Misdirection and torment

    Indie roleplaying blog. Pokémon OC Sableye. Low activity. Semi-selective. Multiship. Penned by Ganz.  Follows back on Spiky-thief  

[evil-eyes-x]

"I'm learning a lot...he's even giving me dating tips...which I'm not too interested in."

The imp tilted her head upon hearing this information, a slight bit of confustion seen in the gems that was her eyes.

" Salvador, you are not there to get dating tips. You're there to find out what makes him suffer. Do you understand ? "

She took another step closer.

" He's not your friend, he's your enemy. You haven't forgotten that, right ? "

[evil-eyes-x]

syllusion:

While Sylvia could have just told Rivor by herself, she had a distinct feeling he’d have an easier time believing and accepting the truth when Wylla said it. Any illusion she might put up to mimic the Sableye wouldn’t be perfect, either, considering the Sandslash had known her much longer than Syl had.

She huffed at Wylla’s response. “Huh. That’s exactly the opposite of my training. But that hasn’t stopped me before.”

Part of her wanted to explain exactly what she meant, but she thought better of it – instead she tightened her grip just enough to stop her foe from interrupting her, whilst leaning in close to snarl her next words. Her patience was reaching its limits, and it took every ounce of restraint she had not to strike.

“Do you think I wanted to let Elias live? If I’d done what I wanted to, he wouldn’t be much more than bones right now. I’m not asking you to thank me. But I hope you know I’m not fucking around.”

Her feet shifted, putting more of her weight atop Wylla and forcing her back deeper into the grass.

“You’re coming with me. I’m not giving you a choice here. Not anymore. Keep your mouth shut if you really have to. Just having you with me should be enough. Awake or not.”

She leaned in further, staring deep into the eyes of her fractured reflection.

“Alive or not.”

It was clear that the Sableye was well in over her head. Whatever the case may be, she was not budging. For the case of her own pride, it seemed that it was more important for her to withhold her pride than her own survival. 

This wasn’t to be all too unexpected. Even Rivor had shown similar traits when it came to what it meant by seeming weak. The difference was that the Sandslash had been able to control that. With Wylla though, it was way more internal. She couldn’t let this go. 

She’ll die before she gives in.

    “  I said NO !! I will not ! I REFUSE !!  “

The imp violently forced these words out of her system as loud as she was able to.. which in turn was quite weak because of how the Zoroark was pinning her into the ground. 

As much as she could move, she grulingly forced one of her arms free, swiftly raising the claw into the air as much as she could.

     “  You won’t break me !  “

In one last ditch effort to break free from the pinned position, she charged up a Shadow Claw of her own towards Sylvia. Because of how pinned she was, her efforts to move were very limited.

Despite all of this.. she made the move.

[evil-eyes-x]

syllusion:

Sylvia’s fist relaxed, but only so she could brace herself and make sure Wylla wouldn’t slip out of her grip. The Sableye’s claws had begun to draw some blood and her muscles ached from straining while being punctured, but she kept an iron hold – only pulling back just enough to let her breathe without leaving any room for her to wiggle a way out.

Her own claws dug into the ground next to Wylla’s neck, trapping her still… only to push back down again to remind her who was in control, as Sylvia gave a warning snarl.

“Who said anything about grovelling?” She might never understand why some people saw telling the truth as a defeat, as admitting weakness – but she didn’t need Wylla to see her side of things. All she needed was to get her to cooperate, willingly or otherwise.

“I’m not asking you to, uh. Ask for forgiveness or anything like that. Or to be friends. I really just want you to stay the fuck away from us. You leave us alone and we’ll do the same for you. But first… you tell Rivor what you did.”

Really, that was what this was all about for her at this point. More than exact revenge on Wylla, she wanted to put Rivor’s mind at ease so they could move on and be ready when their egg hatched.

To someone who did not have the same level of need for revenge as Wylla, this would’ve really been an easy process. Her freedom in exchange for simply owning up to what she had been doing to him for the past weeks. Hell, Sylvia was bound to tell him anyway. Wasn’t as though she could go through with it. At least.. not the same way.

But this Sableye was no ordinary ‘mon. Just like Rivor, she had been raised practically since hatching that displaying weakness of any kind was strictly forbidden if one was to achieve any form of success. 

‘ We always stick to our training and NEVER show mercy until the enemy is defeated. ‘ 

This was a saying Rivor had since been able to dismiss entirely, but for Wylla, it rang true still to this day.  

    “  Then YOU tell him ! I will not show myself to that miserable traitor !  “

The imp was persistant in her choice. She was not going through with any of that. At least not willingly. The seemingly fruitless struggling against the powerful paw that held her continued.

.. and the more it went on, the more hisses emerged from her.

    “  Let me go .. LET ME GO !! I’m not telling him shit !   “

[evil-eyes-x]

"The spooky month begins! Wanna go scare people with me Wylla?"

The question, while obviously an excitement for Salvador, was merely met with a grumble on her end.. followed by a shake of her head.

    “  Only the most childish of ghosts partake in that embarrassing           excuse of a holiday. Count me out, Sal. I’m not a toddler.  “

[evil-eyes-x]

syllusion:

Even though Sylvia had never heard the name before, she didn’t need to think twice to know whom Wylla was referring to. It wasn’t the name of the Team Rocket executive she’d nearly murdered years ago, and the only other person she’d come close to killing was Rivor’s trainer. Rivor’s… and Wylla’s trainer.

Not that that tidbit of information changed much. She could tell the Sableye was trying to rile her up further, to either make her go through with it or back down – either way, it would prove whatever point she was trying to make.

With a huff, she decided she wasn’t going to play that game and give her the satisfaction… and so she did something else. She reeled herself in.

“No.”

The purplish aura of her Shadow Claw faded, but her fist remained clenched, ready to deliver a punch to Wylla’s face should she give her the slightest reason to. The attack she threatened her with was now a far less lethal one.

“But don’t think I won’t hurt you. Maybe I’ll shatter one of your eyes while I’m at it. You clearly don’t know the first fucking thing about me or Rivor.”

Sure, she could kill her right here and now – the temptation was strong even to her rational mind – but would that solve anything? A glance over her shoulder, back in the direction of her and Rivor’s home, gave her an idea. It was a way to kill two birds with one stone, so to speak, and do so much more effectively than if she were to try doing either on her own.

“This is what’s going to happen.” Her voice had lowered to a growl, still dripping with violent intent. “I’m going to take you to Rivor. You’re going to tell him everything. Tell him the shit you put him through wasn’t all in his head. Talk this out like the grown Pokémon you are and I might let you go. But if you try pulling any stunts…”

Her grip on Wylla’s throat tightened, if just for a moment.

“We can pick this back up right where we left off. Understand?”

For the time being, Wylla was forced to calm down under the grip of one irate Zoroark. She had already come to terms with the fact that she was not getting out. At least not without some major set-backs.

The threat of shattering her eye would momentarily made her hiss. As unfavorable of a fate that would’ve been, she didn’t seem fazed outside of further rage. After all, her life from the point of which her trainer was practically broken in half was purely centered around getting revenge on the Sandslash who had carried it out with Sylvia’s aid.

Thus, when the plan was laid out for them to break bread, Wylla was swiftly back to fighting against the clutch that kept her pinned.

    “  Nnhh .. NO !  “

The miniscule claws of the imp clutched tightly into the thick fur on Sylvia’s arm, pushing upward in a fruitless attempt to break free. It seemed she still had some value in her life, as she did not actually attempt any direct attack.

Despite this, she’d violently protest the idea in a fit of screaming rage.

    “  I refuse to grovel to that perverted craven !!           Blind me if you have to ! I. Will. NOT.  “

It was safe to say that she was moments away from accepting a fate much worse than what had been proposed. Her actions already made way for an incoming attack..

[syllusion]

evil-eyes-x​:

In the pursuit of getting to Rivor, it seems Wylla had instead been dealt a generous serving of rage from his girlfriend instead. Not at all what she had expected nor planned for, but if this was the road it was going to go down, then that’s how it had to be.

Fighting was imminent at this point, as the imp would find herself aggressively pinned against the grass below. It brought a heavy huff out of her as soon as she felt her back hit the ground.

Small, clawed hands would grasp the much larger one that held her. From the mere feel of the Zoroark that was above, it was clear that Wylla was no match when it came to physical strength.

But her anger was just as potent.. and the gemmed eyes soon began to glow.

   “  Get the FUCK OFF OF ME !!  “

With an irate tone leaving her, the Sableye charged an incoming attack of Night Shade from the otherwise unexpressive eyes. The flow of it came out in a powerful stream, but the shine of which did give some time to prepare for it to come.

The main idea was to get Sylvia off of her. She really should’ve escaped when she had the chance…

syllusion:

The sting of Sableye claws digging into her forearm did little to deter Sylvia at this point; if anything, such a small, nagging amount of pain only fueled her aggression. Her arm only pressed down harder against Wylla, squeezing some more air out of her lungs, but not constricting enough to actually choke her.

Of course, she didn’t expect the Sableye to take it lying down.

Her eyes narrowed, which for a split second only turned her face into even more of a mask of fury, and she dodged in two ways – one, by leaning off to one side, and two, by dragging Wylla a small ways in the opposite direction to point her eyes away from her. It didn’t work perfectly, but as a Dark-type, she didn’t have to worry much about Night Shade.

“Stay the FUCK DOWN!”

When the burst of ghostly energy subsided, she proceeded to slam Wylla into the ground once more, while raising her other arm. Her claws, and everything from the elbow down, were enveloped in a dark aura; she was about to bring a Shadow Claw down on her.

[evil-eyes-x]

The worst mistake that Wylla had done up until now was allowing Sylvia the chance to grab a hold of her. Her strength vastly outgrew her own, which was why she was trying to be hidden throughout this ordeal. She knew that she had no chance against Rivor, and that seemed to ring true for his girlfriend too. With her attack being easily dodged and dismissed, she knew her life was completely left in Sylvia’s paws.

With that in mind, she’d abandon her attempts to fight back, at least in terms of traditional fighting. If she was to get out of this powerful clutch, then it would be because the Zoroark allowed it.

That said, she did have plenty of things to say, even through the choke-hold that the other female had her in and the Shadow Claw that most predictably had her name on it..

    “  Mrrh .. y-you’re really convincing me .. you’re .. exactly like Rivor ..  “

However much she wanted to come out of this predicament alive, the rage that had built up in her mind was still just as potent as could be expected. Only miniscule parts of it had managed to get tamed thus far. The rest was still just as effective in guiding her responses.

    “  You’re .. mmrhhh .. gonna kill me like you killed Elias ?  “

She finally asked the big question. Did Sylvia mean to kill her right here, right now? As an added bonus, the name of the human was finally spoken. Rivor had, since his escape,  refused to ever speak his name.

[evil-eyes-x]

syllusion:

The tension in the air was thick enough to feel like a weight on the Zoroark’s shoulders, but she didn’t react just yet. No words left her mouth, nor did she raise a claw to do anything… she just glared at the small figure in front of her, fur and mane bristling.

Unbeknownst to and unfortunately for Wylla, attempts to rile Sylvia up and emotionally manipulate her… tended to backfire. Instead of weakening her resolve, the Sableye’s words just had her seeing red – proverbially, at least. Eyes narrowed, lips pulled back to reveal gums, and her whole body tensed up in preparation. Part of her knew and immediately drew the parallels between now and the day that had changed her life, but in a twist of irony, that just made her want to give in to her rage more. Consequences be damned.

And so she did what she’d wanted to do from the moment she’d found out Wylla had been behind the torment Rivor had been going through, right under her nose, for who knew how long.

She lunged.

Her intention was not to kill, just to pin Wylla down. If Pavel or Torus were here, she might have been more patient or tactful, but she was doing all she could to restrain herself as-is.

“You know,” she snarled. “I’ve met Pokémon like you before. You just need to realize your piece-of-shit trainer was holding you back.”

A more eloquent Pokémon might have said her trainer was a crutch or point out what Wylla had become without him, but Sylvia wasn’t much for words. If this came down to proving who had had the better trainer, she was down for a hands-on demonstration.

In the pursuit of getting to Rivor, it seems Wylla had instead been dealt a generous serving of rage from his girlfriend instead. Not at all what she had expected nor planned for, but if this was the road it was going to go down, then that’s how it had to be.

Fighting was imminent at this point, as the imp would find herself aggressively pinned against the grass below. It brought a heavy huff out of her as soon as she felt her back hit the ground.

Small, clawed hands would grasp the much larger one that held her. From the mere feel of the Zoroark that was above, it was clear that Wylla was no match when it came to physical strength.

But her anger was just as potent.. and the gemmed eyes soon began to glow.

   “  Get the FUCK OFF OF ME !!  “

With an irate tone leaving her, the Sableye charged an incoming attack of Night Shade from the otherwise unexpressive eyes. The flow of it came out in a powerful stream, but the shine of which did give some time to prepare for it to come.

The main idea was to get Sylvia off of her. She really should’ve escaped when she had the chance...

[evil-eyes-x]

syllusion:

As far as Sylvia knew, she was dealing with one irrationally vengeful Sableye who, for reasons as-yet unknown, had it out for her boyfriend. If she wasn’t a toxic ex or a previous victim of Rivor’s thieving habits, she had to wonder what Wylla’s deal was… and then it all fell into place.

“You’re…”

The Sableye on Rivor’s team? But that didn’t make any sense. At most, Sylvia would have expected her to be surprised to be free again, maybe lost and unsure of what to do or where to go, but this?

“…uh. I see.”

She shook her head and brought a claw back up to her chest, as if preparing for a fight. Even with this new context, she couldn’t think of any good reason why Wylla might want to do this to them. Didn’t she know what her trainer had done to Rivor and the others? Didn’t she know he and Sylvia had a child to raise and protect now? Or… did she just not care?

“So what the fuck makes you think it’s okay to do any of this? Just because we hurt your trainer? The guy was an asshole. He treated Rivor like shit and I’m sure he didn’t do much better with you. We did you a favor by getting rid of him.”

If Wylla wanted to convince her otherwise, she’d have to come up with a very convincing argument. Something that could override the things Sylvia had seen and heard for herself, not just from Rivor’s mouth but with her own senses as well. That scar around the Sandslash’ neck… no one who did that to their Pokémon was worth defending, let alone forgiving.

The Sableye drew a sharp breath through her nostrils after the Zoroark affirmed that she did in fact recognize her. To the imp, that was a night she’d come to remember to the day she dies. It was life-changing for everyone involved.. but in the case of Wylla (and the human victim), she was practically the only one who took a purely negative brunt of it.

A hiss soon followed suit. The way she had acted towards the Sandslash was vile for sure, she was still adamant that she was in the right. Rivor was getting what was coming to him. This was revenge.. and she wanted to do to him what he had done to her.

    “  You didn’t just hurt him ! You BROKE him !!  “

Wylla responded and stomped her foot to the ground. It hardly made a sound due to her minuscule size and was more a display of her anger than anything. That emotion was already being reflected in her balled-up hands, but the action only amplified this.

Again, she was hesitant to actually attack. She had no doubt that both Sylvia and Rivor could beat her in a straight fight.. which was why she had taken the approach of emotional manipulation instead. 

     “   Ooh ! ‘cause Rivor was too much of a pussy to take the heat,           he’ll take the chance away from everyone else ?! FUCK THAT !  “

Despite saying this with confidence, she decided to take a step back in case she’d get some direct.. feedback. Maybe it would be in her best interest to bail from this encounter soon..

      “  Rivor has made his bed .. now he’s damn sure gonna lie in it ..  “

[evil-eyes-x]

"I've learned Rivor might despise himself? That's more theory than not. I am trying but he's closing off. I am training with him, he's a very harsh teacher I've noticed."

   “  Interesting thought .. keep on looking into that. But you say he’s training        you and he’s harsh about it ? That means he has gone back to old ways.  “

The ways his trainer taught him.

   “  That ... FUCKING hypocritical piece of shit !! That- I’m gonna- .. I want you-        alright .. fuck .. never mind. Keep training with him, see what he does.  “

[evil-eyes-x]

syllusion:

And there it was. Sylvia had expected to need to pry and… convince the Sableye to tell her exactly why she was doing any of this to Rivor, but instead, Wylla had willingly laid it all out into the open, even if it was in an attempt to get her to take her side.

Unfortunately for her, Syl knew her boyfriend better than that, and she didn’t quite react in the way Wylla might have hoped.

Narrowed, glimmering teal eyes glared down into the other’s strange, gem-like lenses, searching her strange features for any hint of what was truly going on behind them. All she could see, however, was that same visceral anger she’d already picked up on from afar.

“I’ll ask you some questions,” she spat. “First off. What the fuck is your problem? Are you his ex or something?” And even so, what could possibly have happened between them to put Wylla hellbent on the path of vengeance?

She could try and tell her how revenge was not the answer, how Rivor wasn’t the ‘mon he had once used to be, but now was not the time for either of those discussions. Wylla had crossed a line, if not several, and that needed to be addressed first and foremost.

“I don’t know what… history you have with him. But if you’re going to talk shit, I hope you can back it up.”

Had Wylla been caught in a more controlled moment, she most certainly would have withdrawn from laying out such vital information out in the open. But Sylvia had confronted her in a moment of emotional vulnerability. The imp was enraged. Fueled by the hatred for the one Sandslash who had brought her to this point.

Upon being asked what their relationship was, she’d only scoff. It might have made sense for that to be the case, but of course, the relationship they once had was a lot more complicated than that. 

Her head only slowly shook from side-to-side at that point.

  “  No. If I was his ex, I would’ve gone about this in a very different way.  “

As difficult as it was for Wylla to keep herself contained from simply slandering the Sandslash into the ground, she did manage to keep herself somewhat restrained. She could tell that this was hardly a Pokémon who’d be an easy fight. Should she get too involved and fall into the Zoroarks grip.. well.. she could be in some serious trouble.

That’s not so say she backed down. The response to Sylvia’s second statement would see the imp go back to her more sharp, vindictive tone.

    “  ‘Talk shit’ ? I’ve said nothing but truth. Strange.. you don’t recognize me.         I was there when you two took apart the man who made Rivor who he is ..  “

A pair of clawed hands furiously closed at that point. Her emotions were lightly boiling over now.. but she tried to contain it. 

[evil-eyes-x]

"Rivor tends to not like it when I act silly or play pranks. He seems to think it makes him look weak somehow."

   “  Good. Continue to do that. He IS weak .. so make him feel that way.  “

A single claw gently tapped against the bottom of her chin. 

    “  Keep digging. That’s a fine start, but I need to know what breaks him.         I want to know what brings that bastard to his knees.            You’ve done well thus far, Sal. Keep it up.  “

[evil-eyes-x]

"Well, I'm happy to steal some...I have grudges to those types of humans who hoard those."

  “  That’s cute .. but I don’t want you for stealing gems.  “

Wylla, while somewhat appreciative that he’d willingly ask to do so for her, would deny this outright. This was not what he had planned for him. His duty was for something bigger.

    “  Your job is to keep trust with that Sandslash like I TOLD you. Got that ?  “

[evil-eyes-x]

"Do you eat gems like the books say you do? Or is that rude to ask?"

    “  I do eat gems, yeah. They’re delicious.  “

[evil-eyes-x]

*Bows like before.*

   “  I see you haven’t forgotten who’s in charge here.  “

Wylla kept her eyes looking down at the Sneasel who had just bowed before her. She knew exactly what she could do with someone who had such a dedicated loyalty to her. 

.. and she was to make it known that she’d have many expectations from him going forward.

    “  Don’t you ever forget .. I’ll hold you to it.  “

[syllusion]

evil-eyes-x​:

After the noise she had heard, the imp remained alert and on edge. If anyone was around.. she had to hope that it was not Rivor. From this point forward, she hoped to be giving him a much harder time than she already has. She wanted to see the Sandslash crumble. To have anyone who loves him see the spiky ‘mon for what he really was. For what he was to her. As her own saying went; He took her trainer from her.

With her eyes focused elsewhere, the sudden rush from the “Sandslash” took her by surprise. It stunned her, startled her even. What we doing back here? Was he not affected by the trick she had just pulled? She would’ve hoped he was curled up into a ball at this point, losing his mind one step at a time. Instead, the illusion had convinced her that Rivor was once again out and about, having gotten over her little trick.

It enraged her.. enough to where her clawed hands would ball up and tremble. The Sableye drew a deep breath through her nostrils.. until..

    “  Mmhhrr-AAAAAHH !!  “

A loud shriek of pent-up frustration finally released, echoing through the forest. Any attempt to stay hidden and out of sight was gone. If the Sandslash had actually been there, then she knew she needed to leave soon enough. 

There was still much more to do. More tricks to pull. The next time.. she was not going easy on him.

     “  I WILL be the end of you .. “

She finally muttered.

syllusion:

If that cry of shock and rage didn’t confirm her suspicions, those words definitely did. For whatever reason, Wylla held some kind of lethal grudge against Rivor – something that went way beyond having had some possession stolen by the thieving Sandslash. With that being the worst of her boyfriend’s crimes as far as Sylvia knew, it seemed way too out of proportion for there to be a good explanation, let alone a convincing excuse.

This Sableye was a threat, no more and no less.

A low, rumbling growl itched in the back of her throat, but she didn’t part her lips or jaws to let it be heard. Instead, she focused on the illusory copy of her boyfriend and made it dash across the clearing again, complete with the rustling of his claws across the vegetation.

That last part was the most important, as it covered the Zoroark’s footsteps while she closed the distance between them – she kept walking until she stood right behind Wylla, looming over her… at which point she dropped both the illusion of Rivor and the one hiding her from view.

The growl from before finally left her maw, followed by some words spoken in a cold, merciless tone.

“Hey. Asshole. Let’s talk.”

Her anger went beyond simple frustration, swooping all the way to a quiet fury that burned just under her skin, ready to burst out at a moment’s notice. The temptation to just grab the small Pokémon and start ripping was strong enough to make the muscles of her jaw, neck and limbs tense up, but she didn’t act on it. Not yet, at least.

She first wanted to know why.

[evil-eyes-x]

Having seen that the Sandslash (as she knew it) was still out and about in the bushes ahead of herself, the imp remained where she was, keeping a watchful pair of gem-covered eyes on the clearing ahead of her. The sight of what she still believed to be Rivor dashing across for a second time 

With her attention turned elsewhere, she was easily taken aback as soon as the Zoroark appeared behind her. She froze in shock for a moment. Part because of their size difference, part because she was expecting Rivor.. not Sylvia. 

Mostly though.. she had learned from that little trick she pulled that this Zoroark in particular was a very important figure for the Sandslash she was after. She had first-hand seen them sleep next to each other with an egg seperating between them. 

This was his girlfriend. It had to be.

  “  Talk about what ? How that boyfriend of yours takes advantage of females ?        How he steals from those in need ? How he’ll abandon you in a hearbeat ? “

Thus, it began. Wylla was dead set of making sure others knew what kind of Pokémon Rivor really was in her eyes. Her words were marked with a vile undertone, lead with the attempt to assassinate any character or credibility the Sandslash might have.

Of course, Sylvia more than likely had a good enough relationship with the ground type to look past that, but alas, she laid out most of her thoughts in the open. 

    “  How he’ll ruin lives ??  “

[evil-eyes-x]

syllusion:

For several seconds, Sylvia stood perfectly, completely still. Her illusion would have hidden any movement as long as she didn’t make a sound, but that wasn’t why she seemed frozen in place… and she couldn’t say she was particularly scared, either. It was more of an instinctual response to being caught.

When she began to loosen up and regained the ability to move, she snuck around the edge of the clearing. Her illusion held this time, thanks to her making sure to focus, so she hoped to get as far away from the spot where she’d almost been spotted as possible while still keeping Wylla within striking distance… just in case.

Once she had traveled around half the perimeter, now standing directly behind the Sableye with some distance to spare, she suppressed the urge to let out another growl. No way was she going to just reveal herself.

Instead, from this relatively safe vantage point, she was able to create a ruse. The first step was to make the bushes near where she’d almost been spotted, appear to rustle. Then, to make a Pokémon emerge… but which one?

A thought crossed her mind. Maybe she could distract Wylla and confirm her theory at the same time… and besides, she’d seen Rivor up close so many times, she liked to think she knew how he looked by heart. Creating an illusory copy of him, especially one that moved fast enough for her not to have to focus on the details, should be child’s play.

And that was exactly what she did. In a yellow-brown blur, a large Sandslash with some telltale scars on his head and body leapt from the undergrowth and dashed across the clearing, past Wylla and only indirectly towards Syl herself.

After the noise she had heard, the imp remained alert and on edge. If anyone was around.. she had to hope that it was not Rivor. From this point forward, she hoped to be giving him a much harder time than she already has. She wanted to see the Sandslash crumble. To have anyone who loves him see the spiky ‘mon for what he really was. For what he was to her. As her own saying went; He took her trainer from her.

With her eyes focused elsewhere, the sudden rush from the “Sandslash” took her by surprise. It stunned her, startled her even. What we doing back here? Was he not affected by the trick she had just pulled? She would’ve hoped he was curled up into a ball at this point, losing his mind one step at a time. Instead, the illusion had convinced her that Rivor was once again out and about, having gotten over her little trick.

It enraged her.. enough to where her clawed hands would ball up and tremble. The Sableye drew a deep breath through her nostrils.. until..

    “  Mmhhrr-AAAAAHH !!  “

A loud shriek of pent-up frustration finally released, echoing through the forest. Any attempt to stay hidden and out of sight was gone. If the Sandslash had actually been there, then she knew she needed to leave soon enough. 

There was still much more to do. More tricks to pull. The next time.. she was not going easy on him.

     “  I WILL be the end of you .. “

She finally muttered.

[evil-eyes-x]

"Your wish is my command Lady Wylla." A bow like a gentlemon would.

    “  That’s how to address your queen.  “

Again, Wylla looked impressed by the shown loyalty from Salvador thus far. To give some of that back to him, her clawed hands once again patted the top of his head.

     “  I’ll have to find a way for you to prove your loyalty though.  “