#ranseiuniter

"[...] Ransei is the domain of the gods, and we have no intention of letting foreigners take advantage of us. Nor will I permit them to as long as I reign."

@ranseiuniter

"You may want to reinforce those. Speaking from experience."

Those damn hunters... they were getting smarter, more desperate, and that was the scariest part. Traps were laid everywhere the eye can see, where there was food, shelter, anywhere that it would've likely sought refuge.

And they finally caught it in one, the metal teeth of a snare digging deep into its leg and immobilizing it. The dragon roared in agony, but it could not afford to yield. Reverting into a Dragonstone was straight up suicide – there was no telling what would happen to it if they found it in such a helpless state.

The next best thing? Its human guise, an option that it near swore off of but had little choice. With a few slashes of his sword he made quick work of the springs of the snare, but he was still bleeding profusely from the leg it translated to.

But Kyurem kept running. A blizzard followed him in his wake as he delved deeper and deeper into the forests. For a moment he felt dizzy, feeling like he was going to pass out from the excursion as his vision and surroundings began to warp. He didn't care, he would press on until his legs finally gave out.

And gave out they did, feet tripping over an exposed root and having him crumple and collapse haphazardly into the underbrush. Ice immediately formed from under him to cushion his fall and protect his broken leg. He tried to roll over to get up, but it was useless.

There was the nearby rustling of footsteps and he froze. Shit, they caught up to him! Panic filled his senses as his immediate surroundings continued to frost over. He gripped his sword again and aimed it directly at the person chasing him.

☾ He was getting closer. In the cover of the dimming sunlight, Kitspicious drew ever so closer to his goal. Temptation bolstered by an empty stomach made a little Pokémon such as he very dangerous indeed and the kitten prowled like a practiced hunter-

By which, we mean he was wiggling him bum with every step because he’s a clumsy dolt.

But that is beyond the point! What mattered is that he had pinpointed the location of that most tantalizing aroma - fresh rice and carefully selected ingredients - and he would acquire his meal! So the kitten crept closer. Closer. It hid behind lamp posts and crates and other stands or whatever else was available that could properly obscure his soft little frame. Wasn’t long before he’d arrived at the appointed stand.

A cautionary glance to check the perimeter. Left. Right. All clear...

Then Kitspicious was squeezing its little self under the stand’s counter space, between a gap he could find in the planks. Front paws went through, head soon followed, his chest pulled along and-

Oh shit-

The hips!