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HEART AND SWOLE

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Dirt. Trees. Grass. Farmland. A fence. More farmland.
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No matter how much Beau looks around trying to reorient himself, or how much he hopes that his friend will demonstrate heretofore unknown powers of teleportation, Caleb is nowhere in sight. Overhead, the dusk draws its net over the sky, the available light fading with each passing minute, and Beau affords himself a shiver.
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It's definitely because it's cold. Just a random cold gust of wind in the dead of summer - and definitely not due to any latent fear of the dark he harbors.
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"Where do you think he is? This has to be the right place, there's only, like, two ways in and out of Oldale." In response, Chaos the Snubbull offers an anemic cough from his place at Beau's feet, glaring about archly. Suddenly, the smaller canine perks up, as though something's caught his attention. Slowly, grumbling every step of the way, Chaos meanders over toward the treeline, snorting and snuffling with his nose pressed almost to the ground as he follows the scent that's disturbed his rest.
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Beau glances at his watch, then withdraws his phone, scrolling through his recent texts from Caleb - maybe he wasn't in the right place, after all? So engrossed is he in his reading that the low, bass-toned growl emanating from a low bush by Chaos' position has to sound twice for him to look over at it - and it's not the Snubbull making it.
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A pair of red eyes glint from the underbrush before a wildly bedraggled, feral Mightyena lunges outward at the smaller dog. Yelping in alarm, Chaos tumbles backward, narrowly evading the slavering fangs of the Dark-type. Shaking himself furiously, the Snubbull retaliates by throwing himself at the Mightyena in an unusually agile move for the elderly pokémon, PLAYING ROUGH with a tumbling series of bites and pummels that send the Mightyena rolling right back into the bushes it emerged from.
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Beau's eyebrows immediately shoot up to meet his hairline and he rushes forward, crouching to inspect Chaos. "Whoa, brah, you alright?"
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The low growl returns from the treeline, the cracking of underbrush sounding as the Mightyena rights itself. As it emerges into the dim light of the path once more, leaves and sticks clinging to its fur, two more pairs of crimson eyes flash ominously into life just behind it.
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"NOPE!" Beau yelps, scooping Chaos into his arms in one fluid movement and heroically dashing right back down the route he'd just arrived on, the Mightyena trio hot on his heels. As he jumps a fence and lands hard on the packed earth of the path, he catches sight of another person and their pokémon silhouetted in the twilight.
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"Yo!" he calls, winded, as Chaos squirms in his arms, fighting to look over his shoulder at the pursuing Mightyenas and barking raucously. "Little help?!"

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Tagged: Caleb Harcourt @marshall

Notes: HOUNDS OF OLDALE