keep your eyes open --* [Lydian!]

[erik]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; vertical-align: top;][STYLE=width: 266px; padding: 17px 17px; text-align: justify; font: 11px tahoma; background: #190A11; border-radius: 50px 0px 0px 50px; color: #b8bfc3; float: left; -moz-border-radius: 50px 0px 0px 50px;]Large bodies of water, a cool balmy evening breeze with the sun dropping back, and his dinner in his hands as he strolled towards the Lake with a prospect of a dinner alone next to the water. Perfect, at least to Erik it was anyway. Its been a long day of travelling, and after taking away his winnings in a tournament a couple of days ago, Erik thought he could afford being languid for an evening and just relax. In front of him, Chaos gambolled about, chasing his fluffy tail and the occasional stray dry leaf as Erik finally settled next to the Lake, smiling at the antics of his carefree Eevee. Pulling his legs up to his chest, the guy shook out his mess of black hair, readjusting the eyepatch that protected his eyes from too much of the sun's glare, before beginning to peel back the wrappings of the sandwich he had bought earlier for dinner. Before Erik even got further then a single saran wrap however, the yelp from his Eevee suddenly caught his attention, and the guy looked up only to see Chaos running back anxiously to Erik, tugging the corner of his black button down shirt in a hurry. "What is it?" his soft voice ask, a voice that was well suited to his personality. Getting up, the dark haired gijinka followed when he finally deduced that Chaos wanted him to follow, and blinked a surprised eye when he spied a Pawniard... looking up a tree? Frowning, it took a minute or two before it registered to Erik to look up at what the Pawniard was aiming for, and only then did the short framed boy gasp in surprised in what apparently looked like a dead body. Was he actually dead? Plucking at a Pokeball from his waist, Erik's device revealed a fluttering Pidgey. "Atlanta, could you go up there and check on him?" Erik asked softly, and his Pidgey immediately complied, swooping up there before hovering just above the other's body, chirping softly. [/style] [STYLE=font: 35px impact; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: -415px; line-height: 35px; -o-transform: rotate(90deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(90deg); margin-left: -10px; float: right; color: #8DA4AC;][STYLE=letter-spacing: 2px;]I'M GLAD [/style]YOU CAME[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background: #8DA4AC; width: 100px; padding: 5px; margin-top: -310px; margin-right: 5px; text-transform: uppercase; font: 10px orator std; text-align: justify; line-height: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #000;]Turn the lights out now Now I'll take you by the hand Hand you another drink Drink it if you can Can you spend a little time, Time is slipping away from us so stay, Stay with me I can make, Make you glad you came The sun goes down The stars come out And all that counts is here and now My universe will never be the same [/style]

[STYLE=font-family: ms gothic; font-size: 12px; text-transform: uppercase;]MADE BY jumpstart! of btn, ote and ls[/style]

[Lydian Bellecourt]

Lydian did not want to go on. His belt with the Pokeballs was on the ground, and now he lurked up inside a tree, staring out at the lake in front of him. He did not deserve this, did not deserve what he had. He brought pain to those who had trust him, and in return, they had given him love and understanding. He did not deserve them, so he was going to let them go. Let him walk this path of darkness and pain alone. It was to be his punishment for what he had done. Instead, Lancelot, being stubborn like he was, refused to leave him. He'd thrown fireballs at the little Pawniard, shouted at him until he cried, even physically picked him up and thrown him in the direction of the lake. The little Pokemon had persisted though, scampering determinedly after his Trainer, and so Lydian had tried to climb a tree to get away from him, to convince him to go away and find a new home that would be kinder to him.

Lancelot could not climb the tree, not with his swords, but that didn't matter, not to him. No matter what happened, Lydian would always be his Trainer, and that was that. Lydian actually respected him - more or less - and gave him the time of day. He took in Ragnarok, instilling some confidence into the little pup, and Mordred, who had gained a certain spring to his prideful swagger that hadn't been present before. No, Lydian was their Trainer, and they were not going to leave him just because he was an angry, impulsive bastard. The Houndoom Gijinka had always been like that. And no, he was not going to fall for Lydian's playing dead act either!

Lydian growled, cracking a single red eye at the sound of a chirp. "Fucking pest," he rumbled from deep within his chest, a low warning to the Pokemon. He wanted to just shove a Flamethrower down it's gullet, and usually he would too, but dammit, he had to convince Lancelot he was dead. That meant no Flamethrowers until the Pawniard was gone.

On the ground, Lancelot sighed heavily, turning to the human beside him with gentle eyes that pleaded with him to bring his Trainer down. Lydian was just hurting. It was nothing they wouldn't be able to fix... he hoped.

OOC:
And so begins Lydi and Erik meeting!

Team-

Lancelot ~ Ragnarok ~ Mordred

[erik]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; vertical-align: top;][STYLE=width: 266px; padding: 17px 17px; text-align: justify; font: 11px tahoma; background: #190A11; border-radius: 50px 0px 0px 50px; color: #b8bfc3; float: left; -moz-border-radius: 50px 0px 0px 50px;]Erik stared, and then crinkled his brows when Atlanta came to land on his outstretched arm, and gave him a series of chirps which Erik soon intepreted to be that the human was not dead... he just didn't seem to be moving. That got the dimunitive boy confused, as he looked up, and then back down to his Pidgey again as if to confirm it. Now what was the person playing at by playing dead, on a branch of all things. If he wasn't careful, he could actually be dead should he slip and fall. And then his eyes caught sight of the fallen belt with attached Pokeballs. Letting the Pidgey hover around him, and warning Chaos to stay out of trouble, Erik ventured closer, and frowned when he felt the rather hurt aura radiating from the Pokeballs. Were their occupants injured? Turning to the Pawniard when he felt its gaze on him, the tiny male's lips pursed at the pleading eyes. "Let me heal these first, okay? And then I'll get to your confusing trainer up there." Erik persuaded gently, offering a smile as he pressed the button that released the Pokemon. Reaching in to the messenger bag resting on his hip, Erik eventually placed two bottles of Full Heals on the ground, and pushed them towards the injured Murkrow and Poochyena respectively, crouching down with one knee on the grass and a smile as he spoke. "Here, these should help." the guy gently coaxed, his patient and empathetic attitude shining through as Erik now turned his attention to the male up there. Now, what did one do to get a guy down? If only Atlanta was a Pidgeotto, or a Pidgeot, he could just ask her to grab the guy down. But being a Pidgey, the bird was way too tiny. "you think I could climb that?" he murmured, giving a skeptical glance to the surrounding Pokemon, before shrugging. "Might as well try." he murmured, more to himself this time. Going nearer, Erik examined the bark of the tree for a minute, before beginning his ascend. His fingers gripped rough bark, and feet found footholds in the tree's grooves, and for awhile, Erik actually thought he could do it - until he slipped halfway up, and fell on his bottom with a loud "Oof!" and a pained groan. Rolling over, he winced, before turning his icy blue gaze up again. "Whoever you are, you better get down, or your Pokemon are just going to continue standing here all day. You wouldn't want them to starve would you?" Erik finally resorted to threathening, figuring that it should work. [/style] [STYLE=font: 35px impact; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: -415px; line-height: 35px; -o-transform: rotate(90deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(90deg); margin-left: -10px; float: right; color: #8DA4AC;][STYLE=letter-spacing: 2px;]I'M GLAD [/style]YOU CAME[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background: #8DA4AC; width: 100px; padding: 5px; margin-top: -310px; margin-right: 5px; text-transform: uppercase; font: 10px orator std; text-align: justify; line-height: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #000;]Turn the lights out now Now I'll take you by the hand Hand you another drink Drink it if you can Can you spend a little time, Time is slipping away from us so stay, Stay with me I can make, Make you glad you came The sun goes down The stars come out And all that counts is here and now My universe will never be the same [/style]

[STYLE=font-family: ms gothic; font-size: 12px; text-transform: uppercase;]MADE BY jumpstart! of btn, ote and ls[/style]

[Lydian Bellecourt]

Lydian wondered absently if a fall from this height really would kill him or just incapacitate him for life. Sure, he didn't want that to be the reason his sister came back into his life, but hey, at least it would solve a lot of his problems at the moment. He wouldn't have to walk this path anymore, his Pokemon wouldn't be getting hurt, and he wouldn't have to deal with fucking idiots anymore. A quick glance downward, however, denied him such an easy fix. The height was nowhere near enough to snap his neck cleanly, even if he were to fall head-first. Sure, he might die of blood loss, but that was a slow way to go and there was no guarantee it would be painless.

Lancelot nodded quietly at the human's words, offering a slight bow. Anything he could do to help would be good, especially if he could help Mordred and Ragnarok. The two of them were pretty hurt from the battle with that strange boy and his Absol and Lapras. When the two came out, they shook their heads, showing off their cuts and bruises from the battle but appearing confused. Usually Lydian just left them to rest and heal in peace, the same way they would him when he was hurt. Sometimes they'd curl around him and sometimes he'd bandage them up, but usually it was a mutual arrangement to let them lick their wounds in peace. They blinked for a moment, staring at the strange male with the eye-patch before suddenly it clicked that Lydian was nowhere to be found. Ragnarok snarled, bristling up while Mordred cawed and flapped his wings before suddenly Lancelot was in front of them, smacking them both with the flat of his blades. Honestly, how rude could they be? This human was only trying to help them and Lydian. Ragnarok's paws went to cover his snout and he whimpered, but Mordred merely glared haughtily at the Pawniard before shifting his wings, inspecting the Full Heals closely. They were hurt, yes, but not enough to need someone's charity! They just needed a little time to rest, that's all.

Lydian's brow furrowed at the sounds of something scrabbling at the bark. Twisting about quickly, his lip curled up in a snarl, he growled down at whatever it was trying to invade his tree, brow furrowing when he saw the small male on the ground at the foot of the tree, having obviously slipped and fallen back to the earth again. "They know to leave!" he called down in a warning growl, the sound rumbling out of his chest like a storm in the distance. "I'm not getting them hurt again for trying to follow me on my path!"

OOC:
... Lydian is such a buzzkill. DX

Team-

Lancelot ~ Ragnarok ~ Mordred

[erik]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; vertical-align: top;][STYLE=width: 266px; padding: 17px 17px; text-align: justify; font: 11px tahoma; background: #190A11; border-radius: 50px 0px 0px 50px; color: #b8bfc3; float: left; -moz-border-radius: 50px 0px 0px 50px;]Through the bruised bottom he was rubbing, Erik realized the two bruised and hurt Pokemon were not touching his Full Heal, and deciding to abandon the human for now, stubborn that he was, Erik wandered over to the two Pokemon, and crouched down in front of them again, this time both knees bent in a kneel as he nudged the Full Heal forward once more. "C'mon, take it." he murmured, and then paused when he realized that they probably were exactly like their trainer, way too prideful to accept anything from someone else. Pausing, Erik gave a thoughtful look up at the dramatic looking dark-haired male, and then down at the two Pokemon. "If you take it now, you'll be fully healed and well enough to help me coax your trainer down, right? And I could certainly use some help." Erik finally offered with a genial grin. Turning his attention back on the human, a worried look pursed his lips. Someone else who looked on might wonder just why in the world was Erik so concerned over strangers that his Eevee had stumbled upon. But in all honesty, if you knew Erik enough, you would know that this was no surprising instance. Erik was known to always help people, and half of his team were rescues from terrible situations. The guy could never walk away from someone who needed help. With hands on his waist, the guy studied the situation, and then bit his lips as he worked his brain. Perking up when he finally moved instead of laying there like a corpse, Erik frowned at his words. "Being hurt is an inevidable way of life. No one is invincible. Why do you think they invented medications and Potions for your pokemon?" Erik reasoned, taking a couple of steps closer before he spoke again. "Now could you come down please? Or I'll just try to climb up again. Or your puppy might, and one of us might fall and you'll have our hurt on your conscience." Erik cajoled, giving a curious look at the Poochyena, before he focused the one uncovered eye on the guy pretending to be a bird on the bough again. [/style] [STYLE=font: 35px impact; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: -415px; line-height: 35px; -o-transform: rotate(90deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(90deg); margin-left: -10px; float: right; color: #8DA4AC;][STYLE=letter-spacing: 2px;]I'M GLAD [/style]YOU CAME[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background: #8DA4AC; width: 100px; padding: 5px; margin-top: -310px; margin-right: 5px; text-transform: uppercase; font: 10px orator std; text-align: justify; line-height: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #000;]Turn the lights out now Now I'll take you by the hand Hand you another drink Drink it if you can Can you spend a little time, Time is slipping away from us so stay, Stay with me I can make, Make you glad you came The sun goes down The stars come out And all that counts is here and now My universe will never be the same [/style]

[STYLE=font-family: ms gothic; font-size: 12px; text-transform: uppercase;]MADE BY jumpstart! of btn, ote and ls[/style]

[Lydian Bellecourt]

Mordred raised his head proudly as the human approached them again, fluttering his feathers to show off his handsome plumage. He was Mordred! There was nothing he could not do alone! He did not need the help of this stupid human! It was because of humans that their Trainer was sulking in the first place. Honestly, Lydian was volatile, but he was only so when he was hurt; Mordred had found that out when he had Pecked the Houndoom Gijinka on the head when they'd first met and then nearly gotten a Flamethrower in his face. Not one of his smartest decisions by far. Ragnarok, however, knew exactly how hurt he was, and although wary of the human, if Lancelot trusted him, then so would he. He yapped a little, nudging the Full Heal back towards him with a little wagging tail. He didn't need a Full Heal, he just needed a little rest in his Pokeball. The Absol hadn't been nearly as bad as Lydian had been when he'd first been captured. He then raised his nose into the wind, sniffing a few times before padding over to the tree where Lydian was resting, yapping up at his Trainer. He wasn't going to try climbing the tree, Mordred had abandoned him in enough of them to give him a healthy fear of heights, but that didn't mean he wouldn't sit at the foot of it and yap until his Trainer came back down.

Lydian growled again. "It is one thing for the hurt to be on the exterior. Wounds scar over. It is the ones on the inside that will forever bleed." He then turned away, content to live out his days in the tree until some divine lightning bolt from the heavens came down to put an end to his suffering and bleeding heart, when suddenly he wasn't allowed to anymore. Mordred, taking offense to the fact that these idiots couldn't get his dumb Trainer out of the tree, flapped his wings and fluttered onto one of the lower branches. From there, it was a simple matter to hop up through the tangled mess of branches until he managed to find one about level with Lydian's head. From there, it was a simple matter to divebomb his Trainer and knock him off his branch, the Houndoom Gijinka letting out an indignant roar as he fell on his ass, immediately sitting up unharmed and glaring up at his Murkrow with a baleful expression.

OOC:
... When a Lydian is up a tree, the correct thing to do is attack him and make him fall on his ass. That is all.

Team-

Lancelot ~ Ragnarok ~ Mordred

[erik]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; vertical-align: top;][STYLE=width: 266px; padding: 17px 17px; text-align: justify; font: 11px tahoma; background: #190A11; border-radius: 50px 0px 0px 50px; color: #b8bfc3; float: left; -moz-border-radius: 50px 0px 0px 50px;]My my, these two Pokemon of his were as prideful as their master weren't they. Blinking, Erik picked up the Full Heal the Poochyena had nudged back at him with a curioius look. "Are you sure?" he couldn't help but ask, a little skeptical, but ended up sighing and putting the bottles back in his bag when both Pokemon bounded towards their master. Well, he would be nearby if anything got worst, so Erik guessed it wouldn't hurt for now. Turning on his heels so he could look up when the guy spoke, Erik's jaw dropped, and he gaped at the faceless guy fr a minute. "Forever bleed? What are you, Shakespeare?" he asked in surprise, and then shook his head and heaved a sigh. "Don't be such a drama queen and get down here. At least for your Pokemon. Look at how your Poochyena feels." Erik started to coax again, all whilst his blue eyes calculated how exactly could he get on that stupid bough without falling once again. Before he could even formulate a proper plan however, the Murkrow beat him to it by more or less attacking his trainer out of the tree, and as the tall man dropped at his feet, Erik blinked in surprise, and then gave a nonchalant shrug as he exchanged a look with his Pidgey who had alighted herself on his shoulder. "That works." he murmured with an amused smile, nudging his Eevee with his foot to caution him. Chaos was adamant on checking out the Poochyena, and as Erik ventured closer to the fallen male, Chaos went nearer to the dark type puppy incuriosity. Erik however, was too preoccupied to see what his Eevee was doing. Atlanta fluttered away as Erik crouched down next to the guy, and grinned up at the Murkrow. "Don't be so mad at him. Like I said, they only wanted you out of there. Don't be so hard on yourself when they don't blame you at all." Erik reasoned, before turning those same pair of piercing blue gaze to the guy, and smiled. "The name's Erik. Now mind telling me why you were pretending to be a Slakoth?" [/style] [STYLE=font: 35px impact; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: -415px; line-height: 35px; -o-transform: rotate(90deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(90deg); margin-left: -10px; float: right; color: #8DA4AC;][STYLE=letter-spacing: 2px;]I'M GLAD [/style]YOU CAME[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background: #8DA4AC; width: 100px; padding: 5px; margin-top: -310px; margin-right: 5px; text-transform: uppercase; font: 10px orator std; text-align: justify; line-height: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #000;]Turn the lights out now Now I'll take you by the hand Hand you another drink Drink it if you can Can you spend a little time, Time is slipping away from us so stay, Stay with me I can make, Make you glad you came The sun goes down The stars come out And all that counts is here and now My universe will never be the same [/style]

[STYLE=font-family: ms gothic; font-size: 12px; text-transform: uppercase;]MADE BY jumpstart! of btn, ote and ls[/style]

[Lydian Bellecourt]

Mordred preened up on the branch he decided to claim as his perch, feathers ruffling happily. Hah, take that, stupid human! He'd succeeded to knock Lydian down where no one else had before! Considering it a job well done, he glided down to his Pokeball, tapping his beak to the button and going back in for a well-deserved rest. Feathers didn't just regrow themselves, you know. It took time and effort to grow them back and then keep them maintained, and none of the stupid individuals without feathers seemed to realize that. Hmph, the day they did would be a miracle day.

Ragnarok sniffed a few times before he smelled something strange. Nose twitching, he turned about a few times, trying to find it, before he finally tripped over a stray root and fell on his snout, paws splayed out ridiculously on either side. And that was when he saw it. Another one of those Eevees. A low growl started in his throat as his hackles raised up before another thought occurred to him. This Eevee didn't belong to the bad man. This Eevee belonged to the good male who was trying to help their Trainer. Tail wagging as he scrambled back to his paws, he bounded forward to sniff at the Eevee curiously, well aware of Lancelot standing close to Lydian's belt chain with the Pokeballs, ready to strike should things go wrong. That was Lancelot, ever the worrier.

Lydian glared up at the sky. "Yeah, well, I was up there so they'd go away. They don't deserve a Trainer who gets them hurt as much as I do." He glared back at the cheerful boy with narrowed crimson eyes, a silent warning that not all was as it seemed with him and that intruders in his personal matters were unwelcome and would be dealt with in a severely harsh manner. "Lydian. And it's a long story I'd rather not go into. Let's just say the path I walk is a dark one and best done alone and leave it at that, okay?"

OOC:
Short post is short and full of failure.

Team-

Lancelot ~ Ragnarok ~ Mordred

[erik]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; vertical-align: top;][STYLE=width: 266px; padding: 17px 17px; text-align: justify; font: 11px tahoma; background: #190A11; border-radius: 50px 0px 0px 50px; color: #b8bfc3; float: left; -moz-border-radius: 50px 0px 0px 50px;]Turning to watch the Poochyena carefully when he started growling, Erik bit his lip when Chaos warily backed off, but eventually breathed a sigh of relief when the hostility somehow turned in to a gentle curious friendship, and with his tail wagging, Chaos too lost his apprehensiveness about the Poocheyena and squealed happily. Chuckling, the guy reached in to his messenger back again, thhis time pulling out a glass jar full of poffins he had bought this morning, and pulled out a couple. Offering one each to his Pidgey and Eevee, the guy eventually turned his attention to the other two, and placed them on the ground, nudging it in the Pawniard and Poochyena's general direction, before turning back to Lydian as he spoke. A raised brow showed Erik's skepticism when he heard his words, and inwardly rolled his eyes. While Erik was mostly a passive soul, he was also rational and logical, and somehow felt as if this Lydian character was just blowing things out of proportion. Nevertheless, his Pokemon being hurt was very real though, andhe couldn't help but wonder how much of their trainer was hurt as well. Glancing at his crimson eyes with his own ice blue ones, it was as if the two were polar opposites, yet Erik couldn't help but give an amused smile as he finally settled to sit on the ground. "The only dark path you walk is if you try to walk off a cliff in the middle of the night." Erik muttered, rummaging in his bag and pulling out his bottle of water, tossing it at Lydian. "Now, are you hurt? I see your Pokemon being hurt, so I assume you guys were in a pretty horrible battle." Erik surmised, his gem-like eyes that no normal human would have glanced at Lydian, taking in the dark hair and pale complexion and realizing that the guy looked quite similar to his own. No human could look like that... could he? However, that was no question to ask a defensive man who just fell out of a tree. Instead, Erik decided to scrutinize the man, and focused his eyes on trying to find out any injuries on the man. [/style] [STYLE=font: 35px impact; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: -415px; line-height: 35px; -o-transform: rotate(90deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(90deg); margin-left: -10px; float: right; color: #8DA4AC;][STYLE=letter-spacing: 2px;]I'M GLAD [/style]YOU CAME[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background: #8DA4AC; width: 100px; padding: 5px; margin-top: -310px; margin-right: 5px; text-transform: uppercase; font: 10px orator std; text-align: justify; line-height: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #000;]Turn the lights out now Now I'll take you by the hand Hand you another drink Drink it if you can Can you spend a little time, Time is slipping away from us so stay, Stay with me I can make, Make you glad you came The sun goes down The stars come out And all that counts is here and now My universe will never be the same [/style]

[STYLE=font-family: ms gothic; font-size: 12px; text-transform: uppercase;]MADE BY jumpstart! of btn, ote and ls[/style]

[Lydian Bellecourt]

Oooooh, what was that lovely new good smell. His little nose twitching, he tried to follow it, mostly turning in little circles around himself before he finally found it, a little circle of round wonderful smells. Delighted, he thought nothing of scarfing it down, bouncing when the yummy tastes hit his senses. He'd never had one of these round things of goodness! He must have more! Seeing another on the ground, he ran and ate that one two, shoving it down his gullet happily with a wagging tail. Lancelot, understanding what it was, merely let out a little metallic rustling sound similar to a chuckle. He had never really been fond of Poffins in the first place. Even the few he had tasted that were made well simply did not appeal to his taste buds. Instead, he merely settled down next to the Pokeballs, content to take a break for a while and see what happened between this kind soul and the poor one of their Trainer.

Lydian was surprised that the male, Erik his mind supplied for him - it was rare for him to have a name to place to a face these days and rarer still was the actual desire to use that name - in a stunning display that left him a little off-kilter, would choose to sit next to him despite the clear aura of danger and solitude he was exuding. He caught the water bottle deftly, not really aware he was moving until he felt the dull thump in his palm at the feeling. Such kindness... it had been a long time since he had seen such a thing, much less been the receiver of it. Life was cruel to a Gijinka who had no home, no family, and no Pokemon. "Ha ha, very funny," he replied dryly, sarcasm abundant in his tone. "Clearly you've not walked a path like mine then." He unscrewed the cap of the water bottle, taking a swallow before replacing it and setting it on the grass. "And no, I'm not injured. Ragnarok and Mordred took the brunt of it, though they dodged far more than they avoided." The water had a slight burn to it going down, but all water did these days. One of the downsides to being a Fire-Type Gijinka meant that water, unless it was scalding, usually didn't agree with him. "A horrible battle though... you could say that. They may not have been through one... but I certainly have." His head hung low, and there was only one word that came to his mind to describe him at the current moment: beaten

OOC:
... Lydi, why are you in a self-pitying mood today? ._.

Team-

Lancelot ~ Ragnarok ~ Mordred

[erik]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; vertical-align: top;][STYLE=width: 266px; padding: 17px 17px; text-align: justify; font: 11px tahoma; background: #190A11; border-radius: 50px 0px 0px 50px; color: #b8bfc3; float: left; -moz-border-radius: 50px 0px 0px 50px;]The Poochyena was amusing really, and Erik couldn't help but wonder how could such a sweet natured little pup get saddled with his bad tempered trainer. Not that Erik himself wasn't sticking around, but still... it amused him. Settling down, the guy raised a brow at his sarcasm, and then chuckled again at the dark reply. By then, the dark haired Sableye gijinka was no longer surprised by his dark harrowing words, but just amused by how much self-pity a person could have, before he focused on the more important fact of how he wasn't injured. Well, at least that was a relief, sine he seemed to have run out of bandage and ointments, but obviously this one had more bruises to his pride then anything. A skeptical brow was raised again, and then Erik shook his head ruefully, picking up his forgotten sandwich and peeling back its wrap, before pulling out one of it to offer to Lydian. The other one he held, and bit down on it, savoring the spicy tuna filling before asking "Well, mind telling me about it?" he asked, perhaps something not everyone would do. Who made small talk with someone anyway? Not everyone. But Erik was not everyone, and he at least wanted to put some salve on what obviously was a wounded ego the other guy had. That, and Erik found himself quite intrigued by his self-pitying words, intrigued and amused actually. Even his blue eyes danced with merriment as he saw the way a low aura seem to hang around the male, and Erik playfully nudged at him to get him talking.[/style] [STYLE=font: 35px impact; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: -415px; line-height: 35px; -o-transform: rotate(90deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(90deg); margin-left: -10px; float: right; color: #8DA4AC;][STYLE=letter-spacing: 2px;]I'M GLAD [/style]YOU CAME[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background: #8DA4AC; width: 100px; padding: 5px; margin-top: -310px; margin-right: 5px; text-transform: uppercase; font: 10px orator std; text-align: justify; line-height: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #000;]Turn the lights out now Now I'll take you by the hand Hand you another drink Drink it if you can Can you spend a little time, Time is slipping away from us so stay, Stay with me I can make, Make you glad you came The sun goes down The stars come out And all that counts is here and now My universe will never be the same [/style]

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[Lydian Bellecourt]

Lydian tried to search within himself for feeling. Namely for anger, envy, bitterness, even a touch of hatred would do. Anything to convince this little slip of a thing that he was highly dangerous and not to be tampered with. He couldn't find it. He couldn't find a single spark of a flame to turn against Erik. He could find a little bit of flame deep inside him, though, it simply... it simply would not come forth. He sighed heavily, just shaking his head. He had thought he'd left all sympathetic cares of this kind behind him a long time ago when he'd left his sister behind to pursue her hopes of making a better life for herself, but apparently... apparently Erik brought out that softer part of his instincts that not only recognized him as nonthreatening but also as something that needed to be protected at the very least, if not taken care of.

His stomach growled softly at the scent of food, but he still blinked at the offering before reluctantly taking it, nibbling on the edges of it as if he was wary there was something in it that would disagree with him. It wasn't that he was trying to insult Erik, not at all, but more that he was very much aware of what happened when he ate something he wasn't supposed to. Houndooms were actually surprisingly picky eaters. "I'd... I'd rather not talk about it..." he muttered, gaze averted towards the sparkling water of the lake. "It's a long story... and one it hurts me to retell..." Even a nudge at his side, something that ordinarily would have convinced him to snarl and snap at the perpetrator, instead merely made him glare in a silent warning - he refused to call it a request because, dammit, he was not going to admit that he would have trouble following through on this one! - with narrowed crimson eyes. Why couldn't he seem to summon his seemingly-endless anger? What was wrong with him?

OOC:
... Yes, Lydi, what IS wrong with you? XD

Team-

Lancelot ~ Ragnarok ~ Mordred

[erik]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; vertical-align: top;][STYLE=width: 266px; padding: 17px 17px; text-align: justify; font: 11px tahoma; background: #190A11; border-radius: 50px 0px 0px 50px; color: #b8bfc3; float: left; -moz-border-radius: 50px 0px 0px 50px;]It was odd, that Erik was feeling more then just simple charity and empathy when it came to Lydian. In fact, the dark haired boy would probably class it as amusement, perhaps a little curiosity as well? Erik somehow found his rather self-pitying statements endearing, coming from a guy who supposedly looks big and scary. But the guy couldn't seem to muster up an ounce of fear for him, though that could perhaps be credited to the fact that Lydian looked more like a wounded puppy then anything now. His small frame was made to look even smaller when Erik hugged hius legs to himself, and cocked his head to one side as Lydian muttered, nibbling on his food. Not even flinching when the guy shot a glare at him, Erik took another mouthful of his food, and then motioned at the one he had given Lydian with a nod of his head. "Eat up, or you're going to wither away. And as much as you would like that, your Pokemon ain't gonna be too happy with that." he reasoned, and then glanced at the Poochyena with amusement. "Although I think your Poochyena might eat up your food first before realizing what happened." Erik teased, grinning. His red eyes were intriguing, almost ruby-like in contrast to his diamond-like eyes, and Erik found himself staring right back, a twinkle dancing in his eyes as he bit off another part of his sandwich. "I didn't poison that you know, promise. Cross my heart, hope to die." he murmured again, more coaxingly then anything now. Offering the final piece of his dinner to his sniffing Eevee, Erik eventually dusted his hands, and picked up the bottle of water to take a shallow swig from it. "Now, are you sure you don't need any tending to? Don't have to be so prideful you know. Being humble is better then being dead, and i think you would have so much more to live for then to just die away like that?" [/style] [STYLE=font: 35px impact; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: -415px; line-height: 35px; -o-transform: rotate(90deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(90deg); margin-left: -10px; float: right; color: #8DA4AC;][STYLE=letter-spacing: 2px;]I'M GLAD [/style]YOU CAME[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background: #8DA4AC; width: 100px; padding: 5px; margin-top: -310px; margin-right: 5px; text-transform: uppercase; font: 10px orator std; text-align: justify; line-height: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #000;]Turn the lights out now Now I'll take you by the hand Hand you another drink Drink it if you can Can you spend a little time, Time is slipping away from us so stay, Stay with me I can make, Make you glad you came The sun goes down The stars come out And all that counts is here and now My universe will never be the same [/style]

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[Lydian Bellecourt]

Lydian was just... he didn't even know what to think anymore as soon as he chanced looking over and saw that Erik seemed so... so very small. Every instinct in his body was telling him that this male was no threat to him, that he was the kind that would be happy to snuggle up to an Alpha at night and lick clean any wounds that were there to be found. In the wild, this was the kind of boy who would live or die according to his pack and how closely he was bound to the Alpha. Yes, Lydian's instincts liked this development, liked them very much. He was the Alpha male around here, in spite of the beating his Pokemon had just taken, and seeing this smaller, more submissive male was doing a good deal to calm down his shame and hurt.

"I don't usually eat much," he stated quietly, the tone strange to his ears when it was unmarred by the rumble of a growl or the sharp tang of a snarl lurking just behind it. "Just usually what I can find from wild berries or buy on the rare occasions I manage to scrounge up a little money." After taking a quick sniff to pacify himself that it didn't contain anything he knew he couldn't eat, he took a good bite out of the sandwich, eyes widening in surprise at the nice kick it had to it. He hadn't really been fond of spicy foods until he'd become a Gijinka, but now... now he loved it, though he made a conscious effort to not tear into it as he might have if it were just him, a nod to Erik and his presence. "Yeah, Ragnarok tends not to look before he leaps into things." He turned to look at the little Poochyena, unaware of a fond smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I wouldn't trade him for the world though."

Turning back to meet Erik's eyes, he nodded. "You don't have it in you to intentionally poison someone," he stated impassively. "I'm just a little... picky about what I eat is all." He then scoffed lightly at the offer. "Please, I'm not that clumsy. I spent most of my time fighting the damn Gijinka anyway, and he couldn't hope to hurt me. Shadow Balls don't do much on people like me." He purposefully ignored the last part of that, not wanting to go into it. He didn't really want to die... but then again, he didn't really have anything to live for either. Just how was he supposed to answer that then?

OOC:
... Lydi, make up your mind, depressed or mooning after him. -_-

Team-

Lancelot ~ Ragnarok ~ Mordred

[erik]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; vertical-align: top;][STYLE=width: 266px; padding: 17px 17px; text-align: justify; font: 11px tahoma; background: #190A11; border-radius: 50px 0px 0px 50px; color: #b8bfc3; float: left; -moz-border-radius: 50px 0px 0px 50px;]Erik was small, even for his age and gender. More often the once, Erik's either been teased for his height and size, or people had taken advantage of his small stature to bully him, and Erik being Erik hardly fought back. As such, the guy tended to avoid markets and more crowded places, not really liking socially involved places any longer. Raising a brow at the admission, Erik frowned, not at all liking what he heard. To him, people needed proper meals and proper nutrition, and the fact that Lydian survived on berries and scrounged up food was just... not right to Erik. Making a subconcious decision to make sure at least that Lydian ate well, the guy grinned when he realized Lydian's reaction probably meant that he liked the food. But the smaller guy couldn't help but continue looking at him, finding himself quite intrigued when Lydian just stared at his Poochyena, seemingly quite capable of giving out some form of emotion, something that he seemed to deny. Blinking when Lydian turned back to face him, his features arranged themselves in to a little pout at Lydian's statement, but Erik never further then an "I-" on his protest, before it died on his lips as he realized what Lydian said was probably correct. Giving a sheepish grin instead, the guy bit his lip, and then raised a brow at the confident statement Lydian said afterward. "Really? Can I try?" he teased cheekily, raising a palm to let a shadow ball poof in to his palm harmlessly. Oddly enough, Erik was so concentrated on Lydian, the normally alert boy hardly noticed the rustle of the bushes behind them. [/style] [STYLE=font: 35px impact; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: -415px; line-height: 35px; -o-transform: rotate(90deg); -webkit-transform: rotate(90deg); -moz-transform: rotate(90deg); margin-left: -10px; float: right; color: #8DA4AC;][STYLE=letter-spacing: 2px;]I'M GLAD [/style]YOU CAME[/style] [STYLE=float: right; background: #8DA4AC; width: 100px; padding: 5px; margin-top: -310px; margin-right: 5px; text-transform: uppercase; font: 10px orator std; text-align: justify; line-height: 10px; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #000;]Turn the lights out now Now I'll take you by the hand Hand you another drink Drink it if you can Can you spend a little time, Time is slipping away from us so stay, Stay with me I can make, Make you glad you came The sun goes down The stars come out And all that counts is here and now My universe will never be the same [/style]

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