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Tyranno grinned and pressed his nose into his mane freeing a few Sitrus berries to drop in between Arthur, Opehlia and the small Litwick. No need to get your metal in a twist Miss. I'm Tyranno and I come bearing food that we've been growing. He kinda wondered why Ophelia was so jumpy and weird around the Litwick... Maybe it was her baby. Tyranno shrugged his shoulders before getting a better look at the Litwick. He was a cool color!Whoa little dude! You're all kinds of cool with them colors! Tyranno wagged his tail and raised his paws up in a sort of empty hugging gesture. Can we get somewhere dry now? I'm gonna look like a wet wrung Woobat with legs if this rain gets worse...

Moka jumped back feeling the heat on her muzzle from the Chandelure long before she brought the flame close. She flicked her tails giving off the mixed signals of warning and alarm. Forgive our sudden forwardness... I am Moka and of course this giant fluffball on paws is Tyranno but everyone just calls him Ty. Moka grasped one of the berries in her jaws and burned it a bit before rolling it to the Litwick. One Fire-type to another, I think they taste better a bit smoky. The Litwick's color difference hadn't gone pass Moka as she too was an odd color. She chuckled a bit before rising to her paws. I'm not saying you have to or you should but we've made base at those two daycares... We have plenty of food and room there if you desire to stay until you're ready to pick up and move where ever... I don't feel right leaving you to your own devices in this hell so where you go we shall follow.

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Ty's amber eyes widened at the Starly and drool began forming and falling from his jaws which comically fell open. I am going to eat you... With lots of hot sauce He raised one of his paws to smite the bird but the small Litwick required assistance with the umbrella. Ty narrowed his eyes at the bird and licked his chops. He snapped the umbrella up in his jaws and sat by the Litwick who was now called Wil. Ty lowered his head next to Wil and grinned. That bird there... Can I eat her he whispered loud enough so only he and Wil could hear.

Moka shook her head at Ty's bluntness for wanting to eat the bird. Forgive him... He'll eat anything that doesn't eat him first... She took a step out into the rain and sighed as she was immediately drenched. Moka grumbled and shook herself. Grooming her fur would be needed later... Come... I also do not want to look like a wet wrung out Woobat She also knew that Ty would make many attempts on eating the small Starly but for now he was distracted with the prospect of having found a new small friend whom he was probably confiding in about eating the bird as well...

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Ty was gonna high five the little Litwick but the scent of Medicham hit his nose. He looked over at the Pokemon through Ophelia and tossed the tuft of mane hanging over his eye up to get a better look. The pink scar lining under his eye was briefly visible before the mane fur dropped back hiding it away again. Ty did not wait for the Medicham to answer and jumped over Wil and Ophelia landing in a small puddle beside the Medicham.SPLOSH! He wagged his tail slightly before sniffing it over carefully. Ty walked in a circle around the Medicham seeing no signs of infection or hostility. "Ok she's clean" he said with a happy bark. Ty pouted seeing as how the little bird flew away before he could eat her. He laid on his belly furthering his pout and his belly growled dreaming of the hot sauce...

Moka jumped out into the road and looked up the road to where the two daycares rested up on the sort of hill. She trotted slowly to make sure the others saw which way she went before nudging her way into the children's daycare. Her and Ty used the Pokemon daycare for training and growing berries so they slept here to avoid getting dirty or messing up the berry trees. Moka laid on the blanket she slept on with Ty and stretched out before relaxing.

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((Sorry, I forgot that Coco was in the Orphanage. >.<))

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Ty's hackles immediately rose at the sight of the Undead elemental monkeys. He dashed by Arthur and secured his jaws around the Simiage's tail. The monkey screeched in surprise before attempting to claw at him. Ty growled and flicked his head effectively tossing the monkey into a building. Flames licked at his jowls before releasing into Fire Blast. The Simisage dodged that easily before charging him. Ty let out the magnificent Arcanine bark before charging back with his head lowered. He skidded to the side at the last possible second before diving into the Earth. Ty did not count on the Smisage knowing Dig from its time with the Striaton Gym Leaders. He loosed Flame Wheel to keep himself protected from bites and scratches but unintentionally heated up the ground from digging and constantly releasing fire. However hot paws were better then death or undead.

Moka jumped up from her relaxed position when Wil bumped into her. She listened carefully to his panicked message before twitching her ears. Knowing Ty was out there was comfort enough but somehow she had to translate the comfort to Wil. A small smile graced her features and she brushed his tears away with the end of her tail. Don't worry Wil... Ty, Ophelia and Arthur are very strong. They won't let those darn dirty apes lay one finger on you. Moka gently licked his cheek and put up her Protect barrier. And neither will I... There's no need to be afraid. I will teach them their place if they hurt or scare you. Moka reached up into a cabinet with her tail and pulled out a Pecha berry. She placed it in front of the Litwick. Here... Eat this and rest up. I won't let anything happen to you. Moka knew Ghost types who enjoyed tangible food more then life force... Usually it was preferred over it due to flavor, succulence and the ability to get them anywhere. Ophelia might've meant herself since Chandelures didn't look like they had a mouth.

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Ty folded his ears back and jumped up on a building to get out of range of the attack. He couldn't afford to have charred fur since regardless the attack would not do much more then damage his fur and leave minor burns on his magnificent pelt and hide. His amber eyes narrowed at the Simisear carefully plotting out his attack. Seeing us flee will further increase the chance it continues using the move... However Overheat is much like Heat Wave only thicker... Its main weakness is an attack from above or below... Ty flicked his ears and looked over at Ophelia. He grinned finding his idea of attack very clever. Heya Miss! I think I know a way I can hit the Simisear hard and fast pretty easily! You up for a little strategizing? Ty could pull this off easily being fast and sleight of paw but if she could goad the Fire monkey into using Overheat and causing its distraction... Ty could lead the Simisage into the line of fire as well. Kill two monkeys with one Ty.

Moka smiled back at Wil and narrowed her crimson eyes looking straight at the door. She registered the sounds of battle but what threw her off was Wil calling her mom. It wasn't upsetting or anything worth getting bent out of shape over but... Moka had always wanted her own kits and Wil was willing to call her mom even if it was an accident. She wouldn't mind playing as his mother or even being his mother if he wanted. Moka curled her tails around him and rested her head next to him much like her mother did for her when she was a kit. A small humming tune in her mind played from those times. A silver Vulpix sleeping against a pink Ninetales or rarer occasions a black and silver Arcanine but more often her Grandfather. The soft song her mother had sang against her downy fur from birth, Moka remembered and would share with her children but for now Wil would hear. Usually it was Ty when he had a bad dream... Moka sighed softly and watched Wil with one slightly opened eye. Even if he was asleep, lullabies promoted sweet dreams especially in one obnoxious Arcanine's case. Moka gulped unsure of her ability to sing but Ty was confident in her ability. She sniffed softly and let out her beautiful singing voice low enough to not wake Wil but loud enough for him to hear even as he dreamed of better times.

Baby mine, don't you cry.
Baby mine, dry your eyes.
Rest your head close to my heart,
Never to part,
Baby of mine.


Remembering times when going outside was not a death trap and an Epidemic was a faint memory only heard of history. When children did not have to shudder in fear of everything in the dark. For Wil, Moka would banish all thoughts of anything hurting him. He was her kit and mothers protected their kits from everything and beat the crap out of anything that tried.

Little one when you play,
Don't you mind what they say.
Let those eyes sparkle and shine,
Never a tear,
Baby of mine.


Children should have to enjoy life not hide at every rustle in the bushes or worse have to kill to preserve their own life. Even being in a crime ring, Moka never killed or hurt anything until the Epidemic. Her parents had made sure she enjoyed being a kit and Moka would guarantee Wil had the same privilege. They were on a playground after all. Once the fight was over, Moka would take him outside on the slide and swings.

If they knew sweet little you,
They'd end up loving you too.
All those same people who scold you
What they'd give just for the right to hold you.


Moka curled tighter around Wil keeping him warm and safe. Somehow she could feel he had seen a few hard times. Never again. When he was with her, Wil was guaranteed to smile at least.

From your head down to your toes,
You're not much, goodness knows.
But you're so precious to me,
Sweet as can be,
Baby of mine.


She gently licked his cheek and flicked her ears up. The sounds outside were a good distance away which was good. If one of them found their way in here she would make a nice elemental monkey rug out of it... Her song was slowly coming to a close thankfully.

All those same people who scold you,
What they'd give just for the right to hold you.

From your head down to your toes
You're not much, goodness knows.
But you're so precious to me,
Sweet as can be,
Baby of mine.
Baby of mine


Moka sighed and sat up still keeping her soft tails around Wil. She wondered what Wil could play with inside just in case those apes outside wrecked the playground. A small toy car in the corner caught her eye. Boys liked to play with cars right? She held the little piece of metal between her paws and carefully rolled it around experimentally. No way he could hurt himself with it... Moka nodded and placed the car in front of Wil. He could play with it when he woke up.

((OoC: ;~; Long arse post...))

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((Leaving post. Thanks for having me guys. <3))

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Ty turned away from Ophelia his paws already carrying him far from her towards the Simisear. Blood pooled into the flesh between the individual pads of his paws. It hurt to move already. Old wounds already splitting open with no way to stem the flow of blood. Ty collided with the Elemental monkey with a snarl and Fire Blast pouring from his jaws. It did little more the scorch the ape's hide but it earned him a side swipe in his blind side. Ty tumbled over on his side and rolled back to his paws. His eyes glowed red and his paws turned white. He charged back at the Simisear nailing it in the face once with right hind leg and again in the gut with his left paw. The crack he heard and felt under his paw was satisfying until his ears flicked up hearing an earsplitting cry. Ty kept his paw on the struggling Simisear and looked in the direction of the daycare. The door was open and there was blood on the ground. Moka..? The Simisear started to unleash Overheat. Ty growled and upper-cutted the ape in the jaw slamming its mouth shut and burning away most of the flesh around its mouth. He again looked to the daycare with his ears flattened back against his head and a deep growl forming in his throat. Moka should've responded... Something was wrong. Moka!

Moka blinked before dashing out the door after the offending tentacles snatched Wil from her side. She heard his cries and had to hurry or she would be... Too late. Moka's crimson eyes were wide with shock and horror. W...Wil... All that was left was a puddle of blood and small crumbs of his waxy body. She had failed him... Moka screamed up to the heavens to Arceus and all Legends before crumpling to the ground curling her front paws around the puddle of blood. Her cheek was red from his blood but she didn't care... My kit... My precious kit... Moka dug her claws into the ground and wept for Wil. He was too young to die... He was supposed yo be alive, healthy and happy. Wil was a child.

Thank you,mom

Moka cried even harder remembering the last thing Wil had said to her. She was his unofficial mother and she failed to protect him. How could she even think of bearing anymore children since she couldn't even care for or protect Wil. The shadowy spirit of the candle had a hold of her muzzle and he too cried but Moka could not see or touch him causing her more pain. The Legend of the afterlife taunted her with the spirit of someone who she barely met yet cared so deeply for. Her crimson eyes looked glazed over just from how much she cried. She sniffed slightly and stood up to clean her face off. That at least could be fixed... But Moka's heart was broken beyond repair. It would never be fixed. As long as she lived even if she had 1000 kits, a small part of her heart would always ache for the shiny Litwick. Her beloved son she barely knew...

((OoC: Sad post is sad ;~;))