'I DON'T WANT TO START A FIGHT,' He warned, telepathic voice commanding, yet reluctant. It wasn't like Keldeo was against drawing his sword towards a humanβquite frankly, the colt had found that actions speak louder than words. However, he did have a silent respect for pokemon who lived among them, even if he felt he could not pledge loyalty to one.
Long ago, he'd learned that reasoning with a trainer's pokemon and persuading them to flee was beyond impossible. Some loved theirs too much. Others were afraid. Some, just didn't have a choice otherwise.
Thusly, while the Zoroark's snarky comment earns some amount of reaction; that being the slight narrow of his eyesβKeldeo keeps his cool in the name of maintaining an authoritative facade. As a Sword, as a deliverer of Justice, he must command respect.
'But challenge me and I will end one. This forest is under the protection of my fellow Swords.' He declares, giving a small turn of the head to display the sharp, ridged edges of the azure blade on his head. 'Humans are forbidden to enter for the sake of the pokemon that live here. I will make no exceptions.'
@balancebonded // cont.















