She/Them
15 (Estimated)
April 5th
Route 119/Fortree
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Wandering Wildchild
Cadet
Greyhound Prowl [DW]
POSTED ON Dec 11, 2022 0:07:27 GMT
As it turned out, when most pokemon were not keen on showing up and potentially having to deal with your entire pack, the remaining wild pokemon you saw typically came in one of two categories.
The first category consisted of pokemon who were looking for a fight. It had been near one of the many ponds that made up Route 120 - just beyond the trees and undergrowth - that the sound of splashing water caught Ettie's and Anne's attention. Initially, Ettie was curious - hopping down from Anne's back to creep forward, and take a peek at what was making all that noise; it sounded as though it was something big..!
... But, in all of her curiosity, Ettie would end up face-to-face with a Crawdaunt, and an aggressive one at that, given the roar he'd let off!
"Yeep!" Ettie yelped, visibly startled. Following instinct, she'd be scrambling up onto Anne's back - the Lycanroc in question already bristling and growling threateningly.
They had little time to react before the crustacean was charging however, swinging his claws in every direction. One claw would smack into Duchess, the Electrike yelping as she was sent tumbling - letting loose a burst of electricity purely on instinct, that had the Crawdaunt flinching back and stiffening. The other pack, however, would manage to move back and away from the other flailing limb.
Ettie and Anne were quick to move to their packmate's side - Ettie hopping down, to check on the little Electrike. "Is okay, Duchess??" At a glance, it seemed that she wasn't all that hurt - the Electrike shaking herself off as she got up onto her paws - though the strike was sure to bruise in the morning.
But, with Duchess having been struck... A low SNARL rose up from Princess - the Snubbull bristling with rage at Duchess being hurt, alongside the fight-happy Ruffian already sizing up this opponent. One after the other, the duo would charge at the larger Dark-type, flinging themselves at him in a pair of Play Rough's!
Safe to say, it was possible that the Crawdaunt did not know what he was getting into, in confronting the pack. However, he was undaunted (hah) all the same - letting loose a hissing roar, as soon as he managed to shake off the two pups.
"Princess! Ruffian!" Ettie called - running over and scooping up the two pups in either arm, even as they were raring up to move right back into the fray. "Let's go!" Sure, they could try to fight the Crawdaunt - but it looked like a nasty specimen to say the least, and it wasn't smart to get into needless fights in the wild if one could help it. Nor was it worth hunting, either - Crawdaunts overall being utterly unappetizing.
Thus, the pack beat a hasty retreat - turning away and bolting for it as quickly as they could. Not that they had to move all that quickly, given a Crawdaunt's naturally slow speed and them favoring the water. The sounds of stomping and crashing behind them would quickly grow distant - and before long, they would find themselves surrounded by the natural sounds of the woods once more, prompting them to slow and come to a stop.
"Whew..." Ettie sighed to herself, as she finally set down Princess and Ruffian - the latter appearing annoyed, at having been pulled away from the fight. But, Ettie would pat them both on the heads with a warm smile. "Good Princess! Good Ruffian! Protecting pack!" She praised - which Princess would accept with a content hum, and seemed to help stroke Ruffian's ego enough for him to relax and let the unfinished fight pass.
As Ettie took the time to reassess their situation now - glancing around, to see where they'd ended up. Obviously, it was still Route 120 - and it definitely was quieter here, than... Actually, scratch it being quiet. Distantly, there was the sound of footsteps and a voice - the sound coming from somewhere beyond the foliage, and gradually coming closer. Ettie moved to investigate - but Anne, knowing better, would come alongside; the duo peering out past the bushes...
... To see what looked to be a pack of pokemon - with a human riding astride one of them. They moved in a disciplined formation - one that painted the picture of a fellow pack of canid pokemon, moving like a well-oiled machine. And given that these weren't wild pokemon... Perhaps they were more likely to be friends!
Thus, Ettie would step out into view, waving an arm with a bright and cheery smile. "Hello! Friends!" She called, letting out a yip of excitement afterwards. In fact, even some of her body language was like that of an excited canid - wiggling in place like a happy Granbull might.
All the while, the rest of the pack would emerge - Anne staying right next to Ettie, whilst the other pups would curiously regard Josh's group. Of the four, Duchess was more than happy to give a greeting of her own... Or multiple - the little Electrike making excited yips of hellos and other such greetings, as she approached them with eager little bounces.
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