he tends to be a little skittish till he deems the other not a threat. When that has established, he’ll slide into a conversation quite easily, becoming quite talkative. He’s often caught humming some tune he created on the spot, showing his gentle, casual, rather chirpy behavior. Oddly, he can’t find it in himself to hate others even if they deserve it rightly so. His mother is an example. He’s not much of fighter… though more of a negotiator. He tries to avoid ALL possible confrontations if he can. Often using his Pay Day to distract and flee. Though that doesn’t work, he’ll plant a devastating Iron tail in the threat’s face. If he can though, he’ll try to soothe the hostilities there. His singing voice seems to have a soothing effect on those who listens, proving to be a helpful asset.

Extra Info
-He has a special ability that’s linked with his move Dream Eater. He isn’t fond of this ability so much…

-He gets slightly skittish around intimidating, authority figures.

-He NEVERS talks about his broken coin.

-He has NEVER eaten Meat before. He finds the thought of actually eating meat deplorable but his instincts wants him to touch it… Just once.

-Favors sweet and sour food

-When nervous, his tail curls up to its natural form

Aislin the Natu

Role: Leader

Height: 2 ft

Sexuality: ??

Appearance: Questionable at this time.

Personality: A silent, resilent bird who spends her time pondering about life a tad much. She doesn't like to say much to others, rather keeping to herself often times. If she must talk, she would rather do via telepathy with Casper and have him speak for him. Till she becomes comfortable with others, she would rather stay away from the fray by becoming lost in thought. She keeps this distance because she is rather sensitive to volatile emotions due to her developed psychic abilities. If not well controlled, it bothers her immensely. She seems to hover around happy pleasant thoughts as they keep her uplifted and happy herself.




I am a young majestic Lion now. Fear mah plox
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    “Here we are!” Adabel cheered. She clasped her hooves together as she proudly showed the building. She eagerly waited for her son's response. She desperately wanted him to approve of her design. She sighed longingly. She reminisced on the old days. It seemed like only yesterday when he was only a little babe, huddling closely to her for her warmth. She would hold him tightly and sing a peaceful lullaby for him to sleep. He would be out for ages and she would happily continue because she simply loved to do so.           

    Brutus was lost for words as he analyzed the building. Her design was that of an old western theme. Something he was familiar with. A sudden memory of scorching heat and desert came to mind as he stared. “You styled it after home… I remember the dunes we use to cross together and the homes in the area…,” he replied slowly with an undercurrent.

            “Yes! I’m so glad to be out of that harsh desert! The lush green fields here are such an enjoyable fresh change!"

            “How did you get here? You know the dungeon route to get here was quite dangerous,” he muttered with worry. The dungeon was truly treacherous to traverse through, filled with Pokemon who roamed through hidden crevices to prey on the weak.

            She only gave a small giggle at his worry and patted his afro. “Don’t fret dear. Your mother can handle herself through even the worst of troubles. Who use to beat down those kids, when they use to pick on you when you were little? Certainly not your father!” She puffed out her cheeks before she huffed. “Your father always wanted you to fend for yourself without any help. I knew better!” She unknowingly began to caress his afro, trying to put it in some order.

            Brutus slightly grew agitated over the mention of his father, a furrowed brow each time the word was uttered. 

             “So what’s the name of your place?” Ven tossed out there as he noted his partner's signs. 

            “Why it’s Moo Groove Parlor! The place where you can get your groove on and enjoy our hearty milkshakes!” She said with enthusiasm and a wink.

            Ven covered his mouth to stifle a laugh. She can’t be serious right? Just the name had him near hysterics. Even when Brutus glared, he couldn’t keep that smug, amused smirk off his face. “That’s a… quite a lovely name,” Ven coughed, his eyes danced.

            Adabel cocked her head to the side, slightly confused by his behavior. 

    Brutus frowned at his partner’s amusement. He seemed to had enjoyed some private joke. “Excuse him. He is a little crazy in the head. Perhaps I did not knock enough sense into him before…,” he murmured slowly, a glint in his eyes.

    Ven shuddered at the tone. He turned skittish, a dew of sweat on his forehead. “Easy! It was nothing bad! I actually l-l-l-like the name,” he stuttered. He appeared pained when he said the word. The name was absolutely absurd to him but he did not want to be on the receiving end of a Head Charge later on today. Pick and choose your battles, he chanted.

    “Why thank you!” She went to hug him once more but he swiftly hid behind his partner, his lips curled up into a snarl. She merely giggled at his reaction and opened the wooden doors for them. “Why don’t you two come inside? I have the younger crowd inside right now. I’m sure you guys can mingle well,” she whispered.

    Ven’s curiosity died the second she mentioned a crowd. “I don’t have the taste to go in-.” A swift glare from Brutus had him silent. He recognized the glare. He gave a scowl not bothered to finish the sentence. He’d find some way to avoid the crowd. He lifted up his hood, his brooded crimson eyes turned dull. 

    She gave a scoff, “Don’t be so dramatic! Perhaps you two can find the love of your life in here! Who knows?” She urged them inside with a shove, the doors shut with a sense of finality behind them.

    Ven expected a  crowd like she mentioned, only to see a few inside. They murmured among themselves in their booths. Some look up at their entrance but quickly went back to their business. This was it? He only counted…10…11…12...13..14. Around 15 in the establishment. Judged by the size, he guessed it was a crowd though the large space for dancing was quite empty. “I see no one getting their groove on in here…,” he muttered.

    Adabel’s sharp hearing heard the Weavile’s comment as she busily went to the counter to whip up something for her special guests. “It’s only daytime silly. No one dances till the night. I have this awesome musician who comes to play.”

    Awesome? Ven quirked an eyebrow. She seemed to be a little too old to be saying such things. It seemed so awkward. Though his attention was soon caught by some snickering in a corner.

    “Do you see those tails feathers?” A Lombre murmured.

    “Yeah they’re so fluffy… That can’t possibly be a Weavile!” his partner, a female Braixen uttered.

    “It must be though! Look at those claws! It must be a female! It’s the only explanation!”

    Ven’s vision became clouded with red as he clutched his claws into fist. 

    The conversation came to an abrupt end, the sound of a fist slammed down on the gossipers table. The Lombre and Braixen backed away. A Blaziken merely stared at the two, eyes a blaze. “Gossip is not a nice thing to do. I believe that is a male you’re talking about there and I bet he can hear everything you say,” he murmured to the two in a lethal tone. Then his tone lowered even more to say, “I heard Weavile hunt down their prey in packs. Maybe he’ll get his pack mates to track you and have you for dinner.”

    “AHHH!!” The duo quickly leapt out of their seats and knelt in front of Ven’s feet. “PLEASE DON’T GET YOUR FRIENDS TO EAT US! WE’RE SORRY!”

    This was absolutely humiliating for the two… And Ven savored each and every second of it as they groveled before him, begging for forgiveness. He gave a yawn when he had enough of, rubbed a claw lazily against his cape and examine its sheen. “Yeah yeah. I won’t get my pack mates to eat you guys. Get the hell out of here before I change my mind.”

    The duo quickly said their thanks and immediately fled from the scene. The Blaziken gave a hearty laugh as he watched the two leave. “Ah. I don’t believe I had a good laugh like that in ages. I’m glad I could be of assistance however.”

    Ven rolled his eyes. “Not like I needed your help in the first place,” he grumbled. He had a plan to scare the crap out of those brats but they’re traumatized enough at this point.

    The Blaziken chuckled. “That may be so but it seemed like you enjoyed my method.”

    Begrudgingly, he admitted  the Blaziken’s method was more amusing than what he had in mind but he wasn’t going to openly say to it. Meanwhile he expected Brutus to say something but he noticed him having a quiet conversation with Adabel. Probably some stupid family issues… Glad I don’t have these problems…, he thought. The Blaziken’s face suddenly appeared in his vision, quite close.  He sprang back with a hiss. “Ever heard of fucking personal space!?”

    The Blaziken held his arms up in defense. “Sorry. Something caught my eye… You have a marking do you not?”

    Course the fowl would see it. “What’s it to you? It could be a tattoo for all you know,” he spat, defensive.

    The Blaziken scoffed. “I doubt that marking could be etched into your very skin. It’s very special…,” he said quietly.

    Special? Wary, he lowered his hood. Though for the first time, Ven took in the Blaziken’s appearance. The Blaziken was quite tall… Taller than him by two feet. The Blaziken had to kneel down to his level to get a good look. His V shape hair seemed ridged, worn. He also had a lot of faded battle scars. A strange marking similar to his was under his right eye as well. There was no way they could have same exact marking, in the same exact position.

    His fears were confirmed when the Blaziken sucked in a sharp breath, eyes slightly widened with some emotion he didn’t understand. Sadness? Surprise? He had no idea as the Blaziken stepped back.

    “So it is true… I thought you were lost… But here you are…”


    “Dad! The milkshakes here are great! We should come here more often!” A feminine voice cheered. A Combusken rushed her way to the Blaziken’s side, hugging his leg. She was quite small, smaller than normal for her species. She sported an abnormal feathery scruff around her neck also slightly more fluffy than the other of her species.

    “That’s great, Cherie. Can you quiet down for a second?” he said sternly, focusing his attention on the Weavile. Cherie gave a small pout but said nothing, curious about the Weavile. It must be true. The marking was the exact same as his own. But to end up in this city… He was choking on the emotions bubbling inside. “I can’t believe it… My son…”

    Ven went still inside. Son? That can’t be right… He only remembered small glimpses of his mother when he was a mere infant… When she left him…  He closed his eyes, valiantly trying to rein in his anger raging inside.  “Where is she then…”

    The Blaziken obviously knew what he meant. He turned solemn yet his eyes conveyed a different story, filled with pain, agony. “Your mother… She passed away after having Cherie…” He remembered clearly that day… How she would say her precious son was still alive when he had all but given up hope.

    Ven’s eyes narrowed on the girl. A daughter… A sister. Instead of feeling delight for her existence, he only felt scorn. She was a damn replacement to him. His eyes stared at her with such chilling animosity that it caused her to flinch and hide behind the Blaziken, trembling. “So you guys abandoned me… There was no search… Then I hear you have…” He pointed sharply at the Combusken. “You have this thing to replace me!”

    The Blaziken bristled at his words, covering Cherie’s ears. “You have no right… Your mother went out searching for food. There was a blizzard going on and she couldn’t risk being you out in the storm! No one could have known you would have gotten missing!”

    “This sounds like a bunch of bullshit to me! I doubt very much you’re my father!”

    “The mark doesn’t lie. Anyone in my lineage has the mark when they reach the final stage. No one else has it. It’s truly…unique.”

    “Unique!?” Ven skimmed the mark with a crazed look in his eyes. “Seems like a curse to me! Only one way to rid oneself of a curse! RIP IT OFF!” He poised a deadly claw above the marking beyond the point of caring.

    Cherie grabbed on his arm, tears in her eyes. “Don’t do that! Why would you hurt yourself over something so stupid!?”

    Stupid!? His pupils shrank to mere dots as he attempted to shake her off. Though her tears affected him to a point he was slightly lenient with the act. “Dammit! Get off of me! What the hell would you know anyway!?” He barked. His face twisted into a sneer, “You had your parents! While you had a nice doting family to love and look after you, I was stuck in a frozen wasteland with a bunch of twisted Sneasel pack mates trying to fend for myself each and every day!” With a final shake, she fell to the floor with a thud as she shuddered at his harsh tone. Something inside him knew he was pushing it but his seething rage would not relent.

    Suddenly the earth began to tremble beneath him, his anger lessening to replace with confusion. He glanced at the source, Brutus giving a meaningful look at him with Adabel gawking beside him. He hardly noticed the spectators who bore faces of apprehension. He was slightly embarrassed that he had an outburst in public but he hid it well as he jabbed a claw in the Blaziken’s direction. “Stay the hell away from me.” He looked down at the petite fowl before him. “That includes you too.” He lifted his head to mask his appearance as he stormed out without a word.

    Adabel wanted to go after him but Brutus merely placed a hoof in front of her. “Just leave him be. I doubt he will do anything foolish without facing repercussions,” he stated. Inwardly, he was slightly concerned. Ven was a loose cannon waiting for his fuse to be blown.

    “Maybe you should go after him. You’re probably the only one he trusts right?”

    I do not know the answer to that… He quietly observed the Blaziken console his daughter. What were the odds that he would meet a family member today? He heaved a sigh. He must always remember the odds are always stacked against him.




Midnight Travelers: Family Matters Part 2
And here's part 2. Yeah part 2... it'll give you a run for your money.
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??? the Blaziken belongs to me
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Maybe some of my friends as well... 
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WolfpackDragonfly Featured By Owner Nov 3, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for the watch!  :D  I assume you caught wind of me from Mia's commissions?
NekoNay Featured By Owner Nov 3, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Well that and I seen you sometime ago. Been meaning to add but I forgot lol.
WolfpackDragonfly Featured By Owner Nov 3, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
XD  Well, now you've got me, so here's hoping that I can entertain you.
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Mhm x3
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I has been FOUND :3 ELLO 
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:3 friennnnnnnnnnnnnnnd.
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ELLO FREUND! I hope you enjoy my boring writing and page and what not 8) 
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