#fixryambiticn

Well, this sucks.

Muse: Hyde

Verse: Following the Wind

{✧🐲✧} - Despite her face mostly retaining its usual lack of emotion, Katherine's eyes lit up when she saw the orange tabby kitten. She then reached a pair of gloved hands out to gently grab the little guy up and hold it close, lightly stroking its fur. She'd take good care of it. That much was for sure.

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Fango was quiet for a moment. “That’s pretty dumb.” The young fire demon seemed like he was uninterested. He was pretty much only interested in Faudo’s power and using said power to become the demon king. He doesn’t care about this world. Heck he would use Faudo’s power to destroy it if he has to. “As long as the guy stays out of the way of my goal I don’t care what he does.”

Well this was a... situation. Seems that there was a cat asleep on the ground, barely a movement besides the slow rise and fall of his chest. ...Stranger still, this cat had horns! ...What was he doing out here? He’s just... on the ground, asleep. 

The day was really tiring for the trainer. It took all his energy just to bring the firewood from back off the mountain back up to his cave. Though thanks to the snow storm, it seems that his Charizard won’t be able to carry them back up to the cave. Oh well, Red didn’t mind the cold that much anymore. After about a year or two up here, the snowstorms were like rain to him. 

He carries a bunch of logs to the front of his cave, using a Pokemon to use strength to move the large boulder blocking the entrance. It was warm in the cave thanks to it’s other camp fires Red had ignited in there, but he worried that it might get even colder so he had to get even more firewood to warm the cave. However he did see some red hair in the snow.

“...!!!”

Red dropped his firewood and stood still. Was this a Rocket Grunt coming up here to get revenge? Well, better up here than down there where his family was. He didn’t want them to be caught up in something he got himself into anyway. With a intimidating look, Red tips his hat. Perhaps he could scare the grunt off. However, the red haired person didn’t move. Were they okay? Cautiously, the boy looked over at him. This was no Team Rocket grunt, but a boy?