A busy thief

@spiky-thief Veteran of a vast number of trainer battles. Also suffered the most in the hands of his ruthless trainer. He ended up escaping and later, killing the human.

@solitaryaura Used to be the youngest among the group. Took her freedom when her trainer died as a way for her to become independant, however, she struggles on her own.

@evileyesx Sableye who’s powers greatly increased from the humans vicious way of training. While most struggled, she found her raise in strength welcomed. Greatly resents Rivor for killing her trainer.

Joseph pulls Rivor in for a hug, and gives him a smooch.

“Yay!  I’m so happy!”  Exclaims Molly, hugging the ground type Pokemon even tighter (which wasn’t much more than her prior hug strength level.)  If the child could, she would’ve picked Rivor up and twirled him around like a cherished doll.

“We can play in my room!  And Papa can read us stories every night!”  The little girl started to ramble on the various activities she and the Pokemon could do together.  “And and.. oh!  We could battle other trainers!”  A spark shone in Molly’s eyes with that suggestion.

lGoing through games and having the girl’s father read through stories wasn’t so bad. What did worry him was the mention of her putting him in fight’s against other Pokémon. If that was true, then the worst could be the case. As much as Rivor wanted to protect Molly, he had killed multiple Pokémon thanks to his power in the past. 

    “  Chhh... can we ...  whhh ... wait with the fighting ?  “

  “  All I know is two things; My dragon lady has been working hard ...  “

This was in turn a response to the positive way Karie had reacted to how their relationship was forming. Second of all was his more greedy and commanding nature which shined through just moments later

The surge of emotion Syl had felt upon first laying eyes on the kit had ebbed away into a more constant flow. She could never have seen this coming, but by the time it had happened, she’d felt her situation was safe and stable enough that she wanted to keep the egg instead of giving it away.

And now, more than ever, she knew she’d made the right decision. Just seeing her son in her arms, the first tender contact between him and his father… it felt right. She even found herself smiling.

The kit’s tiny digits hooked around the blunt back edge of Rivor’s claw, holding it close as he brought his nose in to sniff like the curious little fox he was. He might still be too young to say much, Pokéspeak or not, but he answered the Sandslash’ comment with another soft yip right as he let go. Whoever this Pokémon was, he already trusted him as much as his mother.

“What should we name him? I, uh. I wanted to suggest Rufus.”

The topic had come up before, and she’d brought up the name once when talking to Rivor’s mother. Ezra had liked the name… but she hadn’t gotten around to sharing it with Rivor himself yet.

“What do you think?”

Much like his mother had done when the name was mentioned, Rivor repeated it in a positive light. Whatever his reason was for why didn’t matter too much. He clearly liked it from the first mention. He’d love to call his son that from now on.

      “  Rufus ! Oh, I like that  ! You’ll grow up to be a stud.           Just like your father. Isn’t that right, little Rufus ?  “

Right as he said this, his claws would take a much less conservative motion and pet the top of the little one’s head. It seemed that feeling the pup’s paw was enough to get him confident in his own actions.

As this went in, his eyes were almost firmly glued on the Zorua in question. despite his girlfriend asking what he thought of the name. This lead to a bit of a delay before he finally repsonded.

    “  Sounds badass. Rufus ! Like father, like mother;        it’s the name of a badass. I’ll happily call him by that name~  “

While Rivor moved closer, Sylvia remained in her lowered position so he could reach more easily. She even made herself more comfortable by sitting down, leaving room for the Sandslash to take his place beside her.

The moonlight made it hard to tell in detail, but the coloration of the kit’s fur was clearly warmer than Sylvia’s – the grays and reds typical of a Zorua’s coat almost appeared brown compared to the cooler, more neutral colors of his mother’s fur. No doubt thanks to some input on Rivor’s part.

“He’s so… small.”

Syl’s tone was soft, almost reverent. Gently feeling the newly hatched Zorua’s fur with her palms, getting used to the sight and scent of him and revelling at the warmth of his little body so close to her, she began to understand how so many parents felt.

“You can touch him, you know. He’s not made of sugar.” As a Pokémon with claws of her own, and picking up on Rivor’s body language, she could tell he had some doubts and understood why. At the same time, though, she also knew how gentle he could be.

The Zorua shifted in his mother’s arms to look at Rivor, blinking slowly. Then, he let out a soft, squeaky little yip and reached for him with a paw. Who was this other person sitting so close to his mama?

Sylvia smiled at the sight. “It’s okay, Rivor. You can just talk to him. I’m sure he wants to hear your voice.”

His eyes were still just gazing down at the Zorua. The little one who had only just now spent his very first couple of seconds out of that egg. This cute pup was to be his son... and goodness did his protective natures start to kick in. He now had a reason to keep his cave safe and secure from intruders, beyond his stolen goods that is.

To think that he once was afraid of this moment. The inevitable day where he’d impregnate a female. He thought this day would be such a scary one. Where he would have to make a decision on what kind of life he actually wanted.

None of that happened right now. He was just... happy. Proud and joyful.

     “  He really is ..  “

The Sandslash muttered under his breath in response, his cheek still gently resting to the side of the Zoroark. When she encouraged him to actually make some contact, he waited for a few moments. Sure, it was still a bit worrisome... as it tended to be with his claws, but he decided it was worth it.

His paw reached out, and soon, his large claw carefully found its way underneath the little paw of his son to feel.

     “  Hey, little guy. You finally came outta there. We’ve been waiting for you ~  “

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