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One last chime, and Icetales collapsed to the floor, exhausted. His eyes were tightly shut and his breaths deep and harsh, with a cough or two interrupting his panting. Droplets of sweat ran down his ears, while his tails twitched uselessly. It was official. Now he knew he was utterly spent...

Pile up. Put together. Collapse. Rinse and repeat. Petram sighed, while trying to connect the pieces of the core together. Something about the action made him squeamish, almost as the time when he had to help Icetales digging the graves. And, in a sense, for him it felt like trying to piece...

…No. No. No! Why? Just… why? Why couldn’t things just end in a good note for once? A broken core. Shadows cloaked around Icetales, who stared blankly at the scene. Keo’Keo was by his side, his eyes glowing like two small suns and the mane burning with fervor and rage. He roared and clawed at...

Icetales took many deep breaths to keep his mind cool and steady. Everyone was shouting their support to Darkwhite, making sure that she didn’t lose hope and that she held onto that last thread of faith. But before he could try to summon the soothing bells once more, various startled cries came...

Every member of Team Spectrum was gathering in the final area of that accursed place, ready to help the one ‘mon they had been trying to rescue: Darkwhite, formerly known as Sword. Icetales stared at Shield, struggling hard to try to pull the Mew out of the wall, and he was aided in the effort...

That entire experience at the Worldcore felt like living through a real life deja-vu. If he was in his homeworld, Icetales would have believed they were stuck in some kind of purgatory, with the demons of past threats tormenting them for their actions. Hm. It was not too far from the truth...

There was a light, a blast and appeared in all his glory… and Icetales dropped to the ceiling, before ending up with a squeal to the floor. He grumbled, not appreciating the little joke that gravity did on him. “Nnghcursed madness…” moaned the Nin—Seventales, the tails flailing as if they had a...

Icetales was stunned — Mellow had just evolved! In the middle of a fierce battle in a cave in which reality is twisting and bending. Hm… He wondered if there was a connection. “Thou art doing splendidly, Miss Mellow,” said Icetales, amazed. Though, of course, they were in the middle of a...

Yes, Icetales didn’t miss fighting in that environment at all! That same twisted creation of ley lines loomed over the group, smaller than usual. There was strength in number, that was undeniable, but now that half of the team was fighting in another side of the mysterious cave, he felt...

Icetales peered cautiously at the entrance of the Worldcore, while drinking a special blend of tea — ginger flavor, with an invigorating mixture of leppa, oran, special herbs and Radiance. Something very similar to the special enchanted blends that Fifth used to brew to help folks regain their...

“Sir Owen here is correct,” said Icetales, flashing a reassuring smile. “No matter how small, every contribution is welcome. I am confident that your findings will be most useful.” He wagged his tails and scattered some snowflakes, but then he winced. He definitely needed some good rest after...

“We shall do what we can do. But whatever our choice and plan shall be, we must beware — ley lines are not to be messed with.” Icetales fanned his face with a couple of his tails. By his expression anyone could tell that he was feeling a bit better: the combination of Aromatherapy and berries...

Despite feeling his body aching in protest, Icetales extended a shaky tail toward Cynthian, gently wiping her tears away. “M-Miss Cynthian…” he muttered, attempting a small reassuring smile, despite feeling like Yveltal herself was tap dancing on his body. “I… I shall be swell…” In that...

For the second time in that day, Icetales found himself tasting the dirt while his head swirled. Too many spins… ugh! Though, as the vertigo in his head started to dissipate, more clear and lucid thoughts came to his mind. That strange feeling, the dragon being struck down, and then… “Miss...

Icetales growled at the dragon, while a blend of Radiance and Shadows trails flowed from his tails. Somehow that thing was real! A solid illusion, perhaps, but the damage was real, and he was as strong as back then. “Cursed ley lines…” he hissed, desperately analyzing the situation. That was...

“…I am starting to grow sick of all those illusory cats and lizards…” Icetales winced and looked underneath his paws. There stood his Shadow, staring at the various apparitions of ghostly Mew and Charmander, his ears flicking and his eyes burning with… panic. Keo’Keo shook his head furiously...

Just as quickly at it started, the inferno halted. Faint smoke and small embers were all that remained of the scorching rain, and Icetales took that moment to catch his breath. Water was dripping from his fur and he panted harshly, trying to get as much air as he could. His throat burned as the...

Despite Icetales having grown to be much more attuned to the darkness than to the light, he felt instant relief when the warm glow of the Sunny Day illuminated the tunnel. The only downside was that it made an already hot cavern even hotter. If it felt like being in a oven before, now it felt...

How very reassuring. So, from what he gathered, the ley lines were so messed up that any attempt to bend them would have probably trapped them somewhere or who knows what else. Indeed, there was always the chance that things would have been worked nicely, but that was still a risk that that not...

Well, that sure sounded reassuring! Misaligned stars, twisted ley lines and a sense of dread? Just a Tuesday like any other. “Hm, right. Beware, everyone.” Icetales placed himself between Truffle and Cabot, using his own power to cast a protective aurora around the team and add an extra layer...