Cresselia92
Gym Leader
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Hearing those words of glee and admiration filled Icetales’ chest with an overflowing warmth. The Ninetales wagged his entire set of tails, scattering pixie dust and golden glitters. The azure sclerae glowed with a faint whitish light, which easily rivaled his joyful grin.
“How kind of thee to say such lovely things of yours truly, Sir Koamaru. Thy words mean plenty for this humble butler. I… am most grateful.” He gave a gentle pat on the Manectric’s shoulder. “But credit goes where it is due, and thou did a most admirable job, too. When those spheres of aura bombarded the defenses of our opposition… My, what a glorious and dazzling spectacle that was!”
Petram didn’t say anything as he was too busy munching a burger, but he gave a nod of approval and an enthusiastic thumbs-up. The pupils in his eyes turned to stars, and the energy inside his chest swirled like a galaxy. Then, he turned back to the barbecue, wishing to assemble some good hamburgers.
“As of how I have been doing recently…” Icetales leaned back, letting his tails spill around his body. “Um… It has been swell enough? I am used to madness, so all that confusion and chaos that happened in recent times did not faze me too much. If all, the calm after the cosmic storm has been… good. It feels nice to not feel stressed out…”
The Ninetales’ voice became more quiet, just as some of the light in his eyes faded away.
“…Here, in this world, at least.”
And said light vanished almost completely when Koamaru mentioned the Spirit’s Edge. The cheerfulness in the fox’s expression turned into a serious face, just as the memories of his sister rushed back to him. His tails swished behind his back, and the golden glitters were replaced by dark trails.
“Spirit’s Edge… By the heavens, it feels like it has been forever ago…”
Petram glanced at his father, concern starting to deep into his eyes, and he yipped in surprise when a dark pulse blew out the flames of the barbecue. He clicked his claws together and stared at the Ninetales, giving some unspoken mental support. That seemed to help somewhat, as Icetales took a more dignified and composed posture. His face was still serious, however.
“…Right. Quite the mess awaits me at home. Nothing that I am looking forward to, but still something that I must do.” Icetales looked down, running his claws across the grass while his voice took a more venomous tone. “And that something… involves dealing with my father and his crimes…”
“How kind of thee to say such lovely things of yours truly, Sir Koamaru. Thy words mean plenty for this humble butler. I… am most grateful.” He gave a gentle pat on the Manectric’s shoulder. “But credit goes where it is due, and thou did a most admirable job, too. When those spheres of aura bombarded the defenses of our opposition… My, what a glorious and dazzling spectacle that was!”
Petram didn’t say anything as he was too busy munching a burger, but he gave a nod of approval and an enthusiastic thumbs-up. The pupils in his eyes turned to stars, and the energy inside his chest swirled like a galaxy. Then, he turned back to the barbecue, wishing to assemble some good hamburgers.
“As of how I have been doing recently…” Icetales leaned back, letting his tails spill around his body. “Um… It has been swell enough? I am used to madness, so all that confusion and chaos that happened in recent times did not faze me too much. If all, the calm after the cosmic storm has been… good. It feels nice to not feel stressed out…”
The Ninetales’ voice became more quiet, just as some of the light in his eyes faded away.
“…Here, in this world, at least.”
And said light vanished almost completely when Koamaru mentioned the Spirit’s Edge. The cheerfulness in the fox’s expression turned into a serious face, just as the memories of his sister rushed back to him. His tails swished behind his back, and the golden glitters were replaced by dark trails.
“Spirit’s Edge… By the heavens, it feels like it has been forever ago…”
Petram glanced at his father, concern starting to deep into his eyes, and he yipped in surprise when a dark pulse blew out the flames of the barbecue. He clicked his claws together and stared at the Ninetales, giving some unspoken mental support. That seemed to help somewhat, as Icetales took a more dignified and composed posture. His face was still serious, however.
“…Right. Quite the mess awaits me at home. Nothing that I am looking forward to, but still something that I must do.” Icetales looked down, running his claws across the grass while his voice took a more venomous tone. “And that something… involves dealing with my father and his crimes…”