PANGORO

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[dolilopunny]

{/Ugh. This guy was impossible. Doli would have cried, but lived without going back in there for a bag. He could have just given her a few berries, and sent her on her way. She wouldn’t have to deal with his bad attitude for basically telling her he was going to go off and do this! At least Reine wouldn’t be so mean about it.

And now he had the audacity to rush her? Her legs, her prized body feature besides her ears, were bruised. The Machamp was smart, without her speed she wasn’t much of a match. Without her Bounce, there was no super effective move to use. Didn’t mean Kemp could be an ass though.}

"Don’t rush me!"

{/He was right though. Even though this was his stupid quest to find the guy and beat him up. Which was kind of cute, but still. He obviously didn’t give a shit about her injuries. And she didn’t want to be left alone where she could be subjected to another attack. A sharp inhale, and she began hopping again. It helped her keep up, and just slightly ahead of him. Especially when it got dark.

Her hops were not graceful like usual, but rather forced and clumsy. A sign that these bruises with more wear and tear would not get any better.}

"Can you see in the dark? Do you even have eyes?"

[violentorum]

       He couldn't help but growl at her questions, finding them to be nothing but grating and absolutely unneeded. He wasn't one for small talk-- especially with someone who already expressed pure displeasure with his existence. It made him uncomfortable and uneasy to answer inquires about himself, each question testing what little patience he had and always attempting to melt that "cool, frigid" exterior he wished to flaunt to everyone. The Pangoro should have expected this, given the nature of Doli, but perhaps his bleeding-heart blinded him from that outcome.

       In response to her words, he made sure to turn his head towards her with a face that was embedded with indifference. The dark, black marks around the spaces where irises should be were empty-- almost as if there wasn't even a sign of life in or around them. His frown only widened in the sequence, and soon, a huff escaped his lips before his skull was turned back towards the pathway in front of them. The dirt below them was soothing, and the luscious greens that hung above or around them were enough to pacify him and restrict him from saying anything that might make this drag on for him.

     "Worry about yourself," he blatantly spewed, a frigid, taciturn sting tacked onto his words as he simply kept himself moving along the trail. It was the only few words he spoke in that time, for the only sound was his cantankerous, bodacious 'plumps' each time one of his feet met the rejuvenating, cool dirt below. Placing both of his thickset and meaty palms onto his hips, he made sure to tilt his head upwards as he soon began to speak to her once again.

     "You're battered like shit, in a pissy mood, and yet you're wondering if I can see? We ain't fucking friends. You don't like me, and I don't even remember your fucking name!" Taking a pause, he made sure to use two claws to grip onto a leaf, soon tearing both it and the stem off without any qualms or hesitation. Swiftly sticking the stem into his mouth, Kemp made sure to bestow upon her a look that was drizzled with both amusement and annoyance. "If you're going to speak to me, make sure it's worth BOTH of our times. I ain't going to baby your ass and stay patient with you. I ain't your dad. You ain't going to last long if you waste your energy. It's better this way."

[violentorum]

... *pokes his belly with a bamboo stick*

   ”Don’t. Touch. ME.”

[dolilopunny]

"Fine! I won’t concern myself with it! You wanna rush in without plan? Be my guest!"

{/Why was he being so mean? Here she is, doing him a favor and actually being worried about him. So he doesn’t end up a bruised mess like she is, and he lashes out at her for it? Gosh! All fighting types were the same! Thinking just because they’re fighting types, they can be mean to others!

Regardless, he was going to retrieve her stuff for her. If anything, if he got back anything for her, she wanted her brush back. That brush was hand made for her by a human. The human saw how much she had struggled with her fluff, and it was a nice gesture! So that had to be given back. Tiny, wobbly steps were taken so she would be paced with the angry Pokémon. Her ears moving just slightly, lifting up enough so she could hear, she began looking around. It seemed that her beating caused her to forget, just a bit.}

"It’s Aegis Cave. Over….there. Near the mountain. Where the Staraptor are."

{/Was it a coincidence that she went there? Nah. She wanted to meet one! To have it help her gain even newer heights in the skies. But her plan was completely ruined when she was attacked. Now they might be gone! Gone because they never stay in one place!}

[violentorum]

     "Yeah," he simply responded, already beginning to commence his advancement towards the cave. He didn't even stop to see if she was okay, but he at least had confidence that she wasn't too battered or broken. It was a bit selfless, but that's just how he was. He only cared about doing the right thing, so in turn, he simply focused on making sure her belongings were bestowed upon her once more so he could turn around and meet underneath his tree once more.

     However, Aegis Cave was something of a mystery to Kemp. There were many times he ventured out towards the mountains, his obligations bringing him around the minerals there and to occasionally beat on thugs. Despite this, he made sure not to venture too far into it, for Aegis Cave was known in his parts as a seamless maze that truly tested the wits of others. But in this moment, the thought of getting lost and crushed did not bother him. Kemp simply yearned to deal justice, no matter how many broken bones he might receive.

    "Hurry up. If you fall behind, it won't be my fault if I don't get your shit back." Perhaps that was his subtle way of requesting her to be his eyes and ears. She seemed to know a bit more about the insides of the cave than he did, and because of such a fact, it would only make sense for her to act like a guide of sorts. Even if they didn't have the most steady partnership, it would have to suffice until the Machamp was grated into the dirt, fist in face and his place being completely drilled into that skull of his.

[dolilopunny]

"So if they need them as much as I do…why can’t I have any?"

{/This was frustrating. Frustrating beyond belief. But at the same time…he was going to go beat the guy up? But didn’t he know that that Machamp had the type advantage over both of them? Either this guy was really brave, or really, really, stupid. And the fact he was doing it because he was bored. Doli really didn’t know whether to be offended or thank him.

Still, she could do the later. A small nod, her long ears following every movement of her head. She couldn’t get there fast, or even make it that far, she was sure. As strong as her legs were, they felt as if they would give out at any moment.}

"Uhh…thanks, Kemp? I appreciate what you’re going to do. But don’t forget he has the advantage over both of us…you could get hurt really bad."

[violentorum]

       "My safety isn't your concern. Just shut up and be happy you told me about this when you did."

        Despite her frustration and pain, he wouldn't break his frigid and aloof mannerisms towards her until they met this Machamp. He was a stone wall outside of the field of battle, but once he was inside, his heart gushed out flames of pure intensity without any qualms for anything else. His species was known for being utterly taciturn with everyone, but they were equally feared for their prowess in battle. It wasn't a matter of bravery or stupidity. It was the sheer fact that they were a species meant to be warriors-- their bodies hurling into attacks without any concern for their safety until their enemy was beaten savagely.

     "Look," he growled, his blood already broiling as he began to crack his knuckles. "Just point me in the direction where they were, since the more we shit ourselves over here, the faster they can get away! I don't have time to let that fuck get away, and right now, your shit in that bag is more important than what I do to past my fucking time."

      They weren't friends, and he wasn't afraid to bring that point up if needed. She was someone who expressed hate towards him, and in turn, he expressed nothing but indifference and absolute frigidness. But whenever injustice was caused, he cared not about petty grudges, and more about teaching the suspect justice with his fists of absolute iron.

[dolilopunny]

“Kemp.”

{/Small bouts of agitation sparking in the Lopunny as he questioned her. Were the bruises not enough? Or the fact she was walking instead of jumping into the skies as she loved to do? Extending one leg forward so he can see how bad the damage was, she spoke up again. Doing her best to keep her temperament in check.}

"I need them. Look, I was exploring a dungeon, I went solo this time. And I got attacked and robbed by a Machamp. I don’t have any berries, and I’m tired. I won’t make it home for a month at this rate I’m going."

[violentorum]

      Although he had a serious, taciturn, seemingly aloof personality that distanced him from others, he still had a heart that was coated with gold. It was practically a hobby for him to deal with these affairs, especially whenever it came to others being mistreated. He had noticed just how bruised and battered she was, but he simply awaited for her to spill the truth to him. That was his policy. The truth and nothing but the truth.

    "I ain't going to be splitting any berries with you. All of the other fucks that run around here need them just as much as you do!" However, with the pause came with him standing up, nonchalantly brushing himself off before peering down at the girl with a face that was still stitched together by a look of hostility and absolute intensity. "But I can go beat the ass of the Machamp that took your shit. If there's one thing I do to stop getting bored, it's beating the fuck out of people who don't know what common decency is!"

[dolilopunny]

"Pangoro."

{/As upset as she was about their previous encounter, she did have a favor to ask. This large bruise adorning her lovely legs, so heavy it was seen through the fur. Surely he could know what she wanted?}

"—I’m not here to touch your precious bamboo, but I need a sitrus berry….or five."

[violentorum]

   "Kemp."

    He corrected, still remembering their previous encounter quite vividly. She ran off,     tears in her eyes, shouting immensely that he was nothing but something     reminiscent of a jerk. However, he did not care-- he knew that he was better than that,     and because of such a fact, he had no qualms in simply glaring at her with a face of      immense indifference.

   "Why do ya need 'em, girl? I only give berries to those that fuckin' deserve it, and right      now, just askin' for 'em ain't gonna win my sympathy."

[jesteres]

The once apologetic and panicked visage that she perceived was soon replaced with a stern, patently disgruntled expression. Erza appeared quite clearly rattled by the creature’s harsh use of profanity, the beast had quite some nerve to address her in such a manner, she could understand it’s frustration, but at the same time; remained angered nonetheless.

At that current moment in time, her anger surged at the animal’s words, fists clenching by her sides, which only provoked a small murmured sound from armoured clad fists, she tried her hardest to tame her anger, but it was becoming increasingly difficult, knowing what he had just called her, her latent power slowly began to increase, an aura exuded around the chivalrous knight.

"How dare you call someone that..”

[violentorum]

                              Impressive was the only word that could fit this situation. Her once apologetic nature was shredded to mere pieces in but a second, almost as if such a sugared personality was never there to begin with. She had the power and skill to rip past her previous persona and prove that she was one to not be trifled with. Her demeanor was much more hostile, which in turn only let a grin slither across Kemp's physical features as he created an intense eye-contact between them.

                                  Crack, crack... the sounds of knuckles becoming ready. The hymn of battle being recited. The gong of confrontation being pounded.     

                                  Kemp's body language began to become much more intense, for all of his bones were know on the very tip of the edge-- an edge that oddly felt extremely pleasant to him. It was a sensation of not fear, but of absolute competitiveness and broiling excitement. Judging by that smirk across his lips, he knew the rudimentary truth that attempting to utilize precise diction would only prove to be a waste of time. Whenever someone's hidden potential came to the surface, the only thing that would speak for them is their fists.

                                   "I'll give ya two things, lady! One, you've got power," his jaw churned with utter anticipation, his demeanor practically being coated in pure content. However, said content was absolutely pierced by own looks oozing into a much more hostile appearance. His face had been stapled with an intimidating and mighty scowl, his pitch-black eyes soon becoming engulfed into an inferno of passion, seriousness, and but a pinch of pure adoration. Her aura had caressed him in the waves of adrenaline, which only cemented his new-find goal to meet this female in combat and see if she was worthy of his respect. 

               "---But I'm also going to give YOU AN ASS-KICKING OF A LIFE TIME!"

[jesteres]

  This creature had quite the colourful vocabulary, which shocked Erza infinite amounts, the sheer expressionism etched upon her features conveyed the absolute state of shock she was in, the unfamiliar species was raging, and it’s profanity did not settle, nor die down. Erza could only apologise, after all, it was true; she nearly pummeled it.

"You came out of nowhere! The punch was just a reflex, I really do apologise."

[violentorum]

    His arms were crossed, his eyes were squinted. It might have been a     reflex, but it was still a punch all the same. His experience with     violence and fighting was plentiful, but even he could fall prey to     unsuspected bouts such as her previous action. He at least found     solace knowing that she indeed knew how to throw an actual punch,     which was perhaps the only reason the judge, jury, and executioner     of a beast wasn't scolding her ear off until she practically begged for     him to quit.

    "You know how to throw a fucking punch, and while that's good, you      HAVE GOT to fucking WATCH IT! If I was an old lady who could only      get around on crutches, do you think the old 'IT WAS A REFLEX'      shit's going to make you NOT look like a cunt!? Keep the arm, but      grab yourself some more composure or some shit!"

[jesteres]

"I sincerely apologise!       Really!”

[violentorum]

         "Yeah-- I FUCKIN' BET! Next time, watch where the fuck you're           hitting at! You could have busted my damn nose, so you're lucky           I'm not some no-lump chump!"

[violentorum]

❤ It was a ball! Balls were meant to be thrown, and tossed back, so that's why Aida threw it at him.

       He really had no clue as to what was in his hand. It was a ball, but he       never truly understood how they worked. Thanks to isolation from       society, things like these only struck him as puzzling. Humans were       quite strange to him— especially their young ones.

           … Flick.  

       Thus, the ball was tossed at her— for a flick was truly the best he could       do to contain his immense strength.

        “You earned it, kid. You earned it…. I guess?”

[violentorum]

❤ Aida throws her favorite toy at him.

        “Heh! Kid, I appreciate the gesture, but this is yours and only yours!         You’d make me hella of a lot more happy if you keep onto it— for your         own sake, really!”

[violentorum]

Unfortunate Meetings; || closed with skys-child || V: gang leader

[skys-child-deactivated20140607]

❤ Aida stared up at the intimidating male with an innocent look— and not an ounce of fear in that chubby face of hers. As he spoke, Aida was consumed with giggles that bounced around the area. She loved it when people spoke, and she loved it when people noticed her too, because she just loved people. Being alone wasn’t fun, and that was the only time Aida ever really got sad— was when she was alone, so even in the presence of a man that could, and might, easily kill her, she still smiled.

She crawled as close to the man as possible, which was merely an inch away from his feet, and stared right into his eyes with her big purple ones. Aida never cried— well, never is a strong word, it’s more like very rarely cries. And the only time she’s known to whine is when she’s in pain, and even then it’s only a few whimpers until the pain subsides. Carefully she puts a hand down on the man’s feet, playing with whatever might be there— everything was a plaything to her, whether it be someone’s feet or an actual baby toy. The entire time she was smiling fearlessly— happily, even.

[violentorum]

                      How unfortunate for the child. She had refused to heed his warnings and escape his sights. Instead of following his orders, she only crawled nearer to him and closed the distance between them that could determine if she would be harmed or spared. The moment that smile crept onto her face as if she had accomplished something important, he couldn't help but glare into her eyes with pitch-black eyes of absolute spite and outrage. His facial structures were coated with jeers, his body was still. Everything about him was ominous-- as if time itself had just frozen.          

                  However, that was not the case. In a threatening way that was stapled to its corners with a promise, he reeled back one leg and was practically charging up for a ruthless punt. His strength was as formidable as his demeanor, and if he had to end up seriously maiming this child, then so be it. It was not his own offspring, and it never would be his offspring. Kemp was the leader of a ruthless, malignant gang of thugs that had been trained to serve him and only him. A child flaunting its existence did nothing to create a smile.

               All it created was a one-way ticket to immense pain that he would deliciously give out in the most sadistic ways possible.

[cyhero-deactivated20170102]

"I’ll have you know that I’m a GROWN WOMAN—-  One who won’t be losing to some FOOKIN’ BEAR!”

                    Uh oh, there goes that competitive spirit of her’s!

                                                            Whoops. 

[violentorum]

           "REALLY!? GROWN WOMAN!? HEH!             Come back when you're forty-nine and know how to PLAY             FUCKING POKER!"

                           Fear not, for his competitive side was also rising at                            frightening velocities.

          "YOU WANT JUSTICE!? I'll show you justice! And that justice will             be WIPING YOUR SHIT OUT BEFORE YOU EMBARRASS            YOURSELF FURTHER, 'ACE DETECTIVE!"

[reikioracle-deactivated20141130]

  ▐「☯」— Kaito felt how every single saliva drop was aggressively spitted all over his face whenever the troglodytical ursine opened his muzzle to talk—no—to shout, and although that feeling, the feeling of musky and warm drool running downard his face, unpleased him to a whole new level, the rescuer grudgingly waited until the unjust rant came to an end. It was nice to enjoy silence once again. Kaito would have paid with his bowels just to recover the oh-so beloved silence who many in his situation would have wished for. Ah, but he wasn’t just going to rest in peace once again, not after the horrid scolding he just received, no, no. First at all, and after exchanging adamant stares with the monochrome emperor, Kaito placed both of his claws on his forehead, and with a single and swift vertical wipe, he removed most of the saliva droplets who dwelt all across his face like stinking transparent ticks. Ah, ah, how it felt good to get rid of those ticks.

The auric monster’s eyelids closed with the aggressiveness of a couple of metallic roller shutters, but only for a brief second, as these shutters once again offered the pair of burning rubies to anyone customer who exchanged glances with Kaito. The emperor, label given for the Pangoro inside Kaito’s mind, was the only one who received the exchange, unwilling or not, but glances weren’t going to be the only things exchanged in this heavy prattle.

❝As much as I would adore to accept your kind offer, I am afraid I must politely decline it with the unbearable pain of my soul.❞ With his right claw positioned over the spike placed in the middle of his chest, a melodramatic, Shayminspearean and even sarcastic gesture of faked grief was performed atop his cynical yet legitimate declination, and without leaving a lapse of time for the other to talk—shout back at him, Lucario added: ❝I love my job. I love my job so much. I love my job so much that I do it with all of my energies. Doing it otherwise—with no energies left—would very much imply that I loathe what I love to do: Helping others in distress.❞ The azure-colored stream, belonging to a righteous warrior, could be seen bursting from the depths of his being by anyone with the inheritable skill of seeing something as invisible as aura could be. Quickly, another statement was added:

❝Undoubtedly, I am being accused of an innocent sin committed by myself and only by myself. The accuser, being you, who professedly declares to take care of the noteworthy position of governing with your savage authority, wishes to give me, the innocent sinner who meant no harm and had pure intentions, an eternal punishment for merely placing his feet on a piece of unmarked territory, the latter being a fact that I was never told of. These accusers, arrogant tyrants blindfolded by a false justice previously imposed by themselves only, deserve my respect not, and even less, my very own fear.❞ Kaito didn’t plan nor want to fuck himself, and asking him for such an obviously disrespectful task which was at the same time a blatant insult, merely delivered after committing an innoffensive accident, was a way to NOT gain Kaito’s respect. 

Stubbornness, diligence, industriousness, dumbness, however anyone wanted to label the Lucario’s behavior as, he would keep looking for the “mysterious item" until he finally finds it, in order to accomplish his true mission:

“[…] Helping others in distress.”

❝Steel knows no fear, not even if I have to fight against a menacing-looking antagonist such as yourself; steels knows no doubt, as I will not hesitate in moving you out of my way if you do not get out by yourself. To fight I wish not, truth be told; however, if you still wish to be an obsessive emperor towards someone who came in plenary peace, then, as the chivalrous knight I am, I warn you to prepare yourself to receive the verisimilar strenght of my Fists of Steel.❞

[violentorum]

                          That was it. That was the last straw needed to truly push him into a batch of absolute molten rage. Those very words-- the ones that the Lucario utilized, were not only meant to try and place Kemp in his place, but also defiled the very single law that was stapled to the forest as if it was a stack of papers upon a professor's desk. The very law that kept his peace, serenity, and composure in check. The other was daring to keep treading through his forest-- his haven. Although the other Lucario might not have tried to outright piss Kemp off into an uncontrollable rage, he had indeed found the perfect set of words needed to bereave him of any serenity that was left.

                    "SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU ASSHOLE! You're one of the types that speaks as if they know EVERYTHING about another! Well, let me tell you this, CUNT! YOU trespassed onto SACRED land! YOU-- the blue fucking asshat-- CAME ONTO MY LAND TRYING TO FIND SHIT WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! Wanna know why there are rules!? Because they AVOID STUPID SHIT LIKE ME HAVING TO WASTE MY VALUABLE TIME INSTEAD OF HUNTING DOWN ACTUAL ASSHOLES.

                      Kemp's meaty and enormous fists were soon collided with each other, which resulted in a thundering clamp to spread across the entire area. Numerous bird-like Pokemon departed from their resting places, bushes rustled in fear and were only quelled by an escape, and the skies were as dull as the ground it surveyed daily. Everything was embedded onto fate itself as serious and anxious, albeit this truly was a misunderstanding between two souls that were both meaning to do well in their own ways. However, that was the way of life, and nothing would ever change that.

                    Besides, a valiant exchange of fists between two fighting-types always solved everything. Thanks to their typing, they were equals-- ones who not only shared similar advantages, but also similar disadvantages. They were both on the same coin, for one thrived on rudimentary justice with words and a heart of steel pureness, while the other dished out justice with fists and a heart of pure impurity.

                   Swiftly, the Pangoro readied himself with a sturdy and daunting stance. His body went still, for no circulation of air or blood could even be viewed upon him. His face was stitched by determination and seriousness, all other emotions being plucked by figurative fingers of primrose and left to be utilized later. His paws were formulated into spheres that closely resembled wrecking-balls, accompanied by his pure strength and experience that practically laced the air with an odor of absolute intensity. This Pangoro had seen countless bouts before, and this one was no different. His age might have been peaking its way towards justified retirment in this field, but nothing, and absolutely NOTHING would ever stop him from doing anything in his power to protect the forest and its memories.

                 Despite the other's words, he wasn't doing this just for his rule. He was doing this for everyone who resided in the forest. Kemp was ruling for the memories to never be forgotten, to never be tainted and to never be scorched and blazed by the brutal acts of other organisms. But most importantly, Kemp was pressing on for one creature that had been the closest to his heart... the very creature that, when they were alive, could sew his heart into mushes and keep him at his finest.

                 Kemp was going to engage in combat for his deceased wife-- and no words would ever convince him that he was wrong for ever enforcing rules upon her burial grounds.

                "We won't be separated," he ushered in a melancholic tone, his head tilting downwards at the minerals below him. "Not again-- not now. I'll stay here and I'll keep my promise."

              Breaking his concentration, the Pangoro glowered at the fighting-type that was standing before him. His gaze was strengthened by an inferno of passion that cantankerously rambled upon in his heart, soon allowing him to find a copious and plentiful amount of energy to lean forward and bellow out a thunderous voice of absolute promise. "YOU'RE LEAVING MY FOREST-- BE IT IN PIECES OR ONE PIECE. YOU'RE LEAVING AND YOU'RE NEVER COMING BACK, YOU STUPID FUCK!"

[violentorum]

Unpleasant Visits || closed with glassmemoir || gang!AU

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[violentorum]

                               Everything about her situation was immensely SATISFYING. She was learning-- whether she was willing or not, she was indeed learning. Her mind was recognizing how much of a mistake she had made. Her body language said it all, for he had just caused it with one of the most mighty punches he's ever given. That fist did its job well, and its masterful and artful picture had been completed with the look on her face! Agony, pain, absolute regret... all it did was fuel Kemp's utter hunger, allowing him to simply let out a chilling roar of absolute dominance. Nicole couldn't hope to meet him in battle, and her utilization of words would only meet her with a prominent death-- a slow, heart-wrenching death that Kemp would enjoy until her inch of life slipped away.

                          However, he still wasn't satisfied. There wasn't as much glory as he had hoped! Sure, she was wobbling in front of him, possibly bleeding internally thanks to his fist's collision with her stomach... but he wanted more. More, more, more, more, MORE! Everything about this only left him demanding for MORE! More of her suffering. More of her fear. More of her life spiraling down into despair, only to be replaced with him standing above her and ordering her around like she was nothing but a tool. There was something so tyrannical and twisted in him that squirmed in a revolting manner, otherwise known as his most cruelest and sickening desires.

          Power....

                   The means to MAKE EVERYONE'S LIFE HELL.        

                         This-- this WASN'T enough to teach her! Or, at least, not to his blinded pupils of carnage and rage. Nicole wasn't suffering enough-- she wasn't begging to be left alone and she wasn't pleading to have another chance. Her apology!? HA! All it did was fall on death ears, oozing away like chocolate underneath the sun's attentive beams of absolute nonchalance. There had to be more to this-- something that could make her absolutely crawl in a puddle of her own liquid. Anything below that would have been... too generous for him. As of now, he was being a bit too careful with her. It was time to change that.

                      Kemp held up another palm, and it appeared to be nothing short of sweaty, meaty, and absolutely powerful. The arm that it was connected to gently slid through the air, moving at a snail's pace as it slowly but surely made contact with the color of her shirt. Kemp's previous look of absolute wrath had molded like clay into something much more sadistic. A grin, reminiscent of a snake, had blessed his gruff features and only stacked onto the unpredictability of his actions. However, such steadiness was broken, his arm retracting her onto his stomach before he jerked her in fiercely back in front of him.

                    His eyes were fitting for this confrontation. Soulless, lifeless... barely even visible.

                  "Disgusting little SLUT! You haven't learned your lesson. You're just saying you're sorry LIKE THE LITTLE BITCH YOU ARE! You're looking for an escape-- but I won't let you. I'll NEVER let you escape me, cunt. You're mine, I own you. Everything you own is mine. Your life is mine. Everything you love is mine, and if you DARE FUCKING CROSS ME AGAIN THEY'LL ALL BE OBLITERATED. After all, they're now mine, and I can do whatever I want with them. Every object you've touched, every FRIEND you have... all of them are now mine because of your USELESS FUCKING MIND. I want you to think about that, you pretty bitch.Think about it the next time you EVER think that you-- a mere human, a waste of space; could ever have the power to command me. You're the lowest of the low-- the shittiest of the shittiest. YOU. ARE. NOTHING. WITHOUT. ME."         

               And with that, he tossed her back onto the ground before he crossed his thickset arms. Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic. She was so weak and frail compared to him. It only provided him with a good punching bag and a pretty, attractive, and glamorous face. In that moment, his expression explained it all. From that day forth, she was going to be in close range of the violent and temperamental beast that had just shook her around.

              Whenever he came to that realization, nothing short of a pleasant, content smile brushed over him like pristine waves on the shoreline. She might have been weak, frail, and pathetic in his eyes... but she was still equally his property in those pupils of absolute horror.

            "You WILL call me master," he spat, soon followed by him actually committing the action of pumping his saliva onto her. "You don't even have the qualifications to call me boss."

[dolilopunny]

Errand girl blues ☁

"What the hell is your problem! Give it back!”

{/Here she was, collecting money for Kemp, and some Murkrow, literally took like five of the Poké. How could he?! If she didn’t get that back then Kemp was going to have her head when she managed to get back to him! Fast paced hops, were used to catch up to it, and high jumps were used to catch the Murkrow.

The squawking, flapping dark bird in her hands was trying to get away. The Poké still stuck in it’s talons. Doli began to squeeze at the base of its wings, adding pressure in an attempt to begin hurting it and trying to get it to give up the currency. However, it…it was so scrawny. And afraid. And it was trying so hard to fly away. She couldn’t hurt it. Not when she wanted the same thing.

A deep sigh, and she yanked one of the coins from it’s talons to put back in her bag. She couldn’t well enough take money completely from the Murkrow. It was probably starving, and trying to buy food in the plaza. A deep sigh, and she checked her bag of the Poké she did manage to get from the chest. It was a good amount, she even got a few rare items. This should be good enough for Kemp. Hopefully.

That old speaking, rude bastard. Doli couldn’t wait for the day when he finally croaks. When that day comes, she’s taking all her stuff back from him. And she’s going back home where the Lopunny roam. But for now, those delicate legs of her were moving with a speed that he could never match. Being in the top 40 out of 200 of the fastest Pokémon. He would never catch her if she tried to run. But that wouldn’t stop him from using a Pokémon who could catch her in no time. She took pride in being fast, one of the fastest out there. But against a Psychic type who could pick her up, or against a web she didn’t notice, she was trapped. And if he caught her trying to run, he would break those legs of hers.

And he also didn’t like to be kept waiting. That’s why when he wanted quick money, she was the one to go get it. He had a Ninjask recruit, why not send him? Oh yeah, no muscles. Bitch couldn’t take a hit if he used harden. It was just a hassle for Doli. He didn’t even ask her if she wanted to join. He just took her in the middle of an exploration.

Still, negative thoughts aside, she had to calm down. She was entering the bamboo thicket where he resided. It took her no time to find him, the smell of his testosterone was so strong it was ridiculous. Approaching him, but staying at a respectable distance, she set her bag on the ground, and then dumped all the contents out so he could see it. It was the usual set up, her brush and a small thing of cream to help smooth her fur out, and another cream to help fluff the ends. And then of course tacked on to that was all the Poké she managed to get, and a few gems she picked up.}

"Here, its everything I have in my bag today. Is there anything else I can do for you, Boss?"

[violentorum]

                               Taking over this gang had proven to be nothing but luxuries and royalties for the dark and fighting type. He had been in this position of power for such a copious amount of time that he forgot the year he appointed himself as their ruler. Their 'savior.' His age also didn't help, for it proved that he was perhaps the most senior member next to the ones who forced him into their hold. However, he had no complaints. This was his position of authority-- his reign of absolute tyranny. Whatever he said would be dutifully accomplished with only the best of the best at his disposal, and any refusal would be met with immediate death.                              However, even those luxuries failed to clean up that furious and wrathful look upon his structures. No matter how well a job was completed, no matter how much praise was bestowed upon him, he would never be pleased. Why s h o u l d he be pleased? If he every showed them any signs of weakness, then that would only cause his respect to drop. They would think he had moments of leniency-- moments of absolute bliss. Those moments were far and few between, but that only furthered Kemp's goal to keep such moments underneath a shroud of darkness. His followers had no clue that he could experience the smooches and snuggles of joy, and he would adore for that fact to always be in place.

                            In but a moment's time,  the Pangoro turned his head over towards the other in a sluggish, frigid, and stern manner. His pitch-black eyes soon conjured up a deathly eye-contact with the other, only proving that her job better have been satisfactory. His body posture was upright, allowing his equally chilling shadow to consume her and keep her underneath a demeaning position. Purposely, he elevated himself from his current resting place, soon proving the gap between their heights. Along with this was his stance, which only proved to be stiff and rigid. Everything about him appeared to move in slow-motion until the time bellowed for it, which only cemented himself into being a threatening individual with importance sucking succulent juices from his very essence.

                          Their stare was broken by his own volition. Tilting his head downwards, he gazed upon the currency that had been dropped at his feet. For a moment, there was a sickening grin that slithered slyly onto his features. However, it was not a grin that proved to be anything known as delightful or one to soothe her worries of him harming her. Kemp only grinned whenever a job was considered a failure. Her work was indeed F A I L U R E. She did not manage to obtain the sufficient amount of money needed for his picky nature, and as a result, his head tilted upwards until his toxic grin of insidious nature fully covered itself across his face.

                    "You will come over here. When you do, you will look down at the mess and you will stare until you're prompted otherwise." His voice was practically drizzled with an authoritative tone, each syllable escaping his jaw proving to be nothing short of serious and expectant. There was something illusive that was also tucked underneath the corners of his words, which only proved to add to his threatening and unpredictable nature. There was no telling on what he'd do, which in turn, only demanded her absolute attention and respect.

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                                  SHE MADE A MISTAKE!   

        Kemp growled-- nay-- he ROARED directly into her face. His         shallow, murky breath basically slapped her across her physical         structures, a signal that she wasn't going to get anywhere safe if         she thought she could twist him to her will. The distance between         them was closed-- they might as well have been tethered by the         strings of fate itself. His mass and girth had pressed her up against         that wall, his pitch-black eyes skyrocketing into threatening eye-         contact with her as his teeth were flaunted. Those teeth were         mighty, furious, and appeared to be snuggling onto such a         potential that could force a skyscraper to its very KNEES.

         In that moment, he wasted no more time. His thoughts were         expressed, a single word coming from naught his maw, but more         from the action that he had just committed. That meaty, thickset,         beefy paw that he was threatening her with? Well, it had         precipitately rattled the atmosphere, only to propel itself fiercely         into Nicole's stomach and TWISTED! Churning, mangling-- it was         creating a knot right over her torso, forcing her into a sterling         realization. He took orders from NO ONE! Kemp took requests from         NO LIVING THING! Everything was his-- even if he had to ruthlessly         grind, smash, and obliterate ANY obstacle in his way! And as of         now, the only obstacle in his path was her IMPRUDENCE.

     "YOU DIRTY TRAMP," he roared, his forehead in direct contact with        hers, which he was conveniently using to keep their eye-contact in        piece. "You DENIED me! TWICE! FUCKING TWICE! ONLY TO        THEN TELL ME-- ME-- TO FUCKING WAIT! I can KILL YOU! I        WILL KILL YOU IF YOU DON'T SHUT YOUR DIRTY WHORE        MOUTH AND OBEY MY FUCKING WORDS! I'm NOT playing        games with you or your SHITTY father! I could have him WIPED        from the COUNTRYSIDE! I. OWN. YOU. AND. YOUR. FAMILY!"

       His words-- oh, how they were strung with only the most formidable        of tones! They were astringent. They were PROMISES. There were        no questions or doubt that was tucked into the closets of his        vocabulary, for each syllable was resonating with a statement or        promise that could rattle any brain and force them into the depths of        HIS reality. Everything about him was forebodding. Kindness was a        F A L L A C Y to him. If anyone crossed him, then they deserved to        be hoisted back into their place where they belonged.

       "Look what you MADE me DO! Say you're sorry, SLUT! I didn't have        to do that-- I SHOULDN'T HAVE HAD TO DO THAT! But you        FORCED me! I bet you WANTED to be punished for defying me.        You did. That's it, you BITCH." His contact with her was soon        broken, his meaty palm tossing her directly to the side of the floor.        In but a moment's grace of time, his thickset feet stomped        maliciously to the couch that was residing in the room. The furniture,        however, was an equal to Nicole. As such, the Pangoro's anatomy        arched towards the furniture, gripped it with one paw, and was        immediately bashed through one of the many walls that separated        this room from the others. As a result, his skull was cocked back at        a remarkably quick speed, his attention soon directed back on        Nicole.

                                     "GET UP."