#kerialhoundoom

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((we interrupt this terrible motivation block hiatus for a CUTE GAY DATE with the first ship that was ever to be canon on this blog, feat. @askshinybunnelby‘s Kerial the Houndoom))

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The first ship that happened upon this little blog way back about a year ago. Still love these two. @askinsomniacariados

[askshinybunnelby]

@Kerial "You fought to earn your valiant demise; you had your ending, Why must you linger upon this abhorrent plane when your very presence brings upon imbalance?"

Kerial’s feet finally found deep snow on her mission to find fire wood that wasn’t burnt or damp. A cold breath left her maw as something came over her, a shadow who’s question burned her ears with its booming voice. It loomed high, intimidating but not threatening only questioning her presence.

“I was offered life from the god of life. But… I neither said yes or no. The god thrust this… thing, this power onto me. It’s worrying, it feels like a leech inside of me that’s not killing me but yet… I still don’t want it there.”

The Houndoom shivered in the snow as she thought, her face growing upset and stressed. She let out a calm breath, then sighed as if disappointed. Tracing many lines in the snow she counted her toll aloud to the shadow.

“I don’t deserve a second chance, I was going to say no. I’ve taken a dozen lives and… I don’t think I should live with their lives on my shoulders. That was my redemption, or so I thought.”

Closing her eyes she let the shadow loom, her guard lowered not caring if it was actually hostile or not. A low growl escaping her maw as her face shifted, baring her teeth in anger at nothing but the snow and her guest.

“That damned god, when my fire comes back I’m going to melt that damn tree they call home.”

“H-Hey Houndoom lady!”

A small voice called from the path she had just taken, a little bunnelby ran up to her and looked around the area. Tilting his head at her when he saw no one was around,

“Who were you talking to? That was your voice I heard right?”

Kerial shook the anger off her face noticing the same, that there was really no one around.

“Y-yeah kid that was me, I was just uh singing…”

Slyn’s eyes shined up at her, “You sing? That’s so cool! I always wanted to sing but never really tried maybe you can teach me sometime, oh! Maybe we can get the whol- hm??”

The houndoom flicked some snow at him as she moved her paw to his face, stopping his rambling.

“Lets just find some firewood, okay?” With a nod the bunny started hopping around digging through the snow for treasures. Kerial shook her head, keeping an eye out for anything that might hurt him.

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Lasting Peace in Ash Filled Air

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“Kerial?” The houndoom took a deep breath in like it was her first in hours. Her body laid on a thin layer of snow and before her was a worried little bunnelby. “Kerial is that... really you?” The hound stood slowly, expecting screaming pain from her leg but she stood with ease. Her view glanced over her shoulder only to spot no scar or injury. “H-how...” She mumbled under her breath. She turned back to the small bunny only to feel her hug at her chest. “Kerial, y-you’re alive.” The little bunnelby said digging her nose into the hound’s black fur, she dropped herself back down to the snow and pulled Red closer with a paw. “I thought you were really gone for a while there. I-I’m glad you’re okay too kid, but it doesn’t look like you got out of this easy.” She refereed to the burns and scratched that stood out from her shining body.

The others came in closer, but only the two dragons stood out to Kerial. The houndoom’s smile grew seeing the littlest. “Even Alesia is okay and with her mother once again.” The little Dragonair nodded happily to her name being called. Red took a few steps away wiping her eyes. Kerial stood again, “So do you all have a plan?”

“Plan?” Red was the first to admit to it but they really didn’t. Aera and Alesia were both freezing, Red looked visibly exhausted, and Morgan seems weary as well.

Kerial sighed, her hot breath filling the air with steam, “We need somewhere to rest. Red do you know of anywhere nearby?”

Red thought really hard but she was so tired. Nothing came to mind. “No, not that wouldn’t hold but one of us anyway.” The group hummed in thought.

“Actually um, I know a place we can go...” Morgan’s voice came from the back, “There might be a place a little walk from here that’ll hold two or three of us.”

Kerial hummed, nodding her head knowing it was the only option. Red tilted her head in question of this place. “Like a den? I don’t remember ever seeing one over that way.”

“Well um... I think uh-”

“Lets get moving, if you see any firewood that’s not already burned grab it, we might need it.” Kerial commanded moving ahead, “It’s already past midnight...” She sighed as the rest followed in behind her.

“W-wait! What about-” Red looked off and saw that the large Absol and his pack of smaller pokemon were gone. She frowned, shook her head and continued on.

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[askshinybunnelby]

Host Body

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Echoes sounded, voices of people she knew. People she lost. Then there was another. Soft and motherly.

Kerial.

She sat up, but she was not in the burned forest anymore. Instead it looked like when she was still just a pup. Alive and living with many pokemon scavenging it for food. In front of her was that pokemon she knew of as Xerneas sitting, or more like resting. “Kerial” Her voice echoed again and the Houndoom shook her head getting focused but... they looked sad. “Kerial, you are dying.” Kerial opened her mouth to protest but nothing came out so she just sat in quiet disbelief.

The Xerneas looked off to the side getting Kerial’s attention over to their right. It was her sister’s body. “I can save you, if you want.” Before the Xerneas could continue after a pause Kerial was already nodding. The Xerneas shook her head, “I owe you for doing a duty me and my sister could not. But I have not the energy to save you anymore...”

“If I am to save you you would need to become a host for my sister.” The hound tilted her head, a host? “A carrier that would let her be reborn once your life ends. The rest of her energies will help your body recover but without it... you will not live through those injuries.”

Kerial was about to accept, but then the Xerneas spoke up again, “What I’m doing here is against the laws of my order, I cannot predict how the world will react. Do you still accept my help?” The clean air of the forest seemed to thicken with smoke and ash as she thought. “There’s not much time left Kerial.”

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Kerial?

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[askshinybunnelby]

Denial of Power

With each step ash dusted a path behind the speeding X-eyed Houndoom. Fire had visibly gutted this human facility, the heat here at the center of it all was so great that it melted the metal fence surrounding the buildings. It was all but abandoned other that the two dark types who were here. “Sister...” The Xerneas gasped at the Yveltal who laid collecting the snow and ash that fell together.

“Come to save me again Mother?” The dark voice called and that all too familiar grin crossed the beast’s face. He held his long talons at his side, white and clean of his mess, as he shrugged at her. “Sorry, you aren’t necessary this time around.” But he reeked of blood and gore, a sickening smell even to her body’s seasoned nostrils. Though proof wasn’t needed in Kerial’s eyes, Mother Xerneas wanted it anyway. 

Action against her title was not in her duties, killing was not in her duties. If she were to take the next step she wanted some reason to deny her own guilt; a reason she would step into her sister’s reason for existing. She could already hear Time’s bells ringing in her ears. Judgement for her own judgement, or maybe it was revenge at this point. That feeling that tugged on her heart as she watched him, the Head Hunter, stand over her Sister’s body. “Richter...”

As she said the name the Zoroark morph hissed. “Mother... you know I have not used that name in, oh... forty years? Why bring up something so old and forgotten?”

“And you know I do not like you calling me Mother, you mistake.”

The Zoroark placed his claws over his cold heart feigning injury, “How cruel, but is that not the title all of your other mistakes call you?” The hound blew a hot puff of heat through her nose, her snout curling up in anger. The temperature rose as fire spilled from the hound’s maw at the towering Zoroark. The flames went right through the illusion as it shrugged again. The ground crunched beside her and a swift and powerful kick sent her tumbling in the ashen snow. The assaulter sighed, “Even your body knows that wasn’t going to work Mother, let me fight the hound!” His steps were heavy and slow as he started his walk to her repeating those words over and over. “Let me fight the hound.” It was haunting, echoing between the falling ash to come from every direction.

She winced getting back on her feet, that kick to the ribs wasn’t going to make this any easier. “No, now that my sister is gone this is my duty!” She called out. The ashen snow crunched beside her again but this time she reacted with fangs bathed in flames. She turned on a dime and ripped into the claw that would have come down on her. Though her fangs did not stay in him for long. His other talon cut the air and punctured the ground as she jumped away. The beast shook away the lingering embers on his hand and removed his other from the snow.

 Step, step, step. He started his walk again. Like the injury didn’t even bother him. “Let me fight the hound.” The Head Hunter mumbled. This time he lunged at her, his talon cutting the falling snow along the way. A pillar of flame gushed from the Houndoom’s mouth only to be met with another. The Zoroark spewed his own flame as he landed in front of her. His claw coming around to strike from the side as she jumped away. It only cut the end of her maw beside her nose making her hiss in pain.

Feeling the blood run over her mouth and down her chin she looked back to him. He licked the end of his claw. Humming like he enjoyed the taste. She felt her body grow hotter, a strange feeling burned in her chest as she looked over him. Then she took a step, and another, but it wasn’t her doing. Her eyes burned and her feet felt like they would carve a hole in the ground with each step. Mother Xerneas wasn’t in control anymore.

Kerial’s feet drummed against the ground, all but dead embers lighting a flame again at just the presence of her heat as she dashed towards her foe. The beast jumped back in surprise, “This heat, oh! It can only be my-” She was upon him before his broken voice could haunt her any longer. A shimmering darkness seemed to radiate from him in a wave, the impact against her did little but make her hesitate. Skidding to an almost stop before recovering from the daze it caused. With no speed left she release another flamethrower at him keeping her distance from those horrifying claws. All Kerial could see was that lumbering dark type dodge her flame, every slight reposition that should hit him didn’t. He danced around the edge with the stray embers, getting closer and closer. Kerial’s heart skipped a beat, in her panic she threw her flames to the ground spraying them randomly. But the noise of ashen snow crunching behind her sounded as he landed behind her.

The temperature around her erupted as the embers came to life. She resurrected the flames that had long been smothered by snow, mustering an inferno that engulfed the two as his claws came down and dug into her sides. The pain only made the inferno grow. Her jaw was quick to open and snap back at him, grabbing his arm seemingly trapping him in her own making. The Zoroark tugged on his trapped arm howling in pain at the fires that burned his already black fur away.There was no escape, instead he drew back his other set of claws with one last effort to make the hound release him; he swung piecing through her shoulder. She didn’t budge; taking in one more long breath fire spewed from between her mouth and the Zoroark’s trapped arm until it burned all the way through and pressed into his chest. The crackling of the fire couldn’t hide the hellish scream as her fire cauterized it’s way through his chest and out the back.

As he fell to his knees the claw in her shoulder twisted painfully making her cry out. She could feel it digging and cutting her as he finally fell forward into the dying flames below her feet. It was hard to back away, the claw slowly cutting away as it fell from her limp leg.

She panted and collapsed.

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gran and hot dog (the very hot dog.. fire dog) .... who kills the spider

just for you subtle anon

Who asks the other on dates: gran be sweeping kerial off all her feetWho is the bigger cuddler: gran IS a big cuddler, BUT I FEEL KERIAL WOULD BE GETTING MORE INTO IT SO KerialWho initiates holding hands more often: gran is not only very touchy feely, but is also the only one of the two with “hands”Who remembers anniversaries: gran has a goldfish memory, so it’s gotta be KerialWho is more possessive: gran, just by nature of her being the over protective type who just wants the best for her hot dogWho gets more jealous: i feel they both would... Kerial because gran is just such a flirt with everybody, and gran because the hot dog was her first love since her life on the blogWho is more protective: as stated before, GRAN, although Kerial would come pretty closeWho is more likely to cheat: i... guess... gran...? i mean, she’s poly, but she cherishes all her relationships, she’d never elope with someone out of malice towards one of her other partnersWho initiates sexy times the most: THIS IS VERY BALANCED WINK WOnkWho dislikes PDA the most: definitely Kerial the poor babyWho kills the spider: oh she is fucking deadWho asks the the other to marry them: surprisingly, Kerial, gran is still very nervous and unsure of even proposing such a commitment because of her historyWho buys the other flowers or gifts: neither of these poops have any money BUT GRAN WOULD “FIND” AND MAKE SO MUCH STUFF FOR KERIALWho would bring up possibly having kids: that’s a spoiler and RUDEWho is more nervous to meet the parents: are Kerial’s parents still alive? if so, gran, just cuz she’s so nervous and unsure of herself when it comes to relationships. if they dead, then Kerial, cuz her meeting gran’s parents would mean her stumbling upon gran while she’s sending her prayers at their fucking gravesWho sleeps on the couch when the other is angry: gran, although it’d be more like she just lies down under a blanket on the couch, contemplating where she went wrong since, you know, SHE CAN’T SLEEPWho tries to make up first after arguments: oh, gran, you have NO IDEA the bad experiences she’s had with arguments (cookies to whoever remembers the specific incident i’m referring to), so she knows how dangerous they can be, and would want to ease tension as QUICKLY AS POSSIBLEWho tells the other they love them more often: i feel gran, since Kerial’s previous relationship “issues” might have left her rather, uhh, scorned? is that the word? anyways, gran’s gotta reassure her hot dog

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@askiceboundlopunny requested this from my other blog, figured it would be better it here though. I was just going to do a sketch but ehhhhhhhhh