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♂ To Dawn's Daddy - Hey Father-san! Are you aware of your daughter evolving? How does this make you feel? 83

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"Dawn?! My little Dawn?! You have seen her?!"

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"It is so good… to know she is still alive. And evolved! Wow… I bet she is just as beautiful as her mother…"

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(♥♥,) Dawn

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#2 Raising a baby for three days

Day 1:

Chael had been flying in and out of the room where Dawn rested with their firstborn pup, the Braixen weakly raises her paw to signal the ghost to stop. The Zorua approaches her and holds the paw, “Hun, you shouldn’t strain yourself… the doc said you should rest…”, he had a worried look, being told that she was very weak during the birth and it had been a few days since she’d been in recovery. Dawn just smiles, the cold feeling of Chael’s paw was something that took time getting used to, but over the time it was something normal for her, “I’m alright… You should also take a break…”, she coughs and groans, feeling a bit faint. The tiny creature whimpered and squeaked in his mother’s arm, barely able to move around the bed sheets without wobbling. “I can’t take a break… for both of you…”, he plants a small kiss on her forehead and goes out to fetch Dawn some water, fruits and twigs.

Day 2:

Chael awoke to the high pitched yipping of the pup, he grumbled that he had to wake up earlier than usual, but the creature needed him, surprised that Dawn was still sleeping he gently cradles the tiny ball of fur and goes to get the feeding bottle, warming up the formula and waits a few moments for it to cool down to let the child to drink it. Short suckling and tiny growls came from the pup, trying to use his tiny paws to grip the bottle, “Heh… Hungry pup ain’t ya…”, he chuckles. After the pup had it’s fill, the Zorua carries him back to the resting Braixen, returning to the kitchen to make her something to eat for when she wakes up.

Day 3

This time Chael took the turn to sleep with the pup, they both slept belly up with their paws stretched, Dawn was awake and standing, using her personal rod to keep balance, “Heehee… Like father like son…”, she laughs softly and heads to the kitchen to prepare the formula, losing her footing and falling, letting out a yelp that awoke the ghost Zorua, “D-Dawn! A-are you alright honey?!”, he rushed to her aid, the Braixen held her gut and panted, “Y-yeah… I’m alright… Please… Help me up…”, Chael holds her paw as they both rise, “You know the doc said you should stay in bed! Come on, I’ll take things from here.”, he sets her on the bed next to the sleeping pup and goes to the kitchen to make her some breakfast.

At nightfall the three foxes rested, as the two medium sized ones slept soundly, the pup woke up to a strange sound, someone had gotten in and was in the room, since the pup still had his eyes closed and his ears weren’t completely used to sounds, he began to whine, “Shhh… Shhh… There there… You don’t need to worry… You’re no different than me… Nephew…”

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The streets were pretty quiet today. Odd, considering that the sky was clear at midday. That didn't deter Tetris and Kievr from trekking to the market to find any sales on supplies they needed. "Wonder if we'll run into anyone we know," murmured the Riolu, scratching the back of his head. His partner shook out his fur briefly and made no reply. The pair turned a corner and Tetris immediately crashed into an gold-furred mon. "Oh, sorry!" he blurted out, backing up a few steps. "You okay?"

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The vixen had been strolling carefully through the streets, seizing this perfect opportunity to practice her walk while paying the market a little visit. Lucky for her, the streets were not as crowded as usual. It appeared as if she would not have to worry about bumping in to too many people today.

When someone else bumped in to her she was caught completely off guard. She nearly lost her balance as it happened, letting out a little squeak out of the surprise she recieved. She was able to quickly recover afterwards as she held on to her staff, a long branch which she utilized as a cane. Her legs wobbled as she straightened herself, though all in all, she was fine.

Once she was sure she had her balance back, she turned around to face the cerulean hound. Her amber eyes curiously eyed him before she realized who it was.

"TETRIS!!!" The vixen gasped, lunging towards the Riolu for a hug. For a slight second she had forgoten how big she had grown, toppling the Riolu with her sudden action.

"Y-You’re… You’re alright! I-I thought those jerks took you away! I’m so glad they didn’t…" By then the vixen choked over her own words as she began to tear up, still smiling as she was overjoyed at the sight of the fighting type. Her long bushy tail waved along to the beat of her happiness as she wiped her tears.

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Kier retrieved his coin bag from his larger bag and pulled out the needed amount, then handed them off to Alicia. With a smile, the Buizel pushed a button that made a ding and put the money away into the hidden drawer. “Thanks~ Come back soon!”

Tetris and Kievr turned and made way to a nearby bench, sitting down upon the aged wood and relaxing. It was the first time in a few days they were able to do so. Treats in hand, they gestured for Dawn and Yue to sit with them. “Guess we all deserve a break, eh?” said Tetris, already mowing down his ice cream.

Dawn trotted over to her friends as quickly as her wobbly legs allowed her, with Yue following closely from behind. She sat next to the cerulean hound, chowing down on her own icy treat as the Sneasel stood by her side.

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"Yeah…" The vixen suddenly stopped eating, letting out a slight sigh. "I wouldn’t mind a bit more action though. After Yue got hurt, and I evolved, well… we haven’t been able to do much. We can’t really do any guild work. Not like this."

Tetris frowned slightly and said, “How long ago was that? A few days?”

"Nearly a week and a half since Yue was injured," quiped Kievr. "He was hurt while we were looking for you." The Quilava was quiet after that, focusing on his food instead of that incident. Tetris looked to the ground and looked a bit sullen and solemn. "…gone for eight days and you miss everything."

That conversation was quickly discarded and neither of the pair spoke for a long time. The Riolu kept giving sideways glances at Yue and Dawn, more often the latter than the former. Kievr started to pick up on this action and eventually whispered, “Is there something you need to tell her?”

Immediately Tetris glared his friend down and whispered back, “Shut up.” Then went back to his cold snack without another word.

"Don’t worry. Yue’ll pull through soon enough! Right, Yue?" The fox looked up at her partner, holding on to a smile as she watched him nible on his ice cream.

She looked back at her own ice cream a few seconds later and resumed eating it, focusing only around the treat an nothing else. Once finished she stood up, aiming towards the nearest trash can. She tried tossing it from affar, though the cup missed and fell onto the floor next to it. With a huff she limped after it to pick it up and have it properly disposed of.

You’re still cute when you’re short, okay~ 
((Pfft, Dawn will forever be a shorty X3))

You’re still cute when you’re short, okay~

((Pfft, Dawn will forever be a shorty X3))

Dawn lived long enough to become the villain...

The Braixen sat close to the warmth of the flames, watching as they swallowed the village whole. People screamed for their loved ones as they were burned alive in the near-inescapable heat trap. While some managed to escape, most of them found no hope as they were trapped under flaming debree, unable to breath as the fumes invaded their lungs. Their screams pierced through her ears like sharpened blades, though she barely flinched to this.

She tried to keep in her mind how much they deserved it. They practically begged for this fate. After all she had done to earn her way in the guilds. Everything she had gone through, even loosing her closest friend. She thought returning to her home would do her good. That her newfound fame could bring her the respect she had always wanted.

She would go back to greet the people she had grown around, and to finally see her parents after so long. All her hopes were set up high, only to be brought down by the same people who had mocked her before. The moment she stepped foot in the village, the first of those who had gotten a glimpse of her ran away in fear. A few remained to pelt and yell at her to leave. It was as if nothing had changed.

So many emotions fluctuated through the vixen’s head. She could not help but run back to her old house. Without giving it any second thoughts she stormed through the door, hoping to see them, only to be shocked further by the sight of a diffrent family inhabiting her home.

"Mom… Dad…" She cried, staring at the frightened Zoroarks.

"Witch! Get out of our home!" One howled.

"No! This is my home! My house! Where are they?!" The vixen demanded, aiming her staff towards them as she began to tear up. The family pinned themselves against the wall, lifting their arms pleadingly.

"W-We don’t know who you’re taling about!" The largest Zoroark stuttered.

As the vixen was on the verge of unleashing her attack, she was grabbed from behind.

"Your kind belongs at the bottom of the lake!" Yelled the man who had grabbed her, only to have his face singed. The vixen backed away, gasping at her action before fleeing the scene. Many other villagers chased her down, though none could reach her unburned.

A day later, she was sitting by the edge of the village, watching it all burn down. She grunted in her rage, holding on to her knees. “I’ll show them… I’ll show everyone what a real witch is…”

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The Weavile tapped his claws over his desk as a sort of anxiety came over him, something he thought he had not felt in a long time. He eyed the wooden door at the far side of his office. Little light filtered into the dark type’s room, save for a few rays that found their way through the curtain, revealing the many floating specs of dust that inhabited his office.

His feathered ears suddenly twitched as he could hear someone’s footsteps approach his door. He looked down at a set of framed pictures on his desk afterwards. The first frame carried the image of a beautiful Dewott, short wavy hair tied into a simple bun. In her arms a young Sneasel, eyes unmatched in color. To its right, a picture of another Sneasel, though this one had bright rose fur. He gazed at them untill he heard a knock in the door.

"Come in." The Weavile said, sitting upright as he held a cold, emontionless gaze towards the entrance. The door was opened a moment later. Two Krokorok came in, draging a Floatzel along with them. He held his claws together as he looked down at the water type, who was set down by the front of his desk. He was bruised all over, with patches of blood on some sides and a set of old scars ruining the left side of his complexion.

"We found him hidding in the alleys. Gave us quite a fight." One of the Krokorok said, shoving him closer towards the Weavile. The Floatzel refused to look up at him.

"Boy… you are one for holding grudges…" He chuckled, his gaze directed only to the stone flooring beneath him.

"Do you know why I sent them to find you?" The Weavile inquired, his tone solemn.

" ‘Cause you missed this pretty face, didn’t you?" The Floatzel chuckled even more. He finally raised his head to gaze at the Weavile, his dark eyes staring directly into his, one red, while the other was too damaged to recognize. "She deserved it… and so did that whore you called a mother…"

Something snapped the second such topic was brought up. He blasted both the Floatzel and his men back with a powerful Blizzard before storming towards the water type. “Should I remind you what possition you are in right now?” He growled, his claws only inches away from piercing through the Floatzel’s soft skin.

Even as he glared down death’s eyes, the Floatzel kept on smiling. “Why should it matter? You were going to kill me anyway…”

The Weavile kept on glaring at him, his every being ready to slit trhough the water type’s neck. He clenched his fangs tightly, pressing his claws further into him as a threat.

"Look at you, Yue… You really thought any of this would ‘redeem’ you? You’re no better me. You’re no better than our previous boss… You’re no better that your father!" The Floatzel mocked, only to have the surface of his skin pierced.

"DO NOT COMPARE ME TO THAT INSOLENT BASTARD!!!" The Weavile thundered, digging his claws deeper into the water type’s skin, causing his to wail even more.

"Urgh… You think you’re so different from him… when you’re sitting right in his chair? Carrying the same orders he gave out… Ensuring that everyone else’s lives where just as miserable as his… You’re the fucking boss of a fucking mafia gang! Wake up! You thought that killing the old boss and crowning yourself king would make you feel better! You think taking and torturing lives fills that hole in your heart, just like it did to your old man with his booze? You think that killing me, the last trace to your loved one’s deaths, will finally bring you peace? You think that it will help you sleep at night, or bring peace to them? You… You’re pathetic… So ignorant… Heh… Heh heh… You known… We all feel the same way. The nightmares never end. We only learn to live with them. You just haven’t learned how to-" His voice was cut of as he choked, blood pouring into his trachea. He held on to his throat as he gurgled in a struggle to breathe. Slowly the life dissipated out of him. Once it did, the Weavile sheathed his claws out of the corpse, wiping the blood off before sitting back in his chair. He then put his claws together, turning around to face the curtained window.

"Clean this mess up." He comanded. With a quick "Yes sir!" and a nod from both Krokoroks, the two proceeded to drag to body out of his room.

The dark type remained silent, his mind still pondering about the Floatzels words. The anxiety he felt at the begining came back. He felt no relief… Nothing at all. Just as the Floatzel had predicted…

"What am I to do now?" He uttered, tapping his claws together. Back to work, it seemed. His organization could not lead itself…

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The Weavile tapped his claws over his desk as a sort of anxiety came over him, something he thought he had not felt in a long time. He eyed the wooden door at the far side of his office. Little light filtered into the dark type’s room, save for a few rays that found their way through the curtain, revealing the many floating specs of dust that inhabited his office.

His feathered ears suddenly twitched as he could hear someone’s footsteps approach his door. He looked down at a set of framed pictures on his desk afterwards. The first frame carried the image of a beautiful Dewott, short wavy hair tied into a simple bun. In her arms a young Sneasel, eyes unmatched in color. To its right, a picture of another Sneasel, though this one had bright rose fur. He gazed at them untill he heard a knock in the door.

"Come in." The Weavile said, sitting upright as he held a cold, emontionless gaze towards the entrance. The door was opened a moment later. Two Krokorok came in, draging a Floatzel along with them. He held his claws together as he looked down at the water type, who was set down by the front of his desk. He was bruised all over, with patches of blood on some sides and a set of old scars ruining the left side of his complexion.

"We found him hidding in the alleys. Gave us quite a fight." One of the Krokorok said, shoving him closer towards the Weavile. The Floatzel refused to look up at him.

"Boy… you are one for holding grudges…" He chuckled, his gaze directed only to the stone flooring beneath him.

"Do you know why I sent them to find you?" The Weavile inquired, his tone solemn.

" ‘Cause you missed this pretty face, didn’t you?" The Floatzel chuckled even more. He finally raised his head to gaze at the Weavile, his dark eyes staring directly into his, one red, while the other was too damaged to recognize. "She deserved it… and so did that whore you called a mother…"

Something snapped the second such topic was brought up. He blasted both the Floatzel and his men back with a powerful Blizzard before storming towards the water type. “Should I remind you what possition you are in right now?” He growled, his claws only inches away from piercing through the Floatzel’s soft skin.

Even as he glared down death’s eyes, the Floatzel kept on smiling. “Why should it matter? You were going to kill me anyway…”

The Weavile kept on glaring at him, his every being ready to slit trhough the water type’s neck. He clenched his fangs tightly, pressing his claws further into him as a threat.

"Look at you, Yue… You really thought any of this would ‘redeem’ you? You’re no better me. You’re no better than our previous boss… You’re no better that your father!" The Floatzel mocked, only to have the surface of his skin pierced.

"DO NOT COMPARE ME TO THAT INSOLENT BASTARD!!!" The Weavile thundered, digging his claws deeper into the water type’s skin, causing his to wail even more.

"Urgh… You think you’re so different from him… when you’re sitting right in his chair? Carrying the same orders he gave out… Ensuring that everyone else’s lives where just as miserable as his… You’re the fucking boss of a fucking mafia gang! Wake up! You thought that killing the old boss and crowning yourself king would make you feel better! You think taking and torturing lives fills that hole in your heart, just like it did to your old man with his booze? You think that killing me, the last trace to your loved one’s deaths, will finally bring you peace? You think that it will help you sleep at night, or bring peace to them? You… You’re pathetic… So ignorant… Heh… Heh heh… You known… We all feel the same way. The nightmares never end. We only learn to live with them. You just haven’t learned how to-" His voice was cut of as he choked, blood pouring into his trachea. He held on to his throat as he gurgled in a struggle to breathe. Slowly the life dissipated out of him. Once it did, the Weavile sheathed his claws out of the corpse, wiping the blood off before sitting back in his chair. He then put his claws together, turning around to face the curtained window.

"Clean this mess up." He comanded. With a quick "Yes sir!" and a nod from both Krokoroks, the two proceeded to drag to body out of his room.

The dark type remained silent, his mind still pondering about the Floatzels words. The anxiety he felt at the begining came back. He felt no relief… Nothing at all. Just as the Floatzel had predicted…

"What am I to do now?" He uttered, tapping his claws together. Back to work, it seemed. His organization could not lead itself…