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Food was always touchy for Cuicatl. Still was, sort of, even if her body was perfect now. Just some lingering guilt and fear that she’d fuck this one up, too. But... it was like Starr said. Fighting gods was a numbers game. And she was getting lonely. “Okay. I’ll follow you.”

"Yeah! I know! Although I'm not sure how much our enemies are scared of hydreigon. Last time was two gods and... I haven't really been following who we're fighting next and why, but that's a lot. Even for dragons."

"Dragons, definitely! They're powerful, sure, but they're also super smart. They have their own languages and culture and religion that Alice, my, um, sister, taught me. And people can't really hurt you when you're with a giant fuckoff dragon." Unless, of course, they take your giant fuckoff...

“That’s a long time. And feraligatr is... a water type from Japan, right? Sounds cool. And... yeah. I miss my mom’s team. And mine. They were troublemakers, mostly, but they were adorable in their own ways and made me feel better. And Coco, the tyrunt, imprinted on me. So she’s sort of my...

Pat was good! Like Pixie’s, if she was giant and warm. So not much like Pixie’s at all. But the touch was welcome. She hadn’t really had much since she got here and left her team behind. “So. Other stuff. Um. Did you work with any Pokémon, back home?” Maybe Starr has set that last time. She...

“Err, not super normal, no. But Pokémon cuddle each other and their people a lot so.” If deino didn’t have pitch black scales, she would be furiously blushing. “I thought, maybe... I was raised by a hydreigon.” Sort of. Also by her dad. She didn’t like giving him too much credit for that. “She...

“Oh.” Cuicatl was also dealing with a lot back home. Except, now she had a chance to not deal with that. So she was taking it for everything it was worth. But comforting people... without her powers (or hands to make food with) she wasn’t coming up with much. Always Coco and Pixie’s approach...

"We were just... talking." Sort of. Starr didn't seem to want to talk about it. Which was fair. Cuicatl was used to that from people. From herself, sometimes. Although this particular brand of reluctance-slash-anger reminded her more of Kekoa than anyone. "About last time. But we can talk about...

Oh. Cuicatl should have been relieved. It wasn’t her fault after all. She hadn’t really screwed anything up since she got here, which was definitely an improvement over her previous “massive fuckups per two weeks” rate. Maybe she could keep her radiance in check, after all. But Starr didn’t...

“I... what? Then... why did you run away?”

Cuicatl heard someone approaching. She smelled vaguely like fire. Starr, then. She gracefully pulled herself up so it looked like she hadn't been sprawled out on the ground at an awkward angle. "Hi, Starr. I..." Deep breaths. This was necessary for the psyche. So that her radiance doesn't do...

Cuicatl stumbled into the crossroads. (It was the crossroads, right?) She came to a stop abruptly, tripped, and decided that it was a good time and place to take a breather. Deino were prone to moving too fast, doing too much, and wearing themselves out. She was pretty sure that Astrid had got...

They won. Somehow. Really, "somehow." She had no idea what went down. She just kind of kept tackling the sort-of-dragon until it eventually fainted. Probably thanks to her dragon strength. After all, dragons are only weak to dragons. Anyone who says otherwise has never tried to pit an...

Oh. No. That sounded like a dragon. Which meant... the fish had evolved. Into a dragon. Or something sort of like a dragon. A giant sort-of-dragon. Everyone here was going to die.

Cuicatl wasn’t really sure how she got here. Well, she had an idea. She had this wonderful dream where she was a dragon, woke up and was still a dragon, went to the beach to practice dragon stuff and uhhhhhh now a magikarp was attacking. But it okay. She was dragon. As a wise American once...