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7/10

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DATS WRONG, BETCH!

ouo Hi

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I am so sleepy. Can barely stay awake.

Juu

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I have no idea! We should go to the help desk and see what they might know!

Juupoop

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So I've been sketching Mightyena heads today to get some practice in with variation. I've got a couple different styles of heads, but this one so far is my favorite:

Just look at that flea bitten, tongue lolling, overbite having 'mon. I love'em. <3

I might actually use this one for one of the future characters in 'The Dwellers'. ouo

[[CW - ongoing story] The Dwellers - Ch.5 up!]

Chapter 2: The Silence

It had been what felt like days since Morrison and Percy lashed out at one another. Time itself seemed to travel barely an inch per second as unease decided to rest itself upon the two Poochyena, making it difficult for a simple hour to feel like a simple hour. Both pups were still next to Albert, their ears back and their eyes barely lifting from the soaked ground. The silence the pack had fallen into was practically devastating for them, making the aftermath even more difficult to bare. Still the pups kept silent, knowing that this tension could easily be ignited once more with the wrong word.

Thunder boomed across the sky, scaring the two Poochyena as it had so many times prior. The only difference now was the unmoving bodies of the two pups as they remained practically frozen to the ground. Albert noticed this and sighed, reaching to pull the two closer so they could bury their faces against him.

“It’ll be alright boys. We just be havin’ a little scuffle is all. No need te’ be workin’ yerselves up like this,” he cooed. He licked the heads of the pups in hopes of a reaction. It didn’t have to be verbal or anything, just something that Albert could feel relieved by. Percy had spat out so much truth that Albert worried how Johanna and Prince were taking it. Not only was this the first real fight they’d seen between two packmates like this, but it was honestly the first time so much reality was thrown at them.

He got no initial reaction, leaving the Mightyena almost clueless as to what to do next. He was a bit surprised when Derek had walked over, giving a little nudge to Prince’s rear end.

“...?” Prince looked over to Derek, half surprised at the nudge, and half still lost to Percy’s words.

“Everything is going to be explained to you and Johanna. We’ll get you two cleared up on this whole mess,” he tried to assure.

“... I hope that dont be meanin’ what I think it do,” protested Albert. His voice remained very calm throughout this so as to not ignite more flames. He watched Derek carefully, making sure to keep aware as to the beta’s body language. He watched a small smile grow on his face, listening intently as Derek responded.

“Unfortunately, it most likely does. We can’t keep them in the dark forever Albert. You of all our packmates know this.” Derek felt saddened as Albert sighed, looking to the pups before giving them both a lick atop their heads. “.... It was going to happen sooner or later.”

“I know…. I just be wishin’ it were later.”

Euca barely paid the beta and Albert any mind, instead working on grooming Percy’s matted and bloodied fur. He made a few glances over to Morrison, who had refused to be tended to and merely remained at Dahlia’s side just as he’d been prior. Euca didn’t even dare to speak to him yet. Morrison’s hope had been sent through a shredder during that fight, leaving the Mightyena seemingly lost to them. It was worrisome to say the least.

“I don’t know why the alpha is keeping that sack of flesh alive…” started Percy in a hushed voice.

“Percy!” answered Euca quickly through the same pitch.

“I mean it! Look… it’s obvious that Dahlia isn’t going to get better. You think it doesn’t affect me? It does. However… I’m not so hung up over her like Morrison that I let it cloud my vision. He needs to let her go. He’s only prolonging her suffering…” while Percy’s words were harsh, his voice held hints of something that only Euca was able to really pick up on. With a sigh, Euca just continued to groom, chatting softly with his friend as they exchanged their views on the current situation.

Night trudged on for the pack, as did the storm. It seemed almost never ending for everyone as each member found sleep to be unattainable. They only spoke to certain other members every so often, each discussion barely audible to anyone outside of whisper range. The only ones that said nothing throughout the entirety of the night were Killa, Prince, Johanna, Thorn, and Morrison. They remained silent, keeping to themselves out of fear, anger, sadness, forlorn, and contempt.

As morning slowly drew near, the storm seemed to begin subsiding. The lightning was but a memory by this point; faint thunder the only thing remaining as a distant reminder of what had consumed the sky for nearly two full days. There was still a bit of rainfall, but nothing like earlier. What had been a downpour was turning into a soft drizzle, almost like the sky itself was trying to soften the blow the pack had felt.

Morrison looked up, eyes wide and teeth clenched together. “Dahlia… Dahlia please drink! The rain is almost gone..! Please…. please drink before it’s all gone…” he pleaded softly. He pressed his head against the weakened female’s shoulder, his own tears starting to form. “We can’t lose you too. We just can’t..”

Johanna and Prince were looking over to Morrison as he pleaded, their attention diverted from what still danced around in their heads. In a way it was a relief for them. They hadn’t really had much to talk about to try and keep Percy’s words from echoing over and over, pushing themselves deeper and deeper down the brother’s throats. Albert and Derek also watched, both saddened by the scene before them. They had no clue how to help Morrison through this. Percy just ignored the pitiful whimpers while Euca half ways listened in. Killa like always, remained silent while Thorn reacted through simple ear twitches.

“You can get through this… I know you can…!” It took a lot for Derek to walk over, giving Morrison a gentle lick on his shoulder. “Just please try to drink. Show everyone how strong you are…”

“Morrison…”

“Just show them..!”

“Morrison…”

“What?” Finally, Morrison turned away from Dahlia. His eyes were bloodshot and shiny from his tears. Derek could see how vast and deep the pools of dread and sorrow were the very second his eyes locked onto them. It was daunting to say the least. The beta had lost his voice for a second, trying to regain his composure to look from the distraught Mightyena over to the sickly one.

“You know that… that she won’t make it? You know that what Percy said… well what he meant…. that he wasn’t wrong?” Derek sat next to Morrison as he spoke, his voice soft and in a sense, very calming. His words almost felt healing to those that heard them. Even if it hurt, there was just something about the way Derek held himself right now that seemed to give off calming waves of energy.

Morrison looked slowly back to Dahlia, seeing her fickle frame barely moving in its weak and pathetic attempts to suck in air. For the first time, Morrison could truly see the state of the female he constantly tried to encourage. It hurt him even more to see her like this, skinny and weak. Indents across her frame revealed her ribs and spine, her legs barely even looking like legs anymore.

“You need to let her go Morry. You need to let your sister finally rest.” Morry… the nickname that Dahlia always called him back when she was healthy; Back when she had the strength to play and hunt, to joke and laugh… to see and breath. Derek watched as his friend gently placed his head against Dahlia’s side one last time. The wolf tried to hold back his tears as he felt his sister’s breath fading. He wasn’t ready to let her go. He wasn’t ready to lose another family member.

Morrison remained like that, even after the last breath had been taken. He knew that his sister had been gone for days now, her body just barely trudging along behind her. Her suffering was over, and her pups were now again with the mother that life had initially denied them of. Still, in Morrison’s heart, he cried for her to come back. Despite knowing all of this and having witnessed the pain she was in for so long, he still wanted her back.

Derek went to lay down beside the sobbing Mightyena to keep him company as the rest remained in their silence. Johanna had pressed his face deep into Albert’s fur while Prince watched the scene before them. He could hear his brother’s whimpers coming through Albert’s scruff despite how deeply the light brown pup tried to hide them. Prince wanted to console his brother like Derek was for Morrison, but didn’t know how. He couldn’t think of what words to say let alone where his voice had gone. Each time he tried to speak, he could only push out a soft breath of air.

As Morrison was allowed to mourn his sister, Killa remained with her back turned to the mess. Her ears were prompt and listening, picking up on whatever they could. Even through all of what was happening, she remained stagnant in her reaction. She showed no remorse, no anger, nothing at all. The only thing she showed was her confidence in Derek to handle this. She trusted his judgement more than anyone else, and knew that if anyone could help bring this nightmare to an end, it was him.

Her eyes glanced to the right just then, glancing Thorn as he came to a halt next to her. She spoke nothing to him, merely letting her body do all the talking she needed.

“My alpha,” he began, bowing to her before he spoke any further, “I am going to search the parameter. With the rains dying down, I feel that it’s the perfect opportunity to not only refresh our borderlines, but also to scout for any intruders.”

Killa looked away from him, letting herself take a few moments more of silence before finally speaking words of her own, “Take Euca with you. Scavenge for any food while you’re refreshing the borderline.”

“Yes my alpha.”

“Oh, and Thorn?” Thorn stopped mid turn and looked to her, asking what else she wanted of him. “If you happen to spy any of the twins’ pack nearby… do not engage them. That includes warning shots. You act based on how they’re presenting themselves. Understood?”

“Understood.” Thorn bowed once more before turning completely to walk away. Killa watched as he went over to Euca and then as the two got up to being their patrol. Her ears flattened as she watched the two vanish, her nerves slowly stiffening as she could only predict the outcome were any patrol’s of the twins spotted. As quickly as her nerves stiffened however, they began to relax when she looked to the rest of her pack. They were devastated from the losses they’d just had to suffer. Two were injured, two were untrained, honestly only her beta was of any use were something to happen. It was true there was Albert, but even he wasn’t as fit as he used to be. Malnourishment and age clearly didn’t look good on him despite how much he joked about it. If anyone was to die next, Albert was the likeliest of candidates.

“Arceus help us if the twin’s try anything, “ she prayed to herself. After hours of laying still in the pouring rain, Killa finally decided to get her body moving again. Her fur felt like a weight as she went to stand. With a rapid shake, she threw off a lot of the excess rain that remained atop her fur, leaving only the soaked in rain for her to deal with as she made her way over to the rest of her remaining pack.

“As Dahlia has now demonstrated for you pups, life is not going to always be like the stories you are told by Albert.” Johanna and Prince both looked to her just then, their heads turning slowly as if weighed down by the very thoughts that had been plaguing them most of the night. “You will need to learn to face these challenges and obstacles if you wish to try to remain alive. I cannot promise you however that by doing so, that you WILL remain alive. Understand?”

Johanna and Prince both looked at one another before looking back to their alpha. They were confused by what she said and were both struggling to really take all of it in.

“What she is sayin’ to you two be that ye’ be needin’ te’ learn how te’ handle yerselves out in this world o’ ours. My stories, though excitin’ as they are, can no longer be how ye’ both be seein’ things.” It was obvious that the two pups were still a bit confused and dazed from this. They still had confusion plastered on their faces next to everything else that they were feeling at the time. Just then, their attention was drawn quickly to Percy as he spoke.

“You live in a world of poison. Learn to become immune to it, or you’re both going to be killed by it.” Percy then sneezed, snorting soon after to clear up his nostrils. “To put it simply… everything and everyone wants to kill you. If something doesn’t kill you, then they’re just toying with you. Sizing you up. Breaking you down. Doesn’t matter how you say it, everything will try everything to make sure you breath your last breath.”

“... Thank you Percy. That was riveting to listen to,” complained Morrison. He then went back to silence, nuzzling his sister as he tried his best to just ignore what the other Mightyena had to say. Derek just sighed a bit, shaking his head as he looked over at Percy.

“Not everything is going to want to kill them, Percy. There are some things out there that would rather see us alive and safe than dead or in danger.”

“You would know, wouldn’t you Derek?” Percy spat. Just then, a bit of a shock came to everyone when Killa turned on Percy, barring her teeth and pulling her lips back as she stepped towards him. The sudden fear in Percy, as quickly as it came and went, was extremely prominent. He knew instantly the mistake he’d made, and held back his tongue from making any other kind of remarks. She stared at him for what felt like ages before squinting a bit. She then turned around to look back at the pups to see that they were almost as wide eyed as Percy just was. With a hefty sigh, she began to patch up the gaps that Percy left.

“Percy makes a point, but so does Derek. Not everything is going to want you dead. However, that doesn’t mean that you should give anything, or anyone, the chance to get to that point. Be cautious and alert. What may seem harmless, such as the filth in the water,” she mentioned with a glance to Dahlia, “Could wind up being the most violent killer we face.”

Morrison wanted to retort at that, growling at the disregard his alpha was showing to Dahlia. Derek kept him in check though. He made sure to let the mourning Mightyena know through simple body movements, that his alpha wasn’t trying to start anything nor was she trying to disrespect Dahlia’s death. The pack was very well aware of Killa’s strange etiquette and persona, but it still had a way of getting under their fur every so often.

Morrison calmed himself with Derek’s guidance, taking back to looking at his sister while just barely paying much mind to the conversation with the pups. He knew that this lesson was important for them, and that he too should add to the explanation being given, but he just couldn’t. He barely even knew what to do himself now that his sister was gone. All that he could get himself to feel currently was crippling loneliness. He knew he wasn’t truly alone, but it didn’t stop his heart from shutting itself into a dark room.

“You will both begin training today after Thorn and Euca return from patrol. They will be the ones to teach you how to hunt, stalk, scout, mark, and size up your opponents. You will train every day until you have everything down and can effectively hunt for yourselves.” She then said something that not even her beta could have predicted.

“I refuse to have any dead weight helping the suffering of my pack to grow. If I find that you’re not going to cut it, I’ll just kill you.” Her eyes were dead serious and locked strictly on the two Poochyena. They both stared back in fear, seeing nothing but a cold and looming presence standing there in the form of their alpha.

“Arceus help them…” whispered Derek.

[[Feedback] The Dwellers - Is anyone reading my fanfic?]

Yay thank you for the feedback! I went back to both chapters and fixed the spelling errors (including others I found myself that I didn't notice in the google doc), as well as got rid of that one sentence you pointed out. You were right on it breaking the flow. It also felt unneeded since well... Garret is dead. Not like he's going to be looked to for anything anymore. xD

But yus thank you! I find it hard to really come up with a unique premise, so I instead focus on working around that with the characters. I try to add in my own little twisty turns to the plot as well to add some surprise and real uniqueness, but that stuff is usually revealed through time. Soooo yeah. I'm happy that the characters have been able to help draw you in!

Is it wrong that I probably love Percy most of all? Like.... he's such a dick but I love him... l'D

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Why you never guess me right, sempai? QnQ

mde

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As are you, my friend!

Juupoo

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I don't know mang. How did YOU?

mickymousecapade

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Dang you Stalker. I thought I told you to quit stalkin me?

Stalker

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*slides in on the slidebelt of whatever*

GatorLover thank you very much! >u>

JuuPoo

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God dammit how did you know?! I thought I was doing a great job sneaking around too!!

Eorza

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But you didn't expect me, Juu. Nope. I'm an outlier. >u>

Isn't that right, mde?

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6/10

[Women and the Military Draft]

I had a boss at my old job who was in the military. She would be sent off every so often for training. She could kick the asses of many guys if she wanted to. Long story short, plain old answer is: "I don't know."

The performance of every single woman cannot be categorized based on what only a few may show. There are probably woman out there a shit ton more capable than guys when it comes to certain field positions. That includes carrying the 60 lbs (my boss could easily do that). What all of this comes down to is simple 'he said', 'she said' notions that while yes, we have an opinion to state, and no more true than they are false.

Woman are a capable creature.

Men are a capable creature.

It boils down to the individuals themselves rather than the inclusion of an entire populace.

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Nope it's just big ol' me flopping in at number whatever this post is!!

I say Juu comes next

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You've definitely got talent. What else have you got up your sleeves?

What else? Hmmmm.... how about some Feral art? 8D

Annnnnnnd ummm..... a griffon character of mine as a wee bab!!

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Moar Skittylord cause why the heck not?

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Try again

TRHS

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Chapter 1: The Unthinkable

The storm ravaged on showing no signs of regressing anytime soon. Each member of Killa’s pack was soaked to the bone from the continuous rains. There weren’t many places in the southern part of the Peridot Ward that the pack could take shelter in unfortunately. Most places that existed were already inhabited by other Pokemon, or in most cases, by human gangs. The run down buildings that looked at least ten times their age didn’t fair much better either. Their destroyed walls, broken in rooftops, and unstable foundations made it too tricky to take one of them for shelter either. For now, the pack remain in their open alleyway near the dumpster. The smell was ungodly when the rains fell, but it was something they just had to deal with.

“Alpha still isn’t back yet,” whined Prince as he curled up against Albert some more, trying to find dry fur to nuzzle into. Albert was a fairly seasoned Mightyena with fur so matted and clumped together, it was a wonder how even flees could call it home. Every time the old wolf scratched he either got his leg caught in some of the matted mess, or a clump of it would tear out. He often times just laughed those moments off, not letting his age or poor health get in the way of his enthusiasm. Even in these dreary times, the old coot somehow found a way to bring even a little hope to this tiny male oriented pack.

“Don’t you fret there young’n,” he said in a raspy yet chipper voice. “Our ol’ Alpha is a strong girl. I bet you she’ll be bringin’ back with her somethin’ of a catch to eat!” Albert knew that there wasn’t much food out there, and also that if anything was brought back it most likely would be nothing more than some scrawny bird or something. Still, it was best to try and keep the little ones hopeful. They were the only true lights this pack had.

“Ugh… there he goes filling their heads with false hope again,” grumbled Percy through gritted teeth. He was sitting a ways away from Albert and the two pups, keeping mostly to himself so he could complain in peace. The only pack member that ever seen to truly listen to his ramblings was Euca, and sadly he was off on patrol with the alpha. Percy was a decently aged Mightyena with lighter colored fur than most others in the pack. It wasn’t light enough to really mark him as unique, but it certainly distinguished him from the rest in the pack.

“You’re lucky the pups can’t hear you right now, Percy,” stated Morrison. “Not that it would matter in the end. I’m sure Albert would find a way to twist your words around or mark you off as a ‘stinky stunky’ so to speak.” Morrison’s words were soft and quiet as he lay next to Dahlia. Only Percy would be able to hear him at his pitch, not that Percy himself was even paying attention.

“Look Percy,” he continued, “Prince and Johanna need to have hope for every tomorrow that comes for them. We want them to be strong and proud of the pack they are in. It doesn’t matter the state of our health or anything like that. We need to keep them smiling and feeling safe and proud. You and I, even Albert over there, know the true state we are in. That doesn’t mean however that we ruin it for the young ones. Yes, we should make sure that we keep it to a moderation, but that doesn’t mean we extinguish it all together.”

Percy let out a huff of air from his nostrils, snorting in Morrison’s direction before going to rest his head on his forelegs. “Yeah well if you ask me… Albert’s done more than his share of ‘hoping’ for them…”

Morrison simply rolled his eyes at Percy before taking all his focus back to Dahlia. She barely spoke anymore and barely ate. Nuzzling into her soaked fur, Morrison let out a long and soft sigh. He worried about her more than anyone else in the entire pack, often sitting vigil alongside her each and every night.

“She’s going to get up again… right?” Morrison jumped at the tiny voice, looking quickly to see the strangely colored Poochyena beside him now.

“I can’t say for sure, Johanna,” sighed the older wolf. He put on a placid smiled for the pup before another string of lightning strikes lit up the sky, startling the pups once more. Both buried themselves into the respective Mightyena they were near; Morrison grunting at the sudden burst of the light brown and white Poochyena as he pressed against his chest. “There, there, Johanna. You and Prince know that the lightning can’t hurt you. Nor can the thunder that follows after it.”

Johanna barely peeked over the fur that his face was pressed tightly against, a little whimper in his voice breaking up some of his words into a higher pitch as he responded, “But it’s still scary, Morrison…” Another flash and the pups eyes were planted into Morrison’s fur once more. Percy rolled his eyes and looked away, trying to find a part of their alleyway that didn’t have anything annoying in his line of sight. Morrison comforted Johanna as best he could, keeping the pup close as the storm billowed on.

“Thorn keep point! We’re closing in on our camp!” barked Killa as she looked back to the males behind her. “Euca, go gather up the scraps we hid.” She looked to Derek then, her eyes squinting some before turning away to focus on something else. Derek’s ears flashed back at her look before slowly flipping forward again. He knew what this meant. Thorn and Euca did as instructed without any hesitation, Thorn keeping point and watching over Euca as he ran over to a few piles of trash. The ground was too hard to dig in and with so few patches of dirt to work with, they had to adapt and use human garbage to hide their food under. It had been all too long since Euca had last tasted a Pidgey that was fresh and unaffected by what it was buried in.

Sadly, it had also been a long time since Euca had tasted Pidgey to begin with. Their scraps consisted mostly of old chicken bones with barely anything left on them, a few pathetic pieces of discarded hamburger, and some fast food wrappers still covered in grease and a bit of stuck cheese. It was hardly a meal for anyone. Even a pup would struggled with finding anything filling with this pathetic haul. Still, a haul was a haul and every bit of it was taken advantage of. As Euca was gathering up the pieces of the haul, his ears twitched. Quickly his attention turned, though his head remained lowered.

Killa didn’t even have to tell Derek to check out the sound. He was on it as soon as it had crossed his ears. Slowly he walked around the corner of one of the buildings, doing his best to try and sniff out any hostile scent that may have been near. It was true that not many Pokemon would dare try to take on a pack of Mightyena, but that didn’t mean that everything was safe. Purrloin were crafty enough to sneak on by as well as brave enough to attempt stealing from their haul. Murkrow were the same, though it wasn’t likely that one would be out in this storm.

When nothing could be spotted or smelled, Derek pulled back. It was a reluctant withdrawal back to his group, but it was one he made with some confidence that the noise had nothing to do with them.

“Nothing,” he said to Killa.

“Good. The last thing we need is a scuffle so close to camp.” Killa gave the order and the three males followed behind her into the alleyway that they marked as their own. Thorn turned after walking into the entrance and sat down to block the only open way in (and subsequently out) to the rest of the pack. With him on point, it wasn’t likely that anything would get by.

Further in the alleyway, Killa came upon the rest of her pack. She could see Albert with Prince, telling him a story to keep his attention diverted from the storm above. Percy was moody as usual, and Morrison like always, was still taking vigil next to the sickly Dahlia. Her brow lifted when she saw that Johanna was with him, but quickly just shrugged it off and moved on from it.

“Prince, Johanna, come get the chicken bones from Euca,” she ordered.

“Alpha!” blurted out Prince. “You’re back!” As he got up to rush over towards Euca, the rest of the pack turned their attention over to the returning group.

“Find anything?” asked Morrison.

“Hey c’mon now, Prince you gotta share! That chicken has more on it than the one I got!” Johanna barked as the two pups were given their respective chicken bones to feast on. Their little scuffle went unnoticed by the rest of the pack whose attention were all locked on Killa at the moment.

“Garret is gone. We found his body in the water by the old factory. There will be no new females either. We barely even managed to find food this time, so I doubt that any chances of gaining new females will be happening anytime soon.” The pack was silent at her announcement. Even the scuffle between Prince and Johanna had stopped.

“Garret…. Garret is gone? You mean he’s..”

“Dead.” Killa didn’t even bother letting Albert try to finish his sentence. “Yes. He’s dead and his body was floating in the toxic waters making it impossible for us to eat it. The only thing that has come from this discovery is that now we have one less mouth to feed. Two if Dahlia’s condition doesn’t improve.” There was a cold ruthlessness in Killa’s voice as she spoke. Her eyes stayed locked on Albert, their cold gaze practically staring right through the older wolf before taking a quick glance over to the barely breathing body of their second female. She could tell that Morrison wasn’t a fan of what she’d added in there, seeing a bit of his fangs as he tried to unsuccessfully hide them from her.

“What are we going to do, then?” Albert asked. Killa didn’t give him any kind of an answer. Instead she just walked over towards Morrison and made sure she was in his line of sight. She didn’t bother sitting down, nor did she lower her head to look at him. She kept it raised, her eyes focused on the dumpster at the end of the alleyway as she spoke.

“You know that I’m right, Morrison. Showing your fangs in the hopes that my word will be taken back is chivalrous at best. Dahlia’s condition hasn’t improved in almost a week now. You need to come into reality and face what you find so unthinkable. If you don’t, then I cannot promise you that your remaining time in this pack will be easy spent.”

“That’s a laugh,” chortled Percy. Killa slowly turned her gaze to him; her rather lifeless, cold eyes almost challenging Percy to open his mouth again. Percy’s reaction was instantaneous upon the gaze settling on him. His maw shut tight and once more, his eyes shifted quickly to whatever part of the alley that was barren and empty. His body stiffened up as well, almost curling in on itself a bit more as he hastily raised up what little defense was left in his mangy form.

Johanna and Prince both looked at one another; ears flat and bodies almost limp from everything being discussed. Prince turned away from Johanna to look at their alpha. With a small whimper he asked her, “Is he…. is he really…… dead? Will we never see Garret again?”

Killa didn’t even respond to Prince. She didn’t even looked the two pups in the eyes as she walked past them. She merely just headed to her spot in the back, laying down next to the dumpster and curling up in a way so only her back faced the rest of her pack. Derek nodded to Euca to pass out the rest of the scraps while he went to tend to Killa.

“Where is all your proud talk now, Morrison?” questioned Percy in a harsh whisper as Euca came over, handing him the wrapper. “Get that away from me,” Percy snapped. “I don’t want it. Give it to Albert!” He quickly turned around so his back was facing Euca, prompting an exasperated sigh from the younger male. He did as Percy demanded and handed the wrapper over to Albert whom had come over to where both Percy and Morrison were currently laying. He sat down, thanking Euca for the food and slowly lowered to his stomach.

“My my… these ol’ bones o’ mine are gonna’ give out on me one o’ these here days, haha. Can’t say I don’t be blaimin’ them neitha. Not with all this rain we been gettin’ lately.”

“Could you give it a rest already, Albert?!” snarled Percy. “Stop putting on an act of faith! Look at this pack! Look at what we are being forced to eat! Hell, look at the fact that our only real source of clean water is the very rain that your damn bones seems to hate so much! Hell not even the RAIN is perfectly clean! Why can’t you just for once try not to find a positive outlook for everything?! Not everything is going to have it!”

“Hey knock it off, Percy!” Morrison chimed in. “The last thing we need is for you to go off the rails again! It’s not good for the pups and it certainly isn’t good for Dahlia!”

“Oh well EXCUSE ME!” Percy swiftly stood, his fangs bared and ready to rip into whatever pushed him even further. “Wouldn’t want to interrupt the she-yena while she’s busy dying over there! No, no it’s very important and requires her full undivided, yet fading, attention!”

Morrison had been pushed beyond his limits right there. With his fangs at the ready, his lips curled back, and his fur on end, the young wolf leaped at Percy. The two were now in a full fight with one another. Snarling and growling echoed in the alleyway as the two bit, slashed, ripped, and clawed one another in their very limited space. Johanna and Prince were now behind Albert, shaking and whimpering as the older wolf remained where he was, unmoving aside from his head and eyes.

Not even Killa reacted to the fight outside of her ears as they twitched every so often. She just kept her gaze to the brick wall in front of her as Derek turned to watch the fight in disgust. He knew better than to get between the two wolves when they were like this, and that nothing he could do would be any better than the solution the two had come to on their own. Even Euca and Thorn didn’t react outside of a typical twitch of the ear.

Fur was being thrown everywhere as blood splattered the two fighting Mightyena. Their quarrel showed no evidence of mercy as each sank their teeth deeply into the other when the chance was given. It wasn’t long after the fight had started did a victor soon begin to show. Morrison was younger than Percy and had more saved up strength than the other Mightyena. It was evident more and more as Percy started failing to land his bites and failing to block any of the attacks. When his chance was there, he jumped away from Morrison, landing a few feet from him. Turning with a snarl, he tried to gain his footing as Morrison darted after him. The two locked jaws with one another, Morrison biting down on Percy’s face while Percy did the same to Morrison. Through force and a bit of luck, Percy was able to manage his footing and push Morrison back. Through this, Percy turned his head in the gripping bite and locked his paws on the ground. This gave him the momentum he needed after pushing Morrison back, to pull his head to the side, cutting through Morrison’s muzzle. The younger wolf quickly released, whimpering loudly as he stumbled back and fell to the ground, bloodied and shaking.

“Know….. know your place… pup,” huffed Percy as he stood victorious. One wouldn’t have guessed it to be a victory however. The Mightyena’s legs shook from the pain that coursed through his body, while blood painted his already darkened coat with patches of deep crimson. His breathing was irregular from both being out of breath, and from the pain refusing to properly let any breath in.

Morrison was in just as bad of shape as he lay on his side, huffing and gasping out for whatever air he could manage to pull into his lungs. His body was weak, tired, injured, and shamed. He’d lost not just a fight against a pack member, but he’d lost the fight to reclaim Dahlia’s honor. What Percy said still rang true with this defeat, shattering both Morrison’s heart and his pride.

Percy didn’t even take a minute before letting himself limply stumble to the ground, lowering to his stomach so he could rest and regain his strength. He had his back to Morrison, knowing well that the Mightyena wouldn’t dare try to attack him any time soon. The two were both injured and exhausted beyond their limits for anything more to happen. The only thing the both of them could do right now was to just lay where they fell and let their bodies try to heal. It was going to be hard due to both food and water being pretty much unavailable, but certainly not impossible.

There was only one thing that Killa had to say in remark to this, and it was a word uttered under her breath as she breathed out.

“Fools.”

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It's great, man! I love it ; )

​I'm assuming you did the colors too? That's an amazing talent (considering you have a degree in it). A bunch of friends I know are great in drawing but has no idea how to color for shit so knowing how to do both must be really helpful.

Nice watermark on Johanna btw. Really sneaky ; )

Thank you, very much! Yes, I did the coloring myself as well. It's not my favorite part of illustrating, but I still enjoy it. lol - It's incredibly helpful to know how to color, as it gives you a completed work truly all your own, as well as a wider array of skills to help set you apart.

Ahhh you like that watermark do ya? Thank ya! It was fun designing my insignia. I try to put it on every single piece I make now. ouo

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I hope that this is in the right spot. lol. I really want to show you guys my artwork both Pokemon wise as well as personal. I'm a professional illustrator (graduated college with a degree in it) and I'm very proud of my work. I am very open to critiques so don't be afraid to give them. This is what I want to do for a living after all! ouo/

First off we have Skittylord. This was originally supposed to be a horrifying abomination of a creature, as in my head that's what it looked like. When I drew him however, he wound up being super adorable. I want a bean bag plushie of him so badly. lawl

Second is something I drew just this morning. It's an illustration of one of the characters from my newest fanfiction I posted up yesterday, Johanna!

[[Feedback] The Dwellers - Is anyone reading my fanfic?]

A feedback topic for my fanfiction, 'The Dwellers'.

This will also serve as a character archive for me so I can have a quick reference guide to whom has been introduced and when.

Link to the Story: http://www.pokemonreborn.com/forum/index.php?showtopic=19722

Plot: Stray and wild Pokemon of Reborn try to live in the harsh environment of the city. Some believe it is best to side with humans, while others rebut and fear the idea of being captured by them. The story follows one young Poochyena through his struggles in this world and through the hard choices that come with it.

Characters

Mightyena Pack (Peridot Ward - introduced in prologue)

• Killa - female - alpha
• Derek - male - beta
• Garret (deceased)
• Albert - male
• Percy - male
• Morrison - male
• Dahlia (sick) - female
• Prince - male - pup (Poochyena/brother of Johanna)
• Johanna - male - pup (Poochyena/brother of Prince)
• Thorn - male (introduced in chapter 1)
• Euca - male (introduced in chapter 1)

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Nah it's just lil' ol' me!!

Surprised, TRHS? ouo