She/Them
15 (Estimated)
April 5th
Route 119/Fortree
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Wandering Wildchild
Cadet
PRISMATIC PENITENTIARY
POSTED ON May 30, 2024 18:12:02 GMT
At first, as Pecharunt is sent flying and Cyllora is left behind, Ettie wants to pounce. To sink her teeth into them. To tear at them with her nails - as much as they've lost their sharpness. This one was a threat too - right? This one couldn't simply be left be...!
... But, she feels Anat's paw on her shoulder. Ettie blinks - glancing up to the Lucario. And when Anat shakes her head, Ettie frowns a little; but she relents, standing down. She isn't sure why Anat sees that makes her want to leave them be, but... Ettie trusts in her packmate.
And Ettie, too, trusts in Cassandra Kubrick; the suggestion of going home, the suggestion of cake, both a siren song. She spares only a glance to the toxic chained clone pokemon, particularly those copied from her own pack... "... Ettie want cake..." She agrees softly, glancing back to Cass and following her, her own packmates trailing close.
As she approaches Eris Halla, Hideo Kino, and Isaac Merlo - looked to the seemingly lifeless Azelf in Eris' arms... At first, Ettie frowns softly. This was the one who helped them, right? The one who let them escape... Yet neither she nor her pack could protect them.
Though then again, was there anything they could have done? Azelf had already seemed so weakened, had pushed itself so hard...
... But then, there was a flutter of eyelids. Stirring. Anat perked visibly, as life seemed to be breathed into the sprite once more. Ettie perks up, too, upon noticing this - and she smiles softly.
As Eris drops to her knees, Ettie kneels down before her. Anat provides a Heal Pulse for the little patron of Willpower. "Thank you, friend." Ettie speaks softly, to Azelf. "Rest. Packs protect." mobilepost pardon me
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