Never done a blog roll before, so now that I have four, I’ll just throw it out in regards to their relationships between each other and their collective former trainer.
@spiky-thief Veteran of a vast number of trainer battles. Also suffered the most in the hands of his ruthless trainer. He ended up escaping and later, killing the human.
@solitaryaura Used to be the youngest among the group. Took her freedom when her trainer died as a way for her to become independant, however, she struggles on her own.
@evileyesx Sableye who’s powers greatly increased from the humans vicious way of training. While most struggled, she found her raise in strength welcomed. Greatly resents Rivor for killing her trainer.
@business-coney A Raboot who thrived upon getting released from the trainer’s clutches. While quiet and reserved, he has started to gain a mastery over mechanical engineering and resides in his own underground shop.
Joseph pulls Rivor in for a hug, and gives him a smooch.
And that was exactly the kind of attention Rivor needed right now. His arms wrapped around Joseph as a soft sigh passes through his nostrils. This was comfy~
“Yay! I’m so happy!” Exclaims Molly, hugging the ground type Pokemon even tighter (which wasn’t much more than her prior hug strength level.) If the child could, she would’ve picked Rivor up and twirled him around like a cherished doll.
“We can play in my room! And Papa can read us stories every night!” The little girl started to ramble on the various activities she and the Pokemon could do together. “And and.. oh! We could battle other trainers!” A spark shone in Molly’s eyes with that suggestion.
lGoing through games and having the girl’s father read through stories wasn’t so bad. What did worry him was the mention of her putting him in fight’s against other Pokémon. If that was true, then the worst could be the case. As much as Rivor wanted to protect Molly, he had killed multiple Pokémon thanks to his power in the past.
“ Chhh… can we … whhh … wait with the fighting ? “
He insisted, still staying close to Molly and even hugging her when the timing called for it. His claws, as always, being careful not to cut the child.
“ All I know is two things; My dragon lady has been working hard … “
This was in turn a response to the positive way Karie had reacted to how their relationship was forming. Second of all was his more greedy and commanding nature which shined through just moments later
“ Second of all, if I don’t have this beautiful dragoness in my cave by the end of the day, I don’t know what I’ll do. She’s too pretty to leave here. “
The surge of emotion Syl had felt upon first laying eyes on the kit had ebbed away into a more constant flow. She could never have seen this coming, but by the time it had happened, she’d felt her situation was safe and stable enough that she wanted to keep the egg instead of giving it away.
And now, more than ever, she knew she’d made the right decision. Just seeing her son in her arms, the first tender contact between him and his father… it felt right. She even found herself smiling.
The kit’s tiny digits hooked around the blunt back edge of Rivor’s claw,
holding it close as he brought his nose in to sniff like the curious
little fox he was. He might still be too young to say much, Pokéspeak or not,
but he answered the Sandslash’ comment with another soft yip right as he let
go. Whoever this Pokémon was, he already trusted him as much as his mother.
“What should we name him? I, uh. I wanted to suggest Rufus.”
The topic had come up before, and she’d brought up the name once when talking to Rivor’s mother. Ezra had liked the name… but she hadn’t gotten around to sharing it with Rivor himself yet.
“What do you think?”
Much like his mother had done when the name was mentioned, Rivor repeated it in a positive light. Whatever his reason was for why didn’t matter too much. He clearly liked it from the first mention. He’d love to call his son that from now on.
“ Rufus ! Oh, I like that ! You’ll grow up to be a stud. Just like your father. Isn’t that right, little Rufus ? “
Right as he said this, his claws would take a much less conservative motion and pet the top of the little one’s head. It seemed that feeling the pup’s paw was enough to get him confident in his own actions.
As this went in, his eyes were almost firmly glued on the Zorua in question. despite his girlfriend asking what he thought of the name. This lead to a bit of a delay before he finally repsonded.
“ Sounds badass. Rufus ! Like father, like mother; it’s the name of a badass. I’ll happily call him by that name~ “
It seems Rivor was satisfied by the name chosen. But the reason why he accepted it was made all too clear.
