a dragoon's return [c]
posted Feb 22, 2020 3:54:33 GMT
"Home sweet home, huh?" The youngest McQueen airs absentmindedly—soaring through lightly populated skies of Hoenn upon the back of the Dragon Pokémon Salamence; the menacing beast flying at extremely high speeds. Chancelor is laying across the back of the winged-monster, lounging without a single care in the world, eyes looking past the fluffy white clouds with both hands behind his head acting as an impromptu pillow of sorts. That was until the familiar cry of a Pikachu broke the 'peace' that was this flight. Sitting up fully, hazel eyes look over in the rodents direction who was on the back of a familiar coal colored Charizard who flew neck and neck with the Salamence.
"Yo," Chancelor calls out to his Pikachu across the way, his PokéNavi being handed off between Pikachu, to Charizard, who hands it to Chancelor. Taking it, he glances at the screen; instantly grinning from ear to ear. "Yooo, the kid's only been back in the region for a couple of days and the Hoennites already hittin' up my line..." The Champion of Dragoon's zooms in on the 'provocative' picture sent through social media direct message. "She is bad as hell. She trying to link up tonight?!" Pikachu nods enthusiastically—the long-eared Pokémon sporting a stylish hairstyle; a fohawk taper fade combo. "YESSSSSIR!" The Fighter exclaims at the top of his lungs, handing the device back to Pikachu so he can work his magic and set the date up for a little later in the evening.
The group of flying Dragon Pokémon were swiftly approaching the Compound. They would be expected, and they would be greeted and praised for completing the task bestowed upon them. Well, that was the idea until the Garchomp that also happened to be flying with the two other Dragon's found himself devouring entire wild Pokémon that occupied the same air space as the trio. This ravenous Pokémon gave chase to a flock of Spearow that seemed just a little bit to swift for the gargantuan brute of a Pokémon. "Aye!" The Trainer booms in an aggressive and dominant tone; his words directly from the core of his body to establish dominance and leadership over this rowdy Pokémon. Garchomp's attention snaps over to Salamence and Chancelor, snarling due to annoyance and an empty stomach."You'll eat when we land. Chill out." Charizard nudges the younger dragon who, more or less, rolls his eyes at his Trainer but still ultimately follows the simple instructions. However, Chancelor sees the attitude and defiance within the rambunctious Garchomp. "Pika Pi. Getcha' boy! He about to be Garchompless givin' me that attitude." Chancelor exclaims to Pikachu, holding up twin fists with the intent to kill at a moments notice.
Bickering and roughhousing like the feral animals the group was, one by one they land in the compound square—Salamence, Charizard, and Garchomp. Dismounting the back of Salamence, the youngest McQueen dusts himself off, adjusts his crouch, and stretches one long time with a groggy yawn that mimicked that of a dragon. In one hand was a duffle bag with a few personal items he needed on the trip. "Your champ's back. Mission complete and all that good stuff." He exclaims, three brutes befitting for a dragoon awaiting their orders with a Fresh To Death Pikachu perched on his shoulder.
✝ tag(s) - Noelle Bellemoore
✝ notes - those with dwagon blood may come and go as they please .