The Queen and The Zorua

Ramira smiled as she layed down. Small pond was a good place for her to settle down and.... well, relax for a bit and take a break from all the chaos in town. She had made all sorts of friends and acquaintances since she came to Grassveil, and it had been better than she had expected. Nothing had gone wrong, and the shiny Zorua was content with that conclusion for now. Ramira felt like she deserved this long-awaited rest.

Where was this? Had she gotten lost trying to get back to the kingdom yet again? Fantastic..she huffed in annoyance as she neared the pond that this entire area centered itself around. Many pokemon seemed to be at play here, and many also seemed to be relaxing and taking a break from their daily lives. The darkly colored tyrunt had been on her way home after getting herself dyed at the strange dye shop in Grassveil, figuring it would probably be better if her subjects would be able to tell her apart from other tyrunts, and not follow the orders of a different tyrunt by mistake. She looked about, regretting having not asked for directions, or at least gotten that mutt that had dyed her to give her a map of some sort.

Ramira looked up. A Tyrunt that looked diverse from any other Tyrunt was walking towards the pond with an annoyed expression on her face. Was she lost or something? The Zorua decided to try and help..... somehow. It also depended if she would accept Ramira's offer at all, which no one could predict. Going with her gut feeling, she spoke to the Tyrunt. "Uhm... Hello. You seem to be lost. Is there any way I could help?" The only reason the shiny could tell she was lost by the look in her eyes that gave off a confused light. The rest of her expression was annoyed.

The tyrunt's attention was caught by a strange Zorua, one similar to another that she had seen, but its color was different. She figured the zorua must have gotten itself dyed as well at that strange parlor.

"Yes, i'm trying to find my way back to The Blackspear Mountain Range, do you happen to know where it is?" the tyrunt asked, "If you point me in the general direction though i'd be able to manage."

Victoria did not really think much of the strange colors on the zorua, she must have looked just as strange as it, if not stranger since she had completely changed her color to something darker and blended better with the surroundings of Blackspear.

"Oh, Black Spear? That's all the way in the northeast." Ramira said. If this Tyrunt was going there, here was not the place to be. Unless she absolutely needed a guide, then the Zorua would have nothing to do with the Tyrunt after this. 'She's a bit different from most Tyrunt... only in color, though.' She thought. 'Oh, well. That's not important.' Ramira told herself.

The tyrunt merely stared at the Zorua when it spoke of 'north-east'. That kind of talk was for tacticians, not royalty, "And north-east is....?" she asked, waiting for the zorua to fill in the blanks by pointing out the direction of which she was supposed to go.

Victoria moved her feet a bit, growing a bit impatient. She had to get back to the kingdom, that damned tyrunt that had thrown her out was still lounging about her grounds as if he owned the place. She needed to get it back from him, she needed knights. She hoped that she would find some kind of knight on her journey back, but odds were slim as pokemon were usually unwilling to leave their towns or even to make a friendly conversation.

"The north-east..." Ramira started. Grunting as she got up, she pointed slightly diagonally frontwards of where she was standing. ".........is over that way." She finished. It felt surprising that this Pokemon didn't know the cardinal directions like everyone else. Was she one of those 'mon who traveled from the wilderness or something? Shaking that thought away, the shiny Zorua sat down and looked at Victoria, expecting an answer.

The tyrunt nodded, "Thanks," she spoke, "Now I must return to my kingdom, farewell and thank you for your assistance."

The tyrunt turned to the direction the zorua had been pointing and started walking, not bothering to ask for an escort. If she had wanted an escort she could have just rented out some 'knights' from that guild in the town. She favored doing things on her own, a queen could not be helpless. She could get help, but a helpless queen was as good as dead if her knights fell before her. She would have to be fierce, and strong just like her father.

Ramira nodded. "No problem. Glad to help." She watched the Tyrunt walk in the direction she had gestured. 'I wonder if she'll know when she gets there...?' The Zorua thought. After the strangely colored Tyrunt was far out of ear shot, Ramira got up to follow her, but did so by way of a tree. She started leaping from branch to branch on each tree in her path. This way, nobody would see her, and it was possible she could move through the line of trees soundlessly.

The tyrunt merely traveled onward, but it was not long until, not long as in she had not even left small pond yet, before something got in her way. A pokemon with a large maw and nostrils intercepted her, not looking to happy at her existence, "Hey! You!" Victoria blinked, staring at the Hippopotas.

"Give me everything you have," the pokemon demanded.

"No," The tyrunt stated bluntly, not shocked at the situation but more confused at the random appearance of the pokemon.

The Hippopotas snorted, sand erupting from its nostrils, "Then I'll take it by force!" the hippopotas shouted before sand erupted from its nose like a volcano, whipping up a sandstorm around the area, preparing to fight.

Ramira, noticing the scene, grimaced. What kind of outlaw did THIS? No outlaw that the Zorua had known had ever forced someone through battle. Leaping down onto its back, the dark type delievered a creepy grin to the ground type by hanging from the back of its head and leaning forward. "Hello..................... friend.............." Ramira said in a very eerie voice, adding to how disturbing her expression was.

The hippopotas merely snorted, shooting more sand at the Zorua through its nose, thickening the sandstorm, obviously not bothered by the creepy fox. The sandstorm raged around, coating the battle field, buffeting the unfortunates that were caught within it, save for Victoria who seemed to stand there like it was nothing due to her rock typing. The tyrunt huffed, "You want to go? Let's go!" The tyrunt lowered herself, before springing upwards and coming down on the ground with a crash, cracks forming in the ground as she used Earthquake. The crack split towards the hippopotas, the tyrunt forgetting the danger of the move effecting the ally.

Seeing Victoria use Earthquake, Ramira leapt off the Hippopotas' back, and landed next to the Tyrunt. "Mind if I help?" She asked her. This was a battle the shiny Zorua did not want to
miss. Smiling, she waited for an answer as the sandstorm raged around them, buffeting Ramira's fur, cloak, and scarf. It was a bit hard waiting for an answer when a Pokemon was attacking, but it could work.

The crack opened up underneath the hippopotas, and dealt damage as the hippo struggled to get back up. Once it had, Victoria did not even take the time to answer the Zorua, her fangs growing icy cold before she charged towards the Hippopotas and bit into its nose, the Ice type attack doing a fair amount of damage before the hippo struggled free and disappeared into the ground, using dig.

The tyrunt huffed, looking around, the sandstorm still raged, and the hippopotas was nowhere to be seen, "Your choice, not mine," she finally huffed.

"Whatever.." Ramira said. If the Tyrunt didn't really care that was fine with her. In all honesty the Zorua could care less about the enemy now. What she wanted to do was go where the dragon/rock type was going; Black Spear. The place fully intriguied the dark type, and scaling the mountain would be an interesting thing to do.