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Midnight Travelers: Family Matters Part 1

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            “Excuse me!” a feminine voice called. 

            Ven glanced down with a lazy eye at the voice who called for him. Again they believe can talk to me anytime…, he thought with disdain. This time it was a Miltank, someone he had never seen before. She held a basket full of bread and apples. She had a jingling golden cow bell wrapped around her.  But it piqued his interest. He closed his eyes and waved her away. He was still tired and it was daytime.

            The Miltank huffed as the Weavile told her off. The nerve! She placed her hooves on her hips as she devised a way to get him down.  “Hey! You have seen a Bouffalant around here!?” She shouted vigorously.

            His ears twitched. A Bouffalant? She could be only talking about one person…  “I ain’t deaf cow! Sheesh!”

            Her cheeks puffed up at his words and attitude. Such a rude man! Just as she reached for the tree to give him a piece of her mind, he leapt out of the spot, landing with ease in front of her. He folded his arms; his eyebrow twitched. She gave a soft whistle under her breath before regaining her composure to jab her hoof defiantly at him. “You sir are quite rude! This is not how you your elders young man!”

            He batted her hoof away, lips peeling back into a snarl, “I don’t know who you think you are, old cow, but you will not touch me!”

            She gave a delicate scoff and reached up to stretch his mouth side to side. She gave a ‘tsk’ at his fangs not the least bit frightened by his intimidating show. “You don’t frighten me!"  "I dealt with Salamences in my day!" She said. "You don’t even compare to them!” She gave another scoff, tapping his cheeks as she backed off before he could swat her hooves away.

            Her actions baffled him. Never has a female been so forward and touched him, not fear the consequences. He was use to who females outright avoided him or simply shy away from his flippant attitude.  There was one actually as he pondered but he hadn’t spoken to her in a while. Her personality drove him up the wall. He switched tactics; his face void of emotions. “I saw a Bouffalant around these parts. No idea if that is who you-,”

            She gathered him in a tight hug, lifting him in the air with ease. “Oh you have!? Tell me! I must see him! I have to see him! He hasn’t sent me any letters so I’m a worried!” She unknowingly increased the pressure of her squeeze.  Air was hardly passing through his lungs from the intense pressure. He began panting for air, turning a strange shade of blue. “Damn! Let’s go, cow!” he gasped out as he tried to escape from her hold.

            “Oh!” She quickly released him, watching concernedly he gasped for air, digging his claws in the ground to remain in place. “I apologize! I’m afraid I don’t know my own strength at times!” This wasn’t the first time she gave someone a too tight of hug. Some even going to Cotton Guard at times. They were just too cute for their own good or she was rather too eccentric during the hug.

            Ven groped his chest as he tried to regain his breath. He glared. “Severe…understatement…cow,” he heaved between breaths.

            She puffed her cheeks once more as she helped him on his feet. “You need to stop calling me ‘cow’. I have a name. You don’t see me calling you 'weasel face'. My name is Adabel.”

              This time he allowed her to touch him without a fuss. Fighting it only made it worse. He gave a long sigh, “Ven… It’s Ven. Why are you seeking this Bouffalant? Perhaps he doesn’t want to be found.” He believed it was Brutus she sought out but some innate self-preservation inside did not want to rat out his partner to this rather jolly Miltank.

            She clasped her hooves together, eyes sparkling. “Why he’s my son of course! He hasn’t spoken to me in years! My poor baby boy! He must have forgotten to contact me within the years ever since he joined the Royal Guard! I’m so proud of him ,you see,” she rambled with a bubbly tone.

            He shied away from her excited personality. It was a little…overwhelming.  But curiosity was getting the better of him. Baby boy? She was his mother? He looked at her with scrutiny. She was the complete opposite of him. There was plenty he questioned in life and this would be one of those he would always dwell on. “Does he go by the name Brutus?”

            “Yes!!!” She cheered as she felt the sudden urge to hug the Weavile again. She had to refrain herself from touching him as she saw the obvious distaste in his expression. “So you have seen my darling boy! What is his like? Is he still in the Royal Guard? Hopefully keeping out of trouble like I asked in my letter,” she mused as she gazed thoughtfully in the sky.

            Ven said nothing as she babbled on. It must have been a few years since Brutus had spoken to her if she believed he was still in the Guard. And I am partially the blame for it… It was nothing Ven felt proud of. A rare moment he lost control. He clenched his claws tightly into fists. It was something he hoped to rectify soon. His ears twitched once more as he heard the familiar clacking of hooves. The noise was distinct in his brain. He didn’t dare turn to look when a shadow loomed over his figure. He already knew who it was and it took effort not to shudder.

            “Brutus!!” Adabel rushed over and wrapped her arms around his neck.

            “Mother?” said Brutus, completely shocked. She snuggled close in his fur. He glanced over glare at Ven who only shrugged helplessly. “What are you doing here, mother? I had not expected you to visit.”

            “Shush now! I only came because you never sent me a letter back. Oh dear! What happened to you?!” She gasped, hooves pressed to her mouth as she took a step back to take in her son’s appearance. She was horrified by the broken horn and scar over his eye. With a trembling hoof, she ran it over the broken horn, tears in her eyes. “My poor son… What happened…?,” she murmured as she moved to skim the light scar. “What would your father say if he sa-,”

            “MOTHER!” Brutus thundered, his expression livid.

            She flinched, her ears drooped as she cowered, biting her lip. Even Ven flinched somewhat at his booming voice. He never heard Brutus become this loud before. 

            Brutus reined in his anger as he tried to dispel the turbulent thoughts in his minds, his forehead wrinkled. He shut his eyes as he exhaled deeply. “I apologize. I snapped when I really should not have. It was rude of me. I should have kept in contact like I promise and for that I also apologize for.”

            Adabel began to fret as she looked down, rubbing her hooves together. “Oh no dear! I came here unannounced. I just needed to check on you. Motherly instincts die hard.” She gave a weak chuckle.  She perked up, ears erect. “Are you still in the Royal Guard?”

            He gave a slow shake of the head, his expression solemn. “No. I am in the Hunter Guild now.” It pained him to disappoint his mother.

            Her ears drooped again, eyes worried. “Was it because of the…injuries? I hope they did not pick on you because of them.” Ven gritted his teeth at her words and he turned away.

            Brutus noticed but said nothing, his attention on his mother. “No. I left for my own reasons. No one picked on me or anything of the sort. It was my decision to leave,” he stated, emphasizing the latter.

            “I see…,” she murmured under her breath. She made a discrete glance toward Ven, noting his sudden tense posture.  She lightened up, tail wagging slightly. “Dear. Do you know this Weavile?”

            “I do in fact. He is my partner.”

            Ven hid his surprise when Brutus uttered those words. Ven expected Brutus to claim no relations to him for the sake of appearance. 

            She assessed the Weavile, eyes narrowed with suspicion. “A partner?! He was so rude to me before! I don’t think he’s a suitable partner for you, dearie!”

            That much he believed was true but due to his deal. “I chose him as a partner. I hope through my endeavor that my personality will rub off on his unsatisfactory character.”

            Ven gave him sharp look. As if that will ever happen, he thought. 

            Adabel seemed pleased by his word as she beamed with pride and smiled widely. “You’re such a role model. I’m sure you can whip him into shape in no time! Dearie. I want to show you to my new Parlor!” She saw the duo faces’ wrinkle with something akin to fear. “Don’t worry! Your little friend can join us as well!” She chimed, already trotting ahead towards the city.

            The duo stared at each other in silence before switching their gaze to the eccentric cow.

            “So your mom…” Ven started, breaking the awkward silence.

            “What about her?” Brutus growled, daring him to utter nasty words.

            Ven gave a shrug. “She’s rather chirpy… and touchy… It’s gross.” He couldn’t come up with something witty to say for once. Adabel was in a whole different class.

            Brutus sighed. “Yes. She is. I would not have her any other way however,” he murmured with a light smile.

            “So sweet. Baby boy,” Ven whispered with a saucy grin. His words earned him a slap on the back of his head but it was worth it.

           


Oh yeah. Mama cow. Lovin it.
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