When Zoroark's court, they give valuable gifts, whether that be food or some sort of trophy from accessible hunt, anything to show their strength and ability to provide.
Emmet was in a dilemma with this human he had been watching for quite a while. You were indeed not a Zoroark, and he had not cared enough in the past to pay attention to what humans like to give their mates. He would like to kick his past self in the tail now that he was actively trying to court the human that had just set up camp in the middle of the woods.
What do humans like??
This question he pondered while digging through his den, deciding to hold on to some sparkling rocks that caught his interest and some bones from his greatest kills. His eyebrows furrowed in annoyance; you ignored the berries and bones he had left before he almost got your attention with the shiny rocks. He watched you from the dense brush as you picked up one to inspect it, only to put it to the side.
Humans were quite picky creatures, but he would not give up. He did not want to lose you to a weak and inferior human he always sees stumbling around the man-made dens.
No, he was better as the same member of your species that seem to have a close bond with Pokemon as you did. And not only that, he was strong, having been essentially raised by Zoroark apex predators of Hisui. He could hold his own against any threat that threatened you, he could make sure you were fed every day, and he could provide you with warmth and love beyond your wildest dreams. Emmet hated losing, especially when he was obviously the better choice.
That's when his eyes laid upon it, his precious treasure, a medium-sized rock that he had found back when he was fooling around in the caves with the pups in his pack. For some reason, the indents and markings drew him to this rock. And he knew that you would be drawn to this rock like he was before.
When he laid the rock in front of your tent, his heart hammered in his chest like the last few times he had placed something in front of your tent before. He had never interacted with another member of his own species; now, the thought of doing so scared him. At some point, Emmet wants to get closer, but for now, just watching you from a distance is enough
With a yawn, you stretch your first week camping alone in the wilderness. It was Child's Play compared to your previous excursions going head to head with dangerous Alpha Pokemon. However, a few days after trying to map out your camping spot and the forests surrounding it, you've had peculiar things happen to you. It seems something or someone had been leaving items around your tent. You thought at first it was some wild Pokemon, but you have come to realize that the Pokemon around here were far too skittish around humans for that.
First, it would be berries. The berries looked fresh enough though you had no idea where they came from then; it was shiny rocks and bones. You wish you could at least find the Pokemon that was giving you these trinkets, and they get with at least a scratch under the chin and coo about its cute and unusual behavior. When you crawled out of your tent, you had failed to see the much larger Rock from the last just outside your tent.
You hissing pain as you stub your toe picking up the rock. Your eyes widen when you turn it over. It was just a plain rock at first, but the markings that resembled a feather felt nostalgic for you, a sense of warmth culminating in your chest as your fingers gently traced over the plume. Wanting to keep this strange rock that gave you such a feeling of warmth safe, you brought out your bag from your tent, stuffing the stone inside.
From the bushes, his eyes widen, seeing the slight smile on your face, his heart trumming in his chest.
Does this mean you accept his courting gift?
He wanted to puff out his chest in pride and March up to you, presenting himself as the male who gave that illustrious gift to you, but something within him stopped him. The idea of your eyes upon him made butterflies flutter in his stomach; the concept of Emmet being in your presence made him feel shy. He wasn't ready, but he didn't want someone else to take you. He would have to work up the courage, and by tonight, he would finally meet you. What could possibly go wrong?
Please if it's not too much trouble either Tarzan!twins or Mc Warden twins content. Can be thirst, can be wholesome either is fine! ^^
Let's do some Tarzan!twins
First Contact
Tarzan!Emmet x reader
( yet another HTTYD parallel)
Cw: a Pokémon and Emmet were harmed in this sick, but you help them out. Emmet hurts you with murderous intent, my shitty attempt at angst.
As a member of the Galaxy Corp. Your job was not only to study and document the many kinds of Pokemon species in Hisui, but also to be that bridge between people and Pokemon.
The people of Jubilive Village seem to be open-minded about Pokémon however of course there will be some people who will never accept the thought of Pokemon being into their lives.
It was disheartening seeing so many giant Pokemon traps scattered about, shallowly buried into the ground like a Galerian stun-fisk, its serrated metal teeth trapping the poor limbs of any Pokemon that walked near the placed bait in the center of the Trap. In your old time... which was technically the future, you've only ever seen these traps rested and broken in museums or just pictures of them online; seeing them up close made your skin crawl. Granted, these are smaller but you had seen larger ones.
As you were digging up and disarming one of the Pokemon traps you hear a faint cry from farther away. Careful not to step on any more traps by accident you push past the Untamed vegetation. As you got closer the cries got louder, not wanting to scare the Pokemon into struggling against the Trap, potentially hurting itself more. Your stride slows to a careful prowl, until you are out of sight. Pokemon are very dangerous when an excruciating pain causes them to lash out. Being in Hisui was an all too grim reminder of how much more powerful Pokemon are than humans, as amazing Pokemon are, you can't say you blame the people of the village for being afraid.
Your hands gently touch the rock as you peek up your heart jumps in your chest when you see the flowing white fur and that ghostly glow—those piercing yellow eyes. You almost choked on your own air hiding back behind the rock.
"Zoroark..." you mutter under your breath. You took a moment to catch your breath.
Throughout all of your excursions you have not seen a Pokemon more vicious more violence than Hisui's chilling Ghost type Fox Pokemon...
Vastly different than the friendlier more mischievous ones in your home time, you have heard countless Tales of these creatures' pure malice against humans... The Galaxy Corp there's no stranger to these Fox creatures having an entire Squad hospitalized over one counter...
Cyllene say that these Pokemon are native to the cold Alabaster Icelands. What are they doing out here?
You peer back out from behind the rock... there were two of them, an adult and one cub. The adult's foot was caught in the same traps you'd dug up all morning. Well, the other one, the pup, although you are glad, didn't suffer the same fate; its neck was caught in a strangling snare which made your heart sink.
Dangerous or not, no Pokemon deserved this...
The pup's ears twitch hearing movement the bushes and grass wrestling it's yellow eyes giving a faint glow when it turns to face you, bearing its fangs and growling.
showing signs of aggression the poor pup was shaking, you had to tread carefully you had to show it that you are no threat you were familiar with the Zorua in your time... but these were different only it's appearance giving you an inkling of what it's typing is but not enough to unravel the mystery of the hisuian fox.
You couldn't risk the baby waking up it's injured parent you are in no shape for any Pokemon fight leaving your most powerful monsters at home a notorious bad habit of yours.
Then right as you remember something your hand reaches into your bag the Zorua watching your every move it's tail between its legs as its fur stands on end.
"I just want to help you... that rope looks painful, yeah?" You whisper calmly, pulling an Oran Berry out of your satchel. The Zorua is growling Sees; however, it still looks suspicious; sniffing the air, it looks at the berry and then back to you. Cautiously it tries to make his way over to you only to stop and it's tracks when bringing in pain the snare only getting tighter.
"its ok ill come to you..." normally you'd hate to get into a wild Pokemon's personal space but you had no choice inching forward to the creature as it lets you. Putting the berry on the ground in front of it you reach for the tight wire. The Zorua immediately noticing your hand flinches away it's whole body shaking as its eyes closed ready for anything.
Only to feel the thing around its neck gone the air coming back into his nose and snout.
It's eyes widened with its sudden freedom it's big yellow eyes look up into yours it's tail swishing idly staring and almost disbelief seeming to peer into your heart. Before you could reach out and touch it the fox pup barks angrily quickly taking the berry and disappearing out of sight.
Welp... first time you see a Zorua up close without almost dying and you end up scaring It Off in the end. You sigh to yourself. Only for the air to be sucked right back up into your lungs your whole body freezing when you hear a growl coming from the large body of fur.
The parent was waking up!
And it seemed to notice your presence. Your hands Shake playing with fire as you quickly grab onto the metal trap with all your strength pushing it open. You only saw a silver glimpse before tackles you it's hand wrapping around your throat and slamming you to the ground.
That's when you saw it this was no Zoroark...
This was a human.
Your speechless all these questions running through your head muddling your words it's silver hair flowing in the wind like a Zoroark long and Untamed. The man buried its fangs as he snarled at you his striking eyes like a pool of silver filled with that same bitter malice that you know all too well yet this one was different. Those eyes had something else in them. He breaks away from your gaze looking around until he spots the Zoroark cub the berry in its mouth free from its trap. His eyebrows furrow with confusion tilting his head towards the now broken steel and wire on the ground.
Noticing your eye straying to the Zorua he makes a sound akin to a bark scarring you into looking back at him. The hand around your throat tightening it's hold
And tightening
Cutting off your breathing you grit your teeth trying to hold out
The Zoroark man's hands begin to shake.
'damnit Emmet... Just do it... you are a Zoroark..!'
He couldn't... he couldn't do it! Looking into your eyes, it was evident you were just as scared as he was, and after seeing, hearing, and witnessing what you did for him and his sibling...he couldn't.
He lets go over your throat, roaring in anger. Before practically running away, trying to hide the limp in his leg tries to get as far from you as he possibly could despite the injury he had.
You just lay there trying to piece together what just happened, all the while trying to catch your breath. The Zorua pup along since disappeared.
Do you go to the Galaxy Corp? Would they even believe you??
The man was obviously hurt you feared of what might happen if the injury isn't treated sooner.
You breathe deeply, taking a moment to gather your bearings and thoughts, Before deciding to go after him.
Tags: Pokémon Violence, Family Problems, Sibling Fight, Emmet's POV, Someone else's POV, OCs involved
Based on @r0-boat's Wildman!Submas AU.
This is a direct sequel of Sons of Man. It is recommended to read Sons of Man before reading Strangers Like Me. Thank you! While this chapter has no explicit themes here, the rest of the fic will. So as usual, please,
Minors DNI 18+
He was alone.
All alone in a sea of white. Not a single soul to be seen. With mittens far too big for his hands, the young boy held down his hat upon his head in fear that it might just fly away into the dark, gloomy sky. He opened his mouth to call a name, but it was snatched away from the tundra as soon as he parted his lips. He paused, as if to question himself. Who was he calling for in the first place? His mother? His father? But it was a name. A specific name. Someone he could always count on. Someone who he always had by his side. Someone who was like his other half.
Someone who he was a two-car..
A two-car..
A two-car what?
What was the phrase about? What was even a ‘two-car’? The little boy grasped both sides of his head in a panic.
He couldn’t remember. His memories were nothing more than a blank slate, rewritten with the new ones he was making since he woke up.
The northern wind howled, hailed pebbles of snow and forced the boy to amble forward. Trudging across this winter wasteland was too much for him, even in his winter clothes. The snow was so deep that frost spilled into his boots and soaked his soaks. His lavender overalls turned into a dark, miserable purple bruise much like the night sky. The boy, no older than six, pulled at his coat in vain to keep warm before he suddenly lost his footing.
And then he was falling.
With a loud thud and a whiny groan, his body hits the hard ice floor of the pit. A small cave with a wide opening within the snow, easily missed by the inexperienced adventurer. His hat rolled off his head to reveal his thick crop of silver hair. In the darkness of the cave, the boy hurriedly searched for it in vain upon the freezing surface when his pale eyes met yellow.
“Rrruu..”
The boy blinked, watching the small Pokémon come forward to inspect him. It boasted a long white mane, wispy like smoke and tinted aquamarine at the ends. Something about it was familiar. It looked like a Pokemon he’d seen before, and yet not quite. Something about it was different. Wrong. Everything about this wrong, the boy thought to himself as he backed up against the wall.
“Rrru..” The creature blinked its sad, golden eyes up at him, it’s voice as chilling as the winds that reigned from above the surface. A human. The weirdest looking human it had ever seen. A stupid one too for choosing to fall into a Zoroark’s den. They were often spoken about in the pack, how they were scary and a constant threat to them. Humans were bad luck. Humans were the reason they must always be constantly moving around the Icelands, starved of a forever home.
But this one didn’t look so bad. Weird, a little stupid, but not bad at all.
It took a step forward, only to watch its visitor break into whimpers and.. Curled up into a ball.
Oh.
Oh, dear.
The white-grey fox fretted for a few moments. The Alpha and Beta will be here any moment and it knew they wouldn’t be as kind - whether this human was bad or not. Its little head wracked for an idea, a plan, a solution. With all the strength it could muster, the wispy mane on its little head stretched out, its smoky tendrils tapped on the humans’ mind.
Only to find his memories blocked. Nothing but white, fuzzy static, as blurry as the fierce blizzards of the Icelands.
Oh, dear.
Well, there was only one thing left to do.
With its eyes closed, it puffed out it’s cheeks with all it’s worth. It huffed and puffed in concentration and after plenty of effort, its mane began to morph around its head once more. When the young boy looked up again to see what all the fuss was about, he sees.. A copy of himself. A perfect clone. From the tousled hair to the faint bruise on his cheek and the clothes on his back, it was as perfect as seeing himself in a mirror. Except for one thing.
Its eyes stayed in that cold shade of eerie golden yellow.
“Hello,” said the shapeshifter. “Are you alright?”
The boy pushed himself up from the ice-cold floor, his pale eyes fixated on his mirror image
“What’s your name?” it asked, reaching a hand out to him. “Maybe I can help?”
The boy looked at the hand offered to him. That odd feeling resurfaced again. Something about all this looked familiar. He knew he’s seen something like this before, this was meant to be natural, and yet not quite. Something about it was different. Something was off.
But he was all alone and he needed all the help he could get.
Without hesitation, the boy took it, allowing his twin to pull him up to his feet. He opened his mouth, words finally leaving his lips for the first time that day. His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn’t spoken in eons and he says three words that he only ever said to most people.
“I am Emmet.”
—
“We can’t keep him here any longer.”
The little Zorua trained it’s golden yellow eyes upon his father who paced to and fro within the confines of the frozen den. Jin, the woesome pup, shivered not from the cold but from the very presence of the pack Alpha. Yet despite everything, he still had the zeal to keep his brother safe. Determination kept him there and solidified his stance.
“We live far out in the snow,” Jin reasoned with the hulking Zoroark. “No other human has dared to get close to him, and he hunts as good as Yu–”
The greater Zoroark snapped his head towards his son, matching yellow eyes fixated on the discoloured runt of the litter. “Never,” he snarled, his words dripping with so much venom, one could mistake him as Poison-type. “Ever think that he will amount to us.”
The stench of fear rose from Jin’s cloudy mane. Sour, bitter and putrid. His father laughs at him in short, sharp barks.
“Say what you will about him, but that boy - that thing,” Alpha Gou growled, lowering his great head closer to his poor, pathetic child. “He will never be a true Zoroark. It is impossible and you know it, little one. You know that one day, that ape will find his true brethren and he will turn his knife against your throat.”
No! The little blue Zoroark quaked in his paws. No, Emmet would never! He closed his eyes, desperately picturing his brother - his precious little brother. Dear Emmet who he had taught all on his own to fend for himself in the wilds. Emmet, who constantly always won duels in Jin’s stead. Emmet, who only ever smiled for him alone.
Nobody ever paid attention to Jin - ugly, lacklustre Jin. While the rest of his siblings bore the divine image of their parents, Jin was always trailing behind. The only person who ever kept him company, who made home feel like home, was this one precious boy who fell into his little hiding place. Like a gift from Sinnoh herself. Jin opened his eyes once more, his eyes glaring up at his father.
He will protect what was his.
The Alpha gave one sniff at his unruly son before huffing through his pointed nostrils. “As long as I lead this family,” he promised, his voice low and dark. “I will make sure that boy is no more.”
Without another word, the brute turned away, his long, curly mane billowed around him like a massive fog. Jin watched him go, his droopy amber eyes watered in despair. Dark ashen paws gripped the cold, cavern rocks beneath him. No. No, this can’t be it. This can’t be the end of this conversation. There must be something.
Jin took a step forward. The small tap of his foot was enough to stop his father in his tracks, one of his ears twitched to listen. Whatever Jin would say next could either get him killed now or later.
“Then I will make sure,” Jin wavered, his voice tight with resolve. “I will make sure that I’m next in line to lead.”
The silence was excruciating, the weight of Jin’s words hung heavy in the air. What the little pup just declared was not to be uttered in vain. It was imperative that Jin meant every syllable he yipped. While his other siblings were far more qualified to be next-in-line, none of them showed much interest to become his father’s true heir. Too busy being pups. Too busy enjoying life, a luxury Jin was not accustomed to when he had to struggle every living day to show he had even the slightest bit of worth.
Just like Emmet.
They were one in the same. A Zorua pack of two. They meant the world to each other, and Jin made it a point to save it.
Suddenly, he was on the ground, the air knocked out from his lungs. Jin froze on the floor when he felt his father’s breath against his fur, the dull, yellowed fangs that pricked against his neck. Jin heard a distant rumble, like the danger of an approaching blizzard, and it came from the Alpha’s throat.
Yet Jin did not yield. He stayed rigid in his father’s toothy grasp, his breathing forced to even itself and he stared straight ahead without a single whimper.
Seconds passed like minutes before his father finally released him with disdain. “On the full moon of your prime,” His father warned him as he shuffled out of the den. “You best be ready. Or I will have your throat open as well.”
The beast lingered there at the mouth of the cave for a moment longer before he finally lumbered off. Right at the entrance, he was greeted by that awful freak of nature. Sitting on his haunches with that nerve-wrecking smile plastered on his face, no doubt waiting for his lousy son. Even when it showed the respect of a bowed head, the thing was still a sight for sore eyes. Without even sparing it with a noise of recognition, the Alpha Zoroark lumbered out of camp and away to the wilds to take his outrage elsewhere, the scarlet ends of his long dreads drifted in his wake.
And little Jin finally emerged from his father’s den, cheeks stained with tears that were finally permitted to fall in his father’s absence.
“Jin-ko!” Emmet squeaked, putting his arms around his brother’s mane. Jin didn’t know why Emmet stuck to such an odd and foreign nickname, but it was one made with affection. He’ll take anything. “Jin-ko, what happened?”
As Emmet pulled away, he was met with the mirror image of his face rather than the stormy-grey fuzzy snout of Jin. Long, unruly silver tresses cascaded down the side of his face with those odd, quirky sideburns that angled at his cheekbones. Eyes as pale as snow, bright and merry with dark pinprick pupils watched each other with blazing confidence.
He mimicked Emmet’s smile, that broad, charming grin that dimpled at the cheeks, and the two bubbled with soft giggles. “I’m fine,” Jin insisted. “You’re here now. Your smile always cheers me up.”
“Enough to whoop dad’s ass?” Emmet snickered.
Jin snorted. “Don’t be stupid.”
The two laughed together in the snow. Childish, innocent giggles despite the harsh cold around them. Just like that, he felt all the stress, all the worries, all of them melt off his shoulder like warm slush.
“Hey,” Emmet lets go of his fox brother and instead takes his hand, dragging him towards the exit of the camp. “Let’s go for a run. I’ll race you to the hot springs!”
Jin laughed as he wiped away the wet stains on his cheeks with a sleeve. “You always win when we race.”
“I am Emmet!” his precious little brother barked with glee. “And I like winning more than anything else!”
“Even more than me?”
The silver-haired boy grinned devilishly before he broke into a sprint. “Only one way to find out!”
—
Emmet did not know that that was the last time Jin would play with him ever again.
Since then, his twin has made himself scarcer and scarcer. Every single day, Jin rose from his nest before dawn did and made his way out to god knows where. Emmet did his best to track him down, but Jin somehow managed to thwart him every single time. His scent trail looped Emmet all the way back to camp each and every time, making the human a fool of himself.
And every night Jin came home, he was constantly battered and worn. As if he leapt into the mouth of a monster just to be used as a chew toy. Bruises and wounds littered the Zorua’s body, new ones replacing every part of his greying fur, or re-opening old ones.
One day, Emmet couldn’t take it anymore.
“Jin-ko,” He begged him with a broken heart. “Take a break today. Please. You’ll crash.”
Jin would stare at him in bewilderment. “Crash?” he echoed, swirling the word in his mouth like a foreign object.
“Yup,” Emmet shook his head and he grasped for Jin’s hand. “It’s something you said before.”
Little things like these, things that shouldn’t matter, Emmet wouldn’t know but they began to pile in the fox cub’s chest. Like pebbles glues together to create boulders. Boulders that hardened his brother’s heart.
“I never said anything like that,” Jin growled before prying himself off from his brother. “And I’m fine.”
“But we don’t get to play anym–”
“Because I don’t have time for that anymore!”
Emmet recoiled and backed away like he had done so many years ago. In place of his brother’s face was the snout of a beast, ugly, wrinkled and filled with pure, unadulterated contempt. Emmet watched with big, round pale eyes at how his own brother bared his teeth before him. Eventually, Jin whipped away from him with haste.
With his head hung low, Emmet fiddled with the fuzz of the fur coats he adorned himself with. Pelts that made him look at least a little bit more like his family. A pathetic illusion to show that he wasn’t the only odd one out. “I miss you,” he whimpered, hoping that somewhere, someplace, he could still reach his brother. The brother he would so often play-wrestle with. The one he’d run across hills and mountains of snow with, without a care in the world. The one he could be young and free with the wind against their face while they sang ballads to the moon. The brother he played ▌▌▌▌▌▌ with.
Wait.
Play what with?
A distant memory played in his head like a broken tape. Him and Jin playing with odd wooden toys with circular feet that chugged along miniature paths.
Was this even Jin?
Emmet grasped the sides of his head and whined. His head hurt. “I miss you,” he whimpered again, his words were meant for Jin yet his heart searched for another. But who? He only had one twin. “Please come back and play.”
Jin’s paws quivered for only a moment before he trudged away for another day of training.
—
It is said that a true Zoroark should be able to shapeshift at will and maintain their form for as long as their lives depend on it. The size and type of their choosing mattered, their choice between incredibly large and powerful or small and sleek took a toll on one’s psyche. Every Zoroark will eventually be raised to resent every single living and breathing lifeform.
Which is why, deep down, Jin knew that Emmet could never truly belong among them.
“Why are you here?!”
Mirror images of pale humans with even paler hair clashed against each other, fists connecting with each others. The snow fell harder and blinded their vision, the wind howled and deafened their ears, but nothing was going to stop them from their duel.
“You’re not supposed to take part!” Jin spat as he grappled Emmet’s wrists, flinging him to the ground with impossible strength. “You were supposed to stay put!”
Emmet somersaulted backwards, landing on his feet with clean grace before launching himself back to Jin.
“Are you even listening to me?!” Jin screeched, side-stepping to dodge away from the real human between the two of them. “At least pretend you are!”
“Talk too much, Jin-ko,” Emmet grunted, sweeping his leg outward behind him, tripping his twin. “You know me by now.”
Jin felt the ground beneath him fall apart, his knees buckling from the kick.
“I like winning more than anything else.”
His chin connects to the ground, a crack was heard, but Jin did not allow himself to suffer from the recoil. Forcing himself up before Emmet could keep him pinned, the brothers wrestled upon the mountain top.
The crowd of Zoroarks that made up their society watched on in silence with bated breaths. Their piercing amber eyes watched the two in judgement, mostly upon the son of the Alpha. The runt of the litter, the black sheep of the family, the underdog. To make it this far was most impressive. Most intriguing. Most promising. And yet, for the impostor human to last this long?
Entertaining.
What did it think it would achieve?
“You’ll gain nothing from this,” Jin growled at him, thrashing his elbows to connect to Emmet’s ribs.
“What are you even winning for?!” Jin screamed, pushing himself off the ground like his life depended on it, but whatever diet Emmet had been on lately - it was flattening him back down. Emmet was triumphing dangerously on strength alone. He did watch him take down an entire Mamoswine before.
“Lies,” Emmet snarled back, withstanding the blows. “Worked too hard. Can’t be for nothing. Just let me win.”
“The same as you!” Emmet cried out, shoving a knee into Jin’s side, crushing his twin’s diaphragm and expelling the air out of his lungs. “I’ll finally become a Zoroark. We’ll finally be the same!”
Jin froze. Disbelief washed over him. Years of training himself to become the next Alpha to lead the pack, to reach evolution to appease his father and secure his brother’s fate. Meanwhile, the times when Emmet snuck away on his own, caught him training for god knows what - was all for ‘becoming a Zoroark’? Who even told him such a ridiculous notion?
Among the crowd in the corner of his eyes, his siblings Sae and Yu shared a devilish smile from where they sat. Jin could hear his blood roar against his ears.
The nanosecond of his pause was enough for Emmet to press down with all his might, slamming his twin to the ground. Mist blew out from the impact, soft billows of smoke sizzled around him to reveal the limp, juvenile form of a Zorua in his grasp. Immediately, his grip lessened. Was it from mercy? Was it from over-confidence?
“Is that really what you thought this tournament was about?” Jin’s voice was hoarse but dangerously steady.
Emmet fixed his gaze on his brother who laid on his side. His hand on his brother’s neck as he kept the Zorua pinned. “Yes.”
From somewhere in the crowd, their referee began its countdown. “Three.”
“Your victory will be for naught–”
“Victory is just up these tracks,” Emmet cut him off, his tongue as sharp as the stone-carved knives he relied on as his claws. “And I won't let anyone derail me!”
“Two.”
“Not even you.”
Jin felt his claws - his real claws - flex within the tips of his paws. The fur on his back rippled, his muscled trembled and..
He began to laugh.
Emmet watched in confusion and alarm as his brother’s smile stretched so far back, it was almost as if his snout had split in two.
“You,” Jin choked in between his unhinged giggles. “You really are..”
“One.”
The transition between Jin’s smile to a frown was so sharp, it made Emmet flinch. “Stupid.”
As soon as the word left his lips, numerous black tendrils bursted from his chest. They wriggled and flailed in a frenzy before the ground around them circled in the same dark tones. Soon, both Zorua and human were engulfed in a dome of angry, undulating darkness. Their audience reeled back, the manes on their head stood on end. And the Alpha rose from his seat with keen interest at his son’s display.
Bitter Malice. A move only the mightiest of their line could know, and the defining feature of a true Zoroark.
The display lasted only mere seconds, but it felt like centuries to Emmet. Spine-chilling resentment crawled up his spine, frostbite kissing his skin even after letting go of his brother. As soon as he toppled on the ground on his back, the murky tornado around them dissolved as though it was never there in the first place. Emmet quivered, clutching himself on the ground as Jin stood on his paws across him.
Silence fell between the two of them. Emmet wasn’t even given a countdown as Jin was crowned Champion.
Following the way @antidotesprout draws sideburns and those extremely charming thicc brows, here's my person interpretation for the twins in Sons of Man and the upcoming Strangers Like Me.
didn't sketch, these were made with a ballpen because im an impatient little gremlin
Most of these ideas stemmed from current existing Tarzan!AU headcanons from r0
Ingo
It's kept short, like a Sneasler.
Ingo uses a blade made with discarded tools from Galaxy Corp Expeditionists to keep his hair 'tidy'. This is how his hair looks ever since he got eebie-deebied into Hisui, so he retains this look to remind himself what his brother looks like too before they got teleported away.
Retained all his memories, although some of them are spotty.
Normally only wears a loincloth. Wears more clothing when he goes to the Icelands with Reader
If he does grow out his hair, he'd tie it up into a ponytail like a Sneasler's
Emmet
Grew his hair out like a Zoroark. It's thick, curly and billowy, he's just trying his best to be one with the pack.
Mashed a bunch of berries to apply eye shadow make-up to make himself look more and more like a Zoroark.
Wears a LOT of pelts to keep warm, even some makeshift boots, but none of them weigh him down when battling.
Compared to Ingo, is much stronger in terms of brute strength. Ingo is faster. They still equal in skill when fighting each other.
Can mimicry any Pokémon, a skill he learned from his adoptive family.
There's more I have in my notes but I think those will count as spoilers so here, have the ones that won't hurt----
