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Post by Garchomp on Oct 11, 2012 12:01:15 GMT -5
Humans. They seemed to always want to talk - and frightened and/or sick as the girl was, Narret was no different in that respect. The stammering made it even harder to understand her, though Makya supposed that was not really her fault. Besides, it wasn't as if conversation was truly bad, or distracting when all she had to do was walk. She hardly expected anyone to want to fight - especially since so many seemed surprised or shocked to see something like her walk around - and though she always kept an eye on the horizon, watchful for enemies or other travellers, thus far no one else had braved the heat.
Really, she could indulge a child - but not to the extent of actually paying any mind to grammar and sentence structure. It wasn't as if she couldn't be understood without them.
"Moving around. Looking for... mountains. Place to stay, claim territory," she answered now. Not that she would stake out a claim on a mountain even if she found a suitable one. Nomadic life suited her a little more than becoming a hermit, it seemed, and there weren't any Pokemon here to fight or hunt down properly. She would be even more bored if she decided to live as she had back on her own mountain. Yes, homesickness still gnawed at her - especially without many fights to absolve her of her tension - but this place was interesting, with interesting people. Best to travel. "Not like cities. Too cramped, humans always scream and run. Pain. This... nice. Hot, dry. Nice place." She snorted and added drily, "No one around to run and scream." Well, other than Narret, who had held her own rather well.
The remark about people hurting her got her attention though, and the Dragon-type glanced at her again. She wasn't bleeding but... could someone have hurt her before, and she had run off into the desert because of it? "Not easily hurt. Can kill anyone who tries," she said gruffly, and then tilted her head. "But when younger, was weak. Could be hurt. Then... had team, who watched back. Protected me, so could get strong enough to fight everything. You have someone to protect so you get strong?" She delivered the anecdote in a softer tone - still an intimidating rumble, but a quieter one. |
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Post by narret on Oct 11, 2012 21:27:20 GMT -5
Narret was silent as she listened to the dragon speak, not wanting to interrupt her in any way that might make her angry. Although she didn't speak like other people, Narret could still understand the more simpler and direct speech patten of the dragon. Narret could agree with the dragon on one thing, cities weren't exactly easy with her. Too many people there, and so many chances for her to be whisked away back to the one place she never wanted to see again.
She shook her head roughly, banishing that string of thoughts before it caused her pain again.
But when the dragon asked if she had anyone, she looked a little sad and forlorn. "N-n-no.... I've b-b-b-been a-alone e-e-ever s-s-since I g-g-got a-a-away f-f-from t-t-the bad p-people...... W-w-well.... O-o-other t-t-then t-t-the m-m-monster......"
Yes, the so called monster that followed the poor girl wherever she went. Never looking the same, and never the same size. The only thing that was consistent with it was that it always found her, no matter where she ran or how she hid.
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Post by Garchomp on Oct 12, 2012 17:48:12 GMT -5
"The bad people?" Makya repeated, tilting her head and listening with interest. A child with enemies, then, or people she didn't like. That was strange, wasn't it? The Garchomp might have let that go as a passing curiosity, but the mention of a monster brought real interest.
"Monster? Like me, or different? Can talk, do strange things?" she asked, eyes gleaming. The chance of finding another like her - a Pokemon also trapped here - was slim, but the chance of finding something interesting was much higher. Besides, if this was a monster that Narret didn't like, that threatened her, while she was near -
Well, that meant she would have to fight it. She wouldn't pass up such an opportunity, if it presented itself. There had been so little to do, except travel and find things to eat. If there was some secret at the heart of her being here, she had yet to find anything that even hinted at it. The only thing left was to do battle with something, achieve a balance of instinct and purity. It was the burden of her strength, and her type - her instincts and emotions ran rampant, without a fight to absolve her of them for a time.
"This monster... can fight it?" |
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Post by narret on Oct 14, 2012 19:39:15 GMT -5
When the larger dragon asked about the monster, her small little form shook in fear. "N-n-no, it's n-n-n-nothing l-like you...... I-it's n-n-never l-l-looks t-t-the same, b-but I k-know t-t-that it's t-t-t-the s-s-same m-monster f-f-from h-h-how it s-s-sounds a-a-a-and it's r-r-r-red e-e-eyes......." Narret started off, the few memories of the thing were a little blurry, but it still stood out quite easily in her mind. "It a-a-a-always s-s-s-shows up w-w-w-when i'm r-r-r-really s-s-scared. I-i-i-it's l-l-like it w-w-w-wants t-t-t-to s-s-scare m-me e-e-even m-m-m-more...."
It was however the last question that Garchomp asked that threw the small silver haired child for a loop. Could the dragon actually fight the monster that plagued her? She wanted to just shout out yes, and be done with it. TO be rid of this thing that tormented her at every corner. But Garchomp was a friend, well at least in the eyes of Narret. Garchomp may think differently but to her the dragon was a friend, someone that didn't want to hut her or take her back to the horrible place she had escaped.
"Y-y-y-you c-c-c-could f-f-fight iit if i-i-i-it s-s-shows u-u-up....... B-b-b-but I..... I....I d-d-d-don't t-t-t-think y-y-y-you w-w-would w-w-win......." Narret spoke out, a tone of fear in her voice as she said that. Afraid of how the dragon would react to such a small child doubting it's power.
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Post by Garchomp on Oct 18, 2012 16:42:42 GMT -5
Nothing like her? That was... a disappointment, but one she had expected. Still, a monster was a monster, even if it changed form. It sounded like a challenge, and her grin was wider now, and probably more than a little frightening, with all those teeth bared. Narret's stuttered opinion was considered, and then ignored with a lash of her tail.
"Nothing win forever, even if strong. Always weakness, always failure. Learn this a long time ago, from human - even if too strong, never hurt to try." For her, it was quite a long speech, if an awkward one. "If can't win, then will flee." Her grin changed a little, and she meant it to... soften and look a little reassuring, but it was hard given her general appearance. It irritated her a little that the child had been so quick to answer about her chances, but those were just words - words could be ignored, like sand trying to dig into her hide. She was stronger than that - at least, when she wasn't too concerned with a person, to care about what they thought of her.
The opinions of those close to her were different, but it had been some time since she had any of those.
The Garchomp snorted. "If not scared now then... best stay not scared." The idea of terrorizing a child just to get a fight held little appeal for her, despite how much she wanted a battle. That was her purpose, after all - but scaring someone not involved, who could hardly fight back, wasn't worthy of her. |
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Post by narret on Oct 19, 2012 20:44:39 GMT -5
Narret looked up to the pokemon with worry in her eye as the dragon spoke of fighting it, even fleeing if she had to. "Y-y-you d-d-don't w-w-want to f-f-fight t-the m-monster, r-really......." Narret looked to the sand below as slight winds picked up some of the looser bits, carrying it away on the breeze. "B-b-b-beating t-t-the m-m-m-monster is o-one t-thing...... M-m-making s-s-sure t-t-that it d-d-doesn't c-c-come b-b-back is a-a-another......."
She didn't like that her new friend wanted to fight so badly, she didn't like fighting because fighting meant pain. And the poor little girl was no stranger to pain.
But when the dragon spoke again, of not being scared it brought a small sad smile to the childs face. "T-t-t-thank-you......." As she looked up from the sand, she noticed that a lot of time had passed since their little meeting. A few more kilometers and she would be back in the city, and although it would mean that she would soon part paths with the dragon she still held a smile. Because she had made a friend, a strange and rather odd friendship but still a friendship none the less.
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Post by Garchomp on Oct 22, 2012 16:21:21 GMT -5
"Do want to fight," she assured the girl with a snort. "Don't want to die. Means will be careful." At least, that was what she thought Narret was worrying about. She wasn't stupid enough to do anything that would mean getting killed. She sought out battle because she was good at it and because it cleansed her - fighting in a way that could kill her was something that happened, but not something she looked for. The idea of something that couldn't be defeated - well, that just didn't make sense. Everything had a weakness. Even a Pokemon as strong as her could be struck down. Even a legendary could be, no matter how powerful. It took thought and planning and knowledge, but it could be done - and this monster that Narret so feared could be no different.
A quick glance at the horizon told her that they had made some good progress, considering that Narret was so much smaller and couldn't move all that quickly. The Garchomp felt no real need to inquire or probe about why she had been out here, or why the monster was after her. Things like that happened, and they didn't concern her.
"Next time, not go out here. Could die." After a moment, Makya dipped her head in something between a nod and a bow, accepting the thanks. Well, she wasn't much for conversation, but at least she was talking. |
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Post by narret on Nov 5, 2012 12:37:38 GMT -5
This was where to two would part ways it would seem to the small child, her back to her search and the dragon back to her desert home. The girl really didn't want to be alone again, but Garchomp was free to do as she pleased, like she had become. The pale silver-haired child turned to face the dragon as she spoke. "I-i-i-it w-w-was n-nice meeting y-y-y-you G-g-garchomp........ M-m-m-maybe o-o-one d-d-day w-w-w-we'll m-m-meet again........" She raised her little hand and waved good bye to the mighty land dragon. "B-b-b-bye....... A-a-a-and t-t-t-thank y-you....." The little child then turned around and hustled back into the city. She seemed quite fine as she faded out of sight of the dragon and into the cities inner limits.
Narret had gotten lucky after a couple of hours of walking, she had not only managed to find the bus-station that had been where she had gotten off but had also managed to sneak on board of another bus. Destination was unknown, she hadn't really looked. But she had to keep trying in her search, she couldn't give up.
She wouldn't
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Post by Garchomp on Nov 5, 2012 14:44:02 GMT -5
Makya tilted her head and snorted, which was as much of an agreement as Narret was going to get. The manners that humans seemed to cling to so often - the ritual of greeting and introductions and how it was nice to meet someone - baffled her. They were so useless, and often false, and why keep repeating them? So she usually cut them out entirely, even when talking with humans. If it made her seem curt, or angry, well... it's not like it mattered.
Of course, most humans didn't agree with that line of thought. Even her trainer had found her general attitude a little irritating - and so she had learned to speak properly around people she cared about. Narret did not fall into that category - not yet, though the possibility was there, she supposed - and thus got no farewell at all.
However, the girl did wave, and so the the Pokemon lifted a finned arm and waved it awkwardly in return, before turning around and heading back into the welcome heat of the desert. Now no longer limited to the speed of a human - especially a child's pace - she eased back into a loping run. There was no time to waste, if she wanted to cross the desert and keep searching for... something. A fight, first, but after that - well, the likelihood of returning, or finding another Pokemon was growing slimmer by the day.
She needed a purpose, though. Perhaps she would eventually find that, if nothing else. |
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