Maverick normally wasn’t the type of person to be in with a crowd.

He considered himself a lone lycanroc. Despite the natural behavior to want to be with your own kind, he often times despised the thought. It wasn’t that he didn’t like people or being around people, so to speak. It was more he just didn’t mind being alone. As long as he had his creatures with him, the man was content with being a quote on quote ‘a lone lycanroc’. But just because he liked to be independent, it didn’t mean he didn’t like to enjoy the little festivals Hoenn often had every now and then. Or in this case today, to get out of his gym for a little while.

Warm gaze flickered over the colorful decorations displayed over many areas of the town. The new year provided a reason for the town to go ham on making the place look crazy with color objects. By this side, the six foot seven houndoom trotted royally next to him. Maverick even went the full mile to paint on the year news date on her rapidash skull she wore over her own. But honestly, it made him laugh every time he looked at her.

The pair moved through the crowd the best they could like a shadows of the night. But, being a shadow with burn scars marked all over your face and an abnormally large hell hound was very difficult to do the very least. Of course, an occasional pair of eyes would give them a dark look before looking away. If not dark glares, some would come up and greet him with a “You must be Maverick Ryder, the Rustboro City gym leader and the hellhound tamer. It’s nice to meet you”. It was still amusing that he was classified as a ‘hellhound tamer’. He would never give himself such a title but wouldn’t deny that title either. His love and passion for houndours and houndooms was one thing he took pride in.

But as the two moved through the crowded area, the man spotted a dark flying creature mixed amongst a group of dancers. At first, he found it amusing that a little vullaby would be a dancer and couldn’t resist that urge to watch it. On the other hand, he quickly noticed that something didn’t seem right. He whisper of a name got his attention as the creature darted between the dancers. Warm gaze shifted to see a man looking awfully upset, staring down the little dark bird. Maverick turned to look at Azula, giving her a nod towards the bird. She nodded back, leaping forward into the group of dancers.

The dancers screamed as she emerged from the surrounded crowd, startled from the merrier size of the creature let alone the skull on her head. The canine paid them no mind, her target was to either catch the bird or stop it in its tracks. She darted in the birds both, standing tall in front of it in hopes it would freeze out of fear. If not, she would try to catch the bird in her muzzle. Of course, she would mean no harm but no one knew that but her and her master.

While the canine tried to catch the bird, Maverick would casually approach the man who he would assume is its own. And when close enough, he would speak up in a low tone while remaining a placid bored expression. “Is that your Vullaby?”

for lucian flores at fallarbor town doing mission. sorry for the wait!

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