#dragonprincebehemoth

[xaallo]

dragon-prince-behemoth

"I'm crossing you in style, someday~🎵" He loves this song.

“Oh dreeeam-maker, you heaaaart-breaker~”

[museapalooza-archived]

@dragon-prince-behemoth

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“That doesn’t matter! Get me to do ten-thousand push-ups. Shove me past my limit. Beat me, bruise me, lock me in a chokehold...” There's a strong, magical flash in Strider’s eyes. “I’ll do anything it takes to evolve into an Incineroar. And believe me, I will become the strongest twunk there ever was! I will!”

Strider is filled with DETERMINATION

[braveshields-blog]

@dragonprincebehemoth certainly strikes the Grand Duke’s fancy!

A proud smile remained strong and hearty on the Chesnaught’s face as he listened carefully to the other’s words, nodding with pride at nearly every syllable. Once they halted their speech and had enough time to register the abundance of content upon the Grand Duke’s face, Logan made sure to hold up a fist and urge it towards them.

“Just put ‘em there already! I ain’t here to act like I’m somethin’ I’m not. Skip the highness ‘n grace hogwash already ‘n call me Logan. I can already tell that’ll make it WAY more comfortable on both’uh us, friend.”

[fushigikasai-blog]

@dragon-prince-behemoth is a friend... of sorts?

“You’re SO missin’ out! Cheojio is REALLY big even if not a lot of people visit it! We have mountains ‘n valleys ‘n even a super great beach if you keep goin’ east!”

“But you had BETTER stick close to me when we go to the mountains. Ages ago, the founder of Cheojio put a curse on the land to make sure that outsiders don’t mess with anythin’. If you stray too far from me then, just like that, you’ll find yourself guided to the 自殺林 .”

“Basically? You’ll have thousands of spirits from the spirit world goad you into takin’ your own life. ‘N that’s just ONE of the many curses on the mountains. It doesn’t mess me up ‘cuz I was born there, so if you stick with me then I G U E S S ya won’t die.”

[xaallo]

@dragon-prince-behemoth​

Xaallo knocks on the door of the escape pod, then backs off a few paces.

“ Levi? You alive in there?”

He scans the pod for signs of life...

[xaallo]

dragon-prince-behemoth

"Dreepy get launched by Dragapult at high speeds. They enjoy it."

He doesn’t buy it, but he’s heard weirder shit lately.

“ That’s dangerous. He’s only three pounds.”

[xaallo]

@dragon-prince-behemoth​

“You look like hell.”

Xaallo had found the dragon on the edge of his territory, having followed the smell of blood. He was hoping for an easy meal and not a unfavored face, staring down at the dragon with disappointment, seasoned liberally with disdain.

It was hard to discern what had attacked him. Didn’t appear to be another Pokémon though. Maybe a human then? But he’d seen Levi fight, he’d fought with the dragon once, and knew this wasn’t an easily routed foe. Must’ve been one hell of an individual...

Xaallo stared a moment, considering. He didn’t like Levi and the more he stared at the dragon, the wrinklier his muzzle had gotten. The buck had only come out here to gather more berries, and some asshole had dropped a dragon on his doorstep. Wings rustled behind him and he turned his head. Buzzards. Carrion birds, waiting patiently on the branches of a tree.

As soon as he walked away, they’d be at the dragon, eating what they could while he was alive. Picking him clean if he died. Xaallo didn’t like Levi, but the Dragonite hadn’t done anything to deserve such a fate, even with what he felt of the dragon. 

And so he made his decision, tossing the large cache of berries he’d already gathered into the tall grass. The scavengers were happy for the fresh appetizer, unaware that the margaven would be making off with their prospective meal.

“ Whatever it was, I hope you didn’t lure it here. We’ve had enough trouble as it is.”

Without waiting for permission, Xaallo lifted the dragon with his suspensive abilities, courtesy of Bastion.

[xaallo]

@dragon-prince-behemoth​

“Why is this one still alive?” Xaallo’s voice is accusatory as he walks up to Levi. He’s nervous and venting those nerves the best way he knows how: by being angry.

And it was still alive, miraculously. Bleeding from the mouth and spasming, but still drawing breath. Okaal was hot on Xaallo’s tail, muscling into him. Not something he’d normally do, but the Prince only spoke on language sometimes.

“What Xaallo was trying to say, was thank you for preserving this specimen so we can perhaps track it to it’s source.” The agent said pointedly. Both bucks glared each other down, with Xaallo eventually snorting and turning off. A tired look flitted over Okaal’s face. He debated telling Xaallo to take stock of the injured, but the Prince would only accept so many orders from him in a day before he become belligerent.

Well, more belligerent.

“ Sorry about him....thank you for keeping this one alive.” Then his snout wrinkled in confusion, “ Odd...I don’t sense any dissolving agent in it’s body.”

Maybe they missed this one? Criminals weren’t the most careful of individuals, especially from petty groups....if this WAS a petty group.