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PostSubject: Dark business in Shadowhue   Wed Feb 07, 2018 7:01 pm

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Yigo was returning from the Blacktooth Kingdom with a brand new item that would help him become more powerful. His stained and ragged Stamina Band, a scar that went from his eye to his nose and a bag hanging from his belt full of goodies were proof of his adventures. Grassveil was barely in his reach since he just needed to get past Shadowhue forest to arrive there. A nice relaxing day at that town was something he´d certainly use, perhaps hanging with certain Skitty or Jigglypuff while at it.

Yigo decided to get the main route, following the signs that he could now read thanks to some studying. It would be nice to avoid getting into trouble now that he was about to finish his journey. Now that he didn´t have to worry about wild pokemon, the sandshrew could enjoy the peace and the warm breeze that accompanied him. The darkness could get a bit annoying at times but, with senses as fine as his, there was no way that anything would be able to catch him by surprise. At least, that´s what he was thinking when he was about to enter a specially thick grove where barely anything could be seen; after all, if it was on the main road, it couldn´t be so bad.

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PostSubject: Re: Dark business in Shadowhue   Sat Feb 10, 2018 8:49 pm

Being merely amused by the skirmish he had found himself in, Deimos was rather amused by the quick reactions of the Fennekin upon witnessing the Paras's actions. Conquering ones fears and doing what one could happened to be an act the white furred Pokemon respected, even if it was merely a defensive action. The Absol quickly moved to the left as the first set of spores was neutralised.

Of course, the Fennekin's actions had come at a price of drawing attention from the sole airborne entity amidst hostile ranks. Recognizing that holding position would be a critically poor error in judgement, Deimos swiftly moved away from the Fennekin and Paras. No immediate means of shielding her came to mind without a potential incapacitating injury. Instead, he had merely intended to focus upon the evolved first.

The neccesity of doing so however ceased upon it's recievement of what looked to be quite the nasty impact. Though Deimos didn't flinch at the sight, he most certainly recognized that such a collision must have been brutally painful. The imprint of two grounded individuals upon the earth, detected by his senses, gave him all the information he needed. Good shot, kid.

With the, in his opinion, largest threat dealt with, his focused turned to the troublesome Paras. His intent was immediate removal of the target, one way or another. He understood that it would have now became the most troublesome adversary, considering what he could only presume to be laziness on the third hostiles part. This left him with a simple connundrum, the safest way to attack the target.

Keeping his distance felt like a viable option which Stone Edge would be effective for, however he felt it would be too innacurate to deal with such a small target. Future sight would take far too long. Merely one option remained, Shadow claw. Glancing down to his paws for a moment, he noticed that the spectral claw's he invoked prior had reduced themselves to slightly below normal proportions. The lack of cutting area at first felt problematic.

Having returned to slow strafing of the target, he upon running scenarios, found the smaller claws to perhaps be an advantage. Less mass meant potentially faster velocity. Faster velocity meant more power, suitable for taking down an annoying target. Though the lesser cutting area at first felt like a problem, he realised that more mass would have likely caused over swing, putting him off balance and vulnerable. Such short claws felt more apt in the thrust, from which he could theoretically recover faster.

With such thoughts in mind, he shifted from his slow gait to a sudden running charge towards the Paras, seemingly with little concern for safety. Once again, he was trying to distract and trick his foe, having wanted to instill the image of a wide scathing slash, just like his prior strikes. At the last moment of his charge, he quickly turned, thrusting his paw and spectral claws forward, intending to put the power of full body rotation and the accompanying velocity into play.

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PostSubject: Re: Dark business in Shadowhue   Sun Feb 11, 2018 3:35 am

The instant Tina had returned to the ground, she regretted her own actions completely. Feeling a familiar presence overhead, the small Fennekin lurched back to her feet weakly, spinning around just in time to see a hail of poisonous silver wind raining down on her. Deimos had used her intervention to gain some distance, but the poor fire-type was trapped now. There was nothing else she could do but summon another Magic Coat with every last ounce of her strength.

With a weak, pulsing flicker her fur began to glow again, her body trembling under the strain as she conjured a faltering, spherical shield to block the poison. Only to be struck repeatedly by the Silver Wind that was unaffected by it. Tiny shards in the wind bit at her flesh, opening up small, fine cuts all over her body, sapping her remaining strength even faster.

By the time Yigo in his spinning dirt-ball of doom had arrived, Tina was nearly dead on her feet. Her shield had only begun to flicker more and more, shrinking and gradually fading just moments before the Sandshrew took flight with his inexplicably effective Rollout. The instant he struck the offending Venomoth, the Fennekin's barrier vanished and she dropped to the ground unconscious as what remained of the poisonous cloud descended upon her.

Nearby, the Paras had only just finally gotten back onto his feet after a failed landing thanks to that sorry excuse for a Pokemon they'd nick-named Tiny. Once he'd rolled over, the bug-type jumped away from the Absol that was strafing around him again. He recognized the tactic, and expected another Shadow Claw was about to be deployed; in his direction this time. Of course, the Paras knew he wouldn't survive a direct hit, not even without its previously intimidating perks.

So as Deimos circled around him, the bug gradually retreated to within feet of the downed Fennekin. He had a most devious plan, provided he could execute it in time. The Absol was moving quite quickly, and was obviously the faster of the two, but the Paras kept a close eye on his movements, waiting for that instant that he moved forward. This was bad, though. Without his air support, he could only rely on the laziest of the Slakoth brothers, and he still hadn't shown his ugly mug yet.

"Get down here, you fool! I need your help!" he barked at the forest around him.

What he actually got in response was an eerie silence though. Half the forest around them seemed to have gone dead quiet, actually. Following the tree slamming into the ground, and the cannonball of dirt that accompanied it, it appeared as though nature was momentarily stunned. The shock-wave from the blast alone had scared off every Pokemon that could fly. However, in the air of stillness that remained were the rapid footfalls of Deimos as his strafing suddenly became a forward assault.

The Paras wasn't about to get distracted by thoughts of fancy, though. In fact, the instant he saw the Absol's position shift, he was reaching for Tina. He knew he had to be as fast as possible, or risk blowing the timing, but even as swiftly as he'd yanked the unconscious fox into the path of Deimos' deadly strike, he still wasn't quick enough. He got her in front of him, however the Absol's paw managed to slip passed.

Deimos' Shadow Claw grazed Tina's side, singing the hairs with its raw, dark energy, before slamming into the Paras' shell like intended. Though his carapace withstood the blow, it cracked painfully and launched the bug spinning end over end until he came to a stop on his back. Seconds after his mushrooms, which had been torn off in the tumble, dropped to the ground beside him. As they attempted to settle though, they continued to twitch and bounce instead.

It was then and only then that the Slakoth, looking quite sheepish, finally appeared. He'd been more than a little embarrassed that his earlier plan had backfired so utterly on account of his laziness, so he was ready now to show he could be effective too. He came swinging from the nearest tree, landing in a clear patch where he had a full view of everyone. Standing up, he flexed his muscles and put on a serious face.

"Aah... sorry Boss," he apologized to the Paras, who was splayed out on his back, too dizzy and sore to move, "I'll do better this time, you'll see! This time it's just me and you, one-on-one. Hardly seems like a fair... fight...?"

As he was speaking the ground began to rumble with the distant, but fast approaching thumping of many frantic feet. Unfortunately, even if the Slakoth hadn't been a naturally slow-moving Pokemon, he still wouldn't have been able to escape as, suddenly, a stampede of Stantler tore through the underbrush, baying in a loud panic and charging through the clearing. Spooked by the earlier disturbance, they saw nothing in their way, not even the shocked Slakoth they pummeled into the dirt, or the remaining Pokemon they were about to trample. Instead, they stomped everything in their path mercilessly, stopping only long enough to leap over the fallen tree that barred their path.

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PostSubject: Re: Dark business in Shadowhue   Sun Feb 11, 2018 7:47 pm

Deimos has continued to follow through with his offensive until the blow struck. He had of course done his best to avoid potentially harming the Fennekin but the Paras's trying to use it as a shield felt somewhat too close for comfort. Damaging ones own temporary allies didn't happen to be something Deimos had either intended or wanted.

Though his thrust struck as a glancing blow, he recognized gladly that it seemed to Incapacitate the target. Bringing his movement to a halt, he felt the momentum near tip him over for a moment before he regained his full composure. The short Spectral claws vanished soon enough, leaving little visible trace of the damage they had wrought apart from the downed Paras. Quick and clean, just as he liked.

From his newly acquired standing position, Deimos began to glance around. Something felt off, incredibly so. Despite having a natural prefference to quiet locales, the eerie silence permeating through the area metaphorically put his hairs on end. Despite lacking an understanding of what to come, he felt only an unexplained dread.

Calmly closing his eyes and focusing as the Slakoth descended, his mind cleared and panic flashed through it. This stillness, this peculiar sense of dread, he recognized it now. Where as the Slakoth began to talk, Deimos quickly ran over to the downed Fennekin, carefully lifting her by the waist area with his jaw. The lack of actual hands didn't leave him with much other choice. A faint metallic taste amidst her fur disturbed him somewhat, though he intended to do his best to ignore it.

He could hear them audibly coming now, quickly and in force. This dread, felt exactly like the landslide incident. He had no intent to let such an event repeat, to just leave innocents to be crushed. With the Fennekin firmly held by his jaw, he turned and ran at full speed towards where Yigo crashed prior.

Swiftly arriving to the Sandshrew and the downed body of the Venomoth, he quickly tried to roll the Sandshrew over. Fuelled by a sense of urgency, he effectively threw caution to the wind, rolling up the Sandshrew into the ball like form it had taken earlier. With his frontal left paw, he smacked it forwards, sending it off south into the brush.

Glancing back, he witnessed the Slakoth now getting trampled, no time for playing it safe. The Absol sprinted after Yigo, heading through the brush and charging south. Each time he reached the Sandshrew, he quickly hit it as he ran to keep it moving ahead. He didn't care in the slightest if such hits hurt. It would be far better than being trampled to death.

Six cases of hitting the Sandshrew forward later, Deimos stopped running, slowing down into a walking pace. It had seemed that his quick action had at the very least brought them away from the stampede. Whereas before he had struck the Sandshrew to move it quickly, he merely gently pushed it forwards his paws now. If he had caused Trauma, he would have preferred not to make it worse.

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PostSubject: Re: Dark business in Shadowhue   Thu Feb 15, 2018 8:31 pm

A dark mantle had fallen over the sandshrew. Yigo was laid down at the small crater and among the debris of gravel and dirt, unconscious and out of the battle entirely. He had suffered much damage just from the mind shock alone but, at least, it was over for him... until he was kicked out of the way and rolled on forward once... and twice... and thrice... many times.

Provoked or not, those taps made any strength that Yigo recovered get lost in pain as soon as the absol´s paw hit the back hard skin of the ground type. The last poke got to the back of his head but this one was more subtle. It wasn´t forceful, it was gentle as if was trying to wake Yigo up from a deep slumber.

At first, it was hard for him to recognise his own state. Yigo unawarely tried to maintain his unconsciousness as if someone was trying to wake him up from a deep sleep in the morning. He didn´t want that! He had already done what he had to do and he was tired. His legs stretched reactively at the absol´s actions, signalling that he was slowly but surely recovering if he kept it up. Upon further motions, the ground type started to produce some awkward noises, starting with some moaning followed by some crying and mumbling. His eyesight was covered by an infinite amount of small dark dots that blocked any light. His mouth tasted of metal and any move that he did produced small cracking sounds on his back. He exhaled with difficulties, often accompanied by the now common remnants of pain. Eventually, those started to become grunts that became somewhat understandable.

"I-Is... s-safe?"

At that pace, he will need more time to recover. Hopefully, a berry bush nearby had some mature Sitrus berries. Those would be really helpful if somehow they made it to Yigo.

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PostSubject: Re: Dark business in Shadowhue   Fri Feb 16, 2018 8:14 pm

In her final moments of consciousness, Tina had been convinced of their impending loss, so it came as no surprise that she was tormented with nightmares after fainting. Terrible visions of her failure, of torment and pain that felt so vivid as to be indistinguishable from reality. She imagined horrifying things, inspired by the very real atrocities she'd actually witnessed during her captivity. Such awful things that those Pokemon who were beaten to within an inch of their lives, were the lucky ones.

Comparatively, the Fennekin had had it easy. Her only responsibility had been to find valuable items. But that singular act alone had led to numerous deaths. And the promise that hers would one day follow had been a persistent reminder of why she needed to keep fighting; to maintain the hope that she could escape before that fateful time came. It had kept her alive, kept her inner spark burning brightly, despite the mistreatment and cruelty.

It was that burning desire to survive that fueled her stubbornness, even in the face of bold threats on her life. At least up until her captors had begun to lose interest. Only then did their reminders that they intended to kill and eat her, begin to take a significantly more sinister turn. In the final days before her last escape attempt, preparations had begun for some manner of ritual. And though her kidnappers were tight-lipped about it, Tina had gotten the sinking feeling it was intended for her.

That feeling had yet to go away, either. In fact, it had haunted her dreams so terribly that it spurred her to move up the time-table for her escape. Before she'd have to discover what they were planning to do. Even now it still nagged at the Fennekin, adding an extra malevolent focus to her unconscious fears. It became so unbearable in fact, that the poor Pokemon was roused by her own terror.

As she gradually awoke, Tina first became aware of a warm, moist pressure around her midriff. Her limp head and paws bounced and swayed with hints of movement, as a gentle breeze seemed to indicate. Her head throbbed in tandem with her body, which stung as a result of the many fine cuts in her skin. But what disturbed her most about these new sensations, were the distinct focal points of discomfort, where someone's teeth clung to her flesh.

Her first conscious thought was to assume they'd lost. And based on that, her second thought made the leap that she was being carried back to her tormentors' lair; back to whatever fate they had in store for her. Those were the only rational observations she could make before hysteria enveloped her, but it was all she needed to summon the last few scraps of her strength.

”N... not... dead...” she croaked softly, her throat dry and scratchy. She swallowed to moisten it, but it didn't make speaking any easier: “I'm... not dead... not... no... Let me... go...!”

As her faculties gradually returned to her, she became more aware of her current predicament. However, it was only when she realized what the source of all the bizarre sensations around he waist was, that her heart suddenly leapt into her throat. She was be carried in someone's mouth! And that only seemed to confirm every fearful suspicion she could muster. They'd lost... all of them. And they were being taken back to that sadistic cult of Pokemon.

Tina didn't need to give it another thought. She screamed as loudly as she could, throwing every ounce of her depleted energy into thrashing and kicking wildly in Deimos' mouth. Much like Yigo, her vision was mottled with spots to the point she could barely see where she was, let alone who was holding her. And all of her other senses were overwhelmed by terror. All she could do was flail and shriek until the Pokemon holding her had no choice but to drop her.

Once he did, though, the tiny Fennekin hit the ground with a plop, struggling for several agonizing seconds before she could get her feet under her. Then she scrambled backwards a couple feet, wobbling weakly on her little legs as she turned on her carrier in accusation. Her strength was fleeting, but she managed to summon enough heat energy to make her ears sizzle as she squinted blearily at the Absol before her.

”Y... you...! You were... gonna eat me!?” she snapped at him in disbelief. ”You... you are working for them, aren't you? J-j-just stay away from... me...!”

Even as she insinuated the Absol was in collusion with her attackers, the weakened, delirious Pokemon was beginning to lose her remaining strength rapidly. Her legs suddenly buckled beneath her, one by one. Then her head plopped onto the ground, but she continued to glare at Deimos in her confused state.

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PostSubject: Re: Dark business in Shadowhue   Yesterday at 12:01 am

Deimos's already slow pace had soon slowed to a stop, relying on his instincts for guidance in his current predicament. Due to the prior stampede and visual confirmation of the third target being trampled, this felt far enough away to pause and take some time to clear his mind and re-evaluate the situation.

To Deimos, he reckoned that they'd have at least a moment of safety to check the injured and himself for wounds. Though he had admittedly gotten out of the fight with minimal harm suffered, his frontal, right paw felt sore after repeatedly hitting the Sandshrew forward in such a rush. It wasn't incapacitating or anything of the sort, though he kept note of it regardless. As far as he could tell neither of the two he had, by neccessity, swiftly evacuated prior had perished, which was a great start considering how the battle had resolved. Not being dead meant that with some luck they might be back on their feet soon enough, he hoped.

His quiet evaluation of the situation changed however upon the sound of pained groans and mumbling breaching the air. Perhaps the Absol had been far too rough, despite it having felt justified due to how little time they had to evacuate. He felt dissapointed, not in the Sandshrew, but with himself. Maybe if he hadn't brought a tree down as a distraction, one that in the end wasn't even neccessary, this scenario might have never been reached. Soon enough he managed to make sense of the sound being transmitted from the Sandshrew, a simple question.

Shortly afterwards and before he could truly respond, the Fennekin within his jaws sprung into consciousness, struggling in panic. Deimos quickly moved to lay down, releasing the Fennekin half way to minimize the drop, to avoid further damage. Whereas with Yigo the Absol understood little at first, the Fennekin's words and panic were far more clear. They also proved to be rather sickening.

Deimos's kind were naturally well endowed towards a predatory role, possessing sharp fangs, claws and of course their peculiarly shaped horn with a curved edge. Despite these natural features that would suggest a Predatory role, Deimos had always been picky on what he ate. Though perfectly capable of eating raw, fresh meat right from the bone with no preparation, Deimos had always liked to actually cut it up first before eating. The sensory capabilities of his species were helpful no doubt, but sensing a sickening spray of crimson as one rips into fresh kill had always disturbed him to no end. His prior encounter with a cannibal mudkip had already made him feel sickened in the past from afar once, leading to an awkward social situation. One he would have rather not recalled and have you tried getting crimson out of white fur by paw? It takes forever!

Getting back on track however, Deimos shook his head once the Fennekin had ceased speaking. Though he did work for a certain organisation, hunting down innocent pokemon wasn't exactly their objective. He did recieve her request loud and clear however, moving back slightly to give the Fennekin some space before he began to address the situation. It was true that these two were unconscious when it hit.

"My apologies for being rather rough, with the both of you. A large group of Stantler charged through the brush while you two were unconscious, a stampede if you will. If i didn't get the two of you out of there quickly, i honestly doubt either of you would still be breathing." The Absol spoke clearly and concisely, wanting to shed some light on the reasoning behind the change of location. They deserved to know after all. Quietly glancing around and eventually upwards, Deimos spied with his eyes a pair of Sitrus Berries.

Figuring that they would be perfect for helping the two before him, Deimos gently tapped the ground with his frontal left paw twice. Where as normally his Stone edge was used for its destructive purposes and relied on large levels of force, only two sharp blades of stone broke from the earth. The twin blades severed the small branch upon which the duo of berried were connected, dropping it to the ground a safe distance away from the wounded.

Descending upon the fallen branch quickly like a vulture to carrion, Deimo used his paws to break the berries away from it. With them free, he turned back around and gently pushed them to duo, Yigo first, Tina second. He deliberately placed them before the faces of the two Pokemon for ease of access.

"The trio that pursued you were dealt with. This is the safest we can get for the moment until we can get you to the proper authorities. Eat up, get what strength back you can. I'll keep watch." Deimos announced. Though he was usually less than social and hated heading to towns, he understood that he could only do so much. The proper authorities would be needed for this, which to him meant the guild. He didn't particularly like heading into towns but he'd committed to aiding the two so far, He saw no reason not to go all the way.

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PostSubject: Re: Dark business in Shadowhue   Today at 3:16 am

In Yigo´s state, moving was a no-no. The Sandshrew could recover slowly from his wounds but the poison was making sure to sap those little surges of strength that his body tried to produce. He was not going to be moving anytime soon, it was clear to him. His question seemed to have been answered since something was producing a lot of noise. It sounded like it was being drowned or covered, the higher pitched frequencies being dampened only to leave some unrecognizable babble. It could have easily been a warning, a confirmation or something unrelated altogether, he couldn´t tell.

His ears twitched, trying to readjust and catch the sound somewhat properly but it was of no use. There were some racketing on the vicinities and were easy to differentiate that there were more than a single source but nothing more. His head would barely respond, not even being able to turn to the sources and try to identify them with his blind vision. He was just stuck there but, oddly, it felt comfortable. His eyelids were feeling heavy and his paws had moved just enough to find a suitable and comfortable position. Now that he couldn´t do much else, couldn´t he just close his eyes and let everything fade to black? It´s not that he could do much else at that point. If he got rescued, he´d wake up somewhere else, somewhere safe. If he got caught he wouldn´t see the finishing blow coming, he wouldn´t have to suffer through it. If he managed to outlive the poison and have it healed, he´d be able to stand out on his own thanks to his clever energy saving and, if the poison outlived him... he wouldn´t need to worry about waking up. Yes, that was a great plan.

Oh, dear Fennekin, he hoped that he´d been of help. Now, his job was done and it was for her to continue her journey. They might meet again...

However, his plan to hibernate was soon interrupted by a small item bumping against his nose. It made him recoil and waste some of the little energy he had left to back out. Why the nose? It was so unpleasant! In his urge to have the unidentified object away, Yigo opened his eyes to see what had hit him. It was a berry! A Sitrus Berry! It was so close that not even the million dots were able to conceal it and the smell. It was making him hungry just by its mere presence. What else could a pokemon do in Yigo´s situation but munch on the tasty fruit? It was everything that he needed!

And so, he accepted the gift, nailing his little teeth into the fruit´s peel and get a mouthful of it. His eyes widened as if he had just woken up. His arms were able to move all of a sudden, just enough to get a hold of the berry and eat it more comfortably between his paws. After a few seconds, the berry was gone and the Sandshrew was on his fours, looking around and somewhat confused. He was able to hear what the Absol said, that he´d wait for them to eat and recover, but he decided to get closer to the Fennekin. She too had a berry in front of her snout. He sat by her side and got one of his paws on her fur, trying to see if she was wounded - and also comfort her. He could not remember anything... what had just happened?

"W-Who are you? I-I mean... did you just..." he used his free arm to point to the Sitrus berry in front of the fire type. The white-furred beast was genuinely intimidating, making Yigo shut up in an instant so as not to trigger any bad reaction that might end up harming him; after all, according to the Fennekin, he was one of them. "D-Did you betray them... to help us?"

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