Carl was terrified.
In fact, terrified was an understatement. The moment that Gaear had opened his mouth to suggest paying the famous Stark Mountain a visit, alarm bells had been incessantly screeching in the feline’s mind. This was not good. Of course, he’d tried to weasel his way out of it. The meowth had asked him why the fuck the place held any significance to their survival, insisted that the climb would prove as much damage as the fangs of the monsters they had been fortunate enough to evade – but his efforts were fruitless. His notoriety to talk his way out of a bad situation had spectacularly failed yet again beneath Gaear’s unnerving glare. Now, he was going to pay for it. Carl was convinced that he was going to die in this damned place and there was fuck all he could do about it.
Walking reluctantly, uncharacteristically slowly, beside the mammoth of a haxorus, the meowth’s mental state was more than apparent. Dirtied fur sticking up randomly about his slim body, the feline’s large eyes constantly darted about his surroundings, soaking up any environmental dangers whilst returning to the only one of he was sure of – Gaear. He’d been travelling with the psychopath for over a month now and today seemed like his luck had run out. Having babbled enough to represent an entire continent, Carl’s efforts at conversation were always met with that same foul silence that currently overwhelmed the unlikely duo. Gaear had never been much of a talker. The meowth was confident he could recite all ten words the dragon had ever said to him. But, it was no laughing matter. The days of knowing that the brute walking beside him was plotting his disposal, taking joy in the fact he was slowly going mad, Carl was understandably suspicious of his sudden desire to visit one of the region’s natural landmarks.
Gaear’s heavy body moved as slowly as the meowth fearfully following him, muscles rippling beneath his scarred armour with each movement as he glanced over his shoulder to check his companion’s state. He could practically taste the fear. A sinister glint touched his red eyes, swinging his tail to the side to usher the scraggly meowth along. The surprised and badly contained yowl that escaped the feline confirmed that he had hit his target.
“I still don’t know why the fuck we’re here,” Gaear turned to regard the feline with a blank expression. Carl was now trotting alongside him, body hunched as he continued to hurriedly scan his environment. It amused the haxorus to no ends. The feline’s paranoia, his knowing of exactly how much danger faced him was a delight to watch. But the fact he
tried to hide it and keep a straight face was the funniest part. Well, he’d be put out of his misery soon. The cat’s chatter had grated on his nerves for awhile now, plus he was beginning to lose interest. Carl’s world was on the very verge of collapse – this mountain would certainly deliver the finale blow. And why not? The peak seemed dramatic enough to end the feline’s suffering. It was for the best, after all.
“Seriously Gaear, what the fuck can we get out of this? I’ll tell ya what, fucking blisters – fuck, my paws are killing me! Mind if we stop? Y’know, admire the rock formation or something,” They were further into the mountain now and Carl has since given up on mentally navigating an escape route. He was thoroughly lost, his natural response to talk kicking in to disguise the rapidly growing fear. Gaear stopped to glare hard down at him, a shiver cascading down the feline’s spine as his jaw hung open, suddenly losing the will to speak.
“Not far now,” The haxorus’ reply was blunt, a seldom heard, gruff voice to shed light on the situation.
Oh yes, I’m going to die… Spluttering, Carl forced a panicked, fake laugh.
“Not far? Not far from what!?” He was given no answer, only a snort as the dragon began walking ahead. Gulping hard, the meowth flexed his claws, tempted to make it a run for it whilst the haxorus’ back was turned. He was quick on his feet, but he had no idea where he was, let alone how to get out. Gaear would only kill him slowly were he to try and escape. Cursing under his breath, he hesitantly followed.
Definitely going to die…Several minutes of walking passed; the kidnappers silent as they both contemplated what was soon to happen. Gaear considering the most satisfying means of killing the greasy sod, whilst Carl’s plans to escape were growing ever-more erratic and farfetched with each step. But suddenly, there were voices. The duo stopped in their tracks, their heads raised in unison as they strained to hear.
Of all the places, there had to be survivors here. A frown hung over the dragon’s scarlet eyes, his head suddenly snapping in the direction of the noises as he flexed his large, sharpened claws in anticipation. He could make quick work of the odd creature seeking refuge in this place - he was hungry anyway.
“G-Gaear?” His narrowed glare fell back to Carl, the feline’s eyes wide with a kind of hope that disgusted him.
“You hear that or am I just fucking crazy?”“The latter,” The dragon skulked forward, moving in near-silence as he peered around to the corner to witness a small gathering of creatures. A delcatty, an arcanine, a ghost and a wispy species that remained completely foreign to him.
Damn, there were more than he’d expected. Turning to shoo the feline away before he could jeopardize his plans, Gaear’s stare fell onto an empty space. Eyes widening a fraction, he spun around to catch glimpse of the meowth staggering desperately towards the strangers. A growl escaped his lips as he reluctantly followed.
Fucking coward.Thank god! Thank fucking god! Carl could have cried tears of relief. Fellow survivors! A whole group of them innocently conversing and all strong enough to combat the psychopathic company he was burdened with. A broad smile stretched across his scruffy face, blue eyes sparkling, as he approached, trotting on all fours. Gaear followed him like a shadow.
“I can’t believe it! I can’t fucking believe it! You guys are alive?!” With no regard for personal space, the unkempt cat bounded up to the nearest creature – at this moment, the delcatty. A rather
attractive delcatty. Were he not recovering from the equivalent of a heart-attack, that girl would be falling into his arms already. However, there’d be time for that later. Making a mental note to charm said beauty, he dedicated himself entirely to the incredible relief that the group’s appearance had triggered. He gave a sudden laugh, spinning on his heel to catch glimpse of the frustration that momentarily surfaced on Gaear’s face. Satisfied, his grin only widened.
“You have no idea how good it is to see you lot,” Carl winked at the delcatty.
“Especially you, sweet cheeks,”“Carl,”“You too, doll,” The cat continued, ignoring Gaear to allow his eyes to roam across the arcanine’s form.
“Though I prefer my girls a little… well, smaller,” Shrugging he flashed a crooked grin, his fear forgotten as he thrived on the company of others. It had been far too long since he’d spoken to anyone vaguely sociable and now, Carl’s true persona as a sleazy crook was making a most spectacular comeback.
“And alive… and female…” He looked to the yamask and then the male fox-thing as he spoke, whatever the hell it was. Looking over his shoulder, smug about his twist of luck, Carl was met with that same, scarlet glare. Gaear would not give up this easily. He’d kill the whole damn bunch before he’d accept defeat – especially at the hands of a scrawny feline. Carl’s smile fading, he gulped, making a point to keep his distance from the murderer. For now, at least, he was safe.
(( I think I’ve just broken my record for the longest post on EJ Dx I guess it just shows how excited I am to be on the team! Also, there's gonna be a LOT of swearing with these guys, sorry. ^^; ))
