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| It's then that something else catches his attention, a slightly brighter fleck in the landscape beside her, a little more reluctant to take shape. ...she's brought a human with her? The realisation sparks an inevitable spike of alarm and concern - if someone's managed, against all odds, to tame her, then nothing was sacred and he had to assume her at odds. If that's what he's witnessing, it's a dark day for his kind, indeed. | It's then that something else catches his attention, a slightly brighter fleck in the landscape beside her, a little more reluctant to take shape. ...she's brought a human with her? The realisation sparks an inevitable spike of alarm and concern - if someone's managed, against all odds, to tame her, then nothing was sacred and he had to assume her at odds. If that's what he's witnessing, it's a dark day for his kind, indeed. |
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| <fc #008888>The whispered greeting pulls at Solalon's attention, dragging his gaze along the ground until it finds the piercing, alien gaze staring back at him, barely visible in the fog but undoubtedly there. ~Psynateh,~ he replies, a note of pleasant surprise in the mental reply, the faint glow emanating from the cream-colored Legendary's scales growing a bit brighter and warmer. A moment later, he spots the shape next to her, and a wire of tense concern spikes through him as he recognizes it as a human. Why would she have brought a human here?</fc> | <color #008888>The whispered greeting pulls at Solalon's attention, dragging his gaze along the ground until it finds the piercing, alien gaze staring back at him, barely visible in the fog but undoubtedly there. ~Psynateh,~ he replies, a note of pleasant surprise in the mental reply, the faint glow emanating from the cream-colored Legendary's scales growing a bit brighter and warmer. A moment later, he spots the shape next to her, and a wire of tense concern spikes through him as he recognizes it as a human. Why would she have brought a human here?</color> |
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| <fc #008888>The worst case scenario - unlikely as it may be - is that she'd been captured and tamed by this human. It was difficult to imagine, but then again, it was difficult to imagine circumstances that would lead to Psynateh bringing a human to Vereheq. If that were the case... He couldn't stomach the thought of battling her, but it might end up being necessary.</fc> | <color #008888>The worst case scenario - unlikely as it may be - is that she'd been captured and tamed by this human. It was difficult to imagine, but then again, it was difficult to imagine circumstances that would lead to Psynateh bringing a human to Vereheq. If that were the case... He couldn't stomach the thought of battling her, but it might end up being necessary.</color> |
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| <fc #008888>Eyes dart back and forth between the two figures in the fog, ultimately settling on his fellow Legendary. ~What brings you here? And who is this?~ he asks, gesturing with his muzzle towards the human. The tone is still friendly, but edged with concerned tension.</fc> | <color #008888>Eyes dart back and forth between the two figures in the fog, ultimately settling on his fellow Legendary. ~What brings you here? And who is this?~ he asks, gesturing with his muzzle towards the human. The tone is still friendly, but edged with concerned tension.</color> |
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| The human's attention is chiefly on the ground. After an unfortunate run-in with a small rock earlier, his right ankle was still aching a little bit, but it hadn't bent far enough to require serious rest. The rest of him was another matter. For some inexplicable reason he was wholly reluctant to express his discontent to a Legendary quite too loudly. It's right about now that he's had enough of his subservience in the matter. "I'm stopping, I need a rest and a drink," he exhales softly and numbly, dragging the fleshy base of his left hand's thumb against one eyebrow to knead out the traces of a headache. | The human's attention is chiefly on the ground. After an unfortunate run-in with a small rock earlier, his right ankle was still aching a little bit, but it hadn't bent far enough to require serious rest. The rest of him was another matter. For some inexplicable reason he was wholly reluctant to express his discontent to a Legendary quite too loudly. It's right about now that he's had enough of his subservience in the matter. "I'm stopping, I need a rest and a drink," he exhales softly and numbly, dragging the fleshy base of his left hand's thumb against one eyebrow to knead out the traces of a headache. |
| Psynateh, however, is not done. ~And yet, I... am unconvinced this is a human.~ There's a hesitance in her statement, incredulity entwined with something less tangible... is she spooked or thrilled by the prospect? | Psynateh, however, is not done. ~And yet, I... am unconvinced this is a human.~ There's a hesitance in her statement, incredulity entwined with something less tangible... is she spooked or thrilled by the prospect? |
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| <fc #008888>Solalon's features settle into a scornful grimace as his gaze focuses on the human Psynateh's brought him. A gym leader. The most dangerous variety of human, and the only ones for whom his opinions and those of some of his more militant fellow Legendaries agree. They're a poison to the human culture of the island, the greatest source of encouragement to the continued violent subjugation of pokémon. What on earth could he possibly have to speak to him about?</fc> | <color #008888>Solalon's features settle into a scornful grimace as his gaze focuses on the human Psynateh's brought him. A gym leader. The most dangerous variety of human, and the only ones for whom his opinions and those of some of his more militant fellow Legendaries agree. They're a poison to the human culture of the island, the greatest source of encouragement to the continued violent subjugation of pokémon. What on earth could he possibly have to speak to him about?</color> |
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| <fc #008888>At the very least, this self-proclaimed gym leader doesn't seem to be initiating any aggression yet -- though Solalon is still prepared to deal with a sudden change in tone.</fc> | <color #008888>At the very least, this self-proclaimed gym leader doesn't seem to be initiating any aggression yet -- though Solalon is still prepared to deal with a sudden change in tone.</color> |
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| <fc #008888>Psynateh's second comment causes Solalon's features to wrinkle in confusion. She thinks he might not be human? ~What exactly makes you say that?~ he replies, taking a few cautious steps closer. ~What else would he be?~ he adds a moment later.</fc> | <color #008888>Psynateh's second comment causes Solalon's features to wrinkle in confusion. She thinks he might not be human? ~What exactly makes you say that?~ he replies, taking a few cautious steps closer. ~What else would he be?~ he adds a moment later.</color> |
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| There's a sudden hesitance to her demeanour, as if there were something awkward about his question, and her muzzle gives a light avian bob. For a moment, there's a hint of fragility to her that he's never seen before, that crushing presence softened into something almost allowing purchase for empathy's grappling... then it's gone as she rights herself again and affixes her gaze upon him once more, evidently having decided on how to express her opinion. ~I am uncertain what else he can be, but his soul is too rich to fit a single human lifetime and absent of the telltale flavours of any recognisable tribe I have ever interacted with.~ Her gaze wanders to the human - who, left out of the psychic conversation, spawns a subtly nervous expression, willing himself to be still. ~Though he does believe himself to be human,~ Psynateh adds, as if afterthought, then drops her curious glare and anchors her gaze back toward Solalon, posture respectful. | There's a sudden hesitance to her demeanour, as if there were something awkward about his question, and her muzzle gives a light avian bob. For a moment, there's a hint of fragility to her that he's never seen before, that crushing presence softened into something almost allowing purchase for empathy's grappling... then it's gone as she rights herself again and affixes her gaze upon him once more, evidently having decided on how to express her opinion. ~I am uncertain what else he can be, but his soul is too rich to fit a single human lifetime and absent of the telltale flavours of any recognisable tribe I have ever interacted with.~ Her gaze wanders to the human - who, left out of the psychic conversation, spawns a subtly nervous expression, willing himself to be still. ~Though he does believe himself to be human,~ Psynateh adds, as if afterthought, then drops her curious glare and anchors her gaze back toward Solalon, posture respectful. |
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