#rp (prince);

[houseoflaamb]

@innsmaw​ asked: “You aren’t a trick of the light, are you?” The ragamuffin gave Prince a poke on the shoulder, just to be sure. In Renard’s defense, one didn’t expect to meet a(nother) child so deep in the Glimwood Tangle, where rumours of fae magic and mischief abounded. “You belong to anyone? No? If you just walked in here, how ‘bout you walk right back out.”

     “Hm?” a sharp prod managed to be enough to rouse the boy from his nap, and because he was busy acclimating to the waking world again, he’d only caught some of the stranger’s words.

     “Why?” he groaned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes to see the stranger clearly. “Are these your woods?” when more awake, he would have meant those words jokingly, for he would have felt what kind of woods these were and who they might belong to.

[houseoflaamb]

     “Mareep! Mareep, come back here!”

     The timid electric-type shook uncontrollably in her place, her Prince’s commands deaf to her as she coward before the massive pokemon turning to face who had dared send a wave of paralyzing shock through its tail. A rough-looking Tyranitar lifts its head from the trees, growling in its throat at it leered down at the pathetic little group below it.

     Fennekin sprang up to stand between Mareep and the rock-type. His hackles raised and embers sparked from his teeth. “Now you’ve done it! Go back to Prince, I’ll hold him--” He flinched as the wild pokemon let out a mighty ROAR, a squeal and a thunk from behind Fennekin could tell him that Mareep had either collapse out of fear, or she was on the ground, hiding her face as if it would do any good. Dumb thing, the vulpine growled.

     Prince had his hands cupped to block out the Tyranitar’s cry, but he made no move to run. They weren’t any real threat, couldn’t it see that? He peered up at the angered pokemon, and froze. Its gaze wasn’t on the smaller pokemon nearest to it, it was glaring piercing daggers into him.

     Oh. Oh dear...

     “Fennekin...Mareep...come back to me now!” his voice was quieter, though firm. Fennekin seemed to have gotten the message and was backing away, gently nudging Mareep back with his tail while he kept his eyes forward. Prince’s gaze darted between his pokemon and the one threatening him with a stare.

     Then, he could see sparks of energy flicker on its tongue. It was rearing its head back--

     “RUN! RUN NOW!!”

     As he shouts, he’s digging in his satchel for their pokeballs, but he can not stand still as the Tyranitar’s HYPERBEAM shoots at the ground where he once stood. Mareep and Fennekin were already retreating in the brush after the fire-type nipped at the other’s legs to get her moving. Prince wasn’t far behind, and neither was the Tyranitar.

[houseoflaamb]

     In the old, dreary boneyard where the fog hides the headstones, and the statues appear more like watching figures, a sad little tune can be heard.

     “He’ll cry at the moon       And he’ll laugh at the sun,       If he’s a boy, he’ll carry a gun,       Sang the crow on the cradle.”

     Though somber the song, it is sung by a voice that could sing with the choir of stars. The person this voice belonged to was sitting under an old tree, petting a ball of yellow and orange curled on his lap. Aside from that, he appeared alone, but one who knew better would know his audience was more than the snoozing Fennekin.

[houseoflaamb]

     Leans up against you and just talks about the stars like you have no say in the matter, he’s going on about the MEW constellation.

[houseoflaamb]

     “Now the gates to Faery...let’s see, there’s one on Poni Island--that’s where all the trees are purple and smell like lavender. Allearth Forest is home, of course. I think...doesn’t Galar have a lot of places where the veil is quite thin?” he’s mapping out the Faery paths now that his horizons have spread outside of the mist.

[houseoflaamb]

     “You’ve TAMED all of them?” He stops mid-petting of the large, red beast’s nose. The idea having surprised him a grand deal, especially after witnessing how ferocious these massive creatures can be.

@rathalascendant​

[houseoflaamb]

     Careful, careful paw-steps approach the boy from behind. A snack sat opened beside the child that tempted Fennekin’s nose, so like any scavenger, he had to be stealthy and quick. Fast paws sneak just inches away from the boy, a quick glance told him that he hadn’t noticed the wild pokemon there. Good, now he just needed to slowly, carefully lean in to where his teeth could nab the plastic bag of human snacks and tug it away without anyone noticing...

@kcrtanaled​

[houseoflaamb]

Little Prince tag drop!