Listening to Cloud entirely ignore her presence yet again despite her having
been injured in an effort to protect him from that beast. Eyes sadly drifting
down to her front paw while she held it in the air for a moment, she felt a tear
slide down her cheeks and land on the snowy white fur of her raised paw.
"Hmph...! You are a heartless jerk Cloud
do you know that...?" she asked in a low voice to herself intended as a
rhetorical question. Although as she dwelled upon her hurt feelings further a
part of her deep down kind of did hope that he heard her to maybe have him
realise how much his action's could hurt others. Sadly raising her eyes up to
him for only a moment, she turned slowly while she carefully placed her injured
paw down on the ground and winced in pain slightly. Deciding that maybe she had
worn out her welcome here, and uncertain why she was even spending her time with
a clueless, and stubbern, boy who did not have the first clue that she liked
him.

--- In Realm_light@yahoogroups.com, Will <groundskeeperwill@...> wrote:

The Nidoking slammed once again to the ground, this time, for good.
That last attack was just too much for it. He hadn't had that good a
day. Lost his daughter to some pathetic murderers, then being taken
down by those same said murderers. But he was asleep now, and was
going to worry about that and a sore head when he wakes up.

"And Milo saves the day!" Cloud sang, leaping into the air and
bouncing over to Milo, "See? I said we were going to be okay the whole time. I
was just a bit tired, and I hadn't eaten in a while. I could have taken him, but
I didn't have to! Milo did!" Cloud added, omitting the fact that Diplo existed
and omitting the existence of teamwork.

Vineon sighed, at Cloud and at himself. It may have seemed as if he
hadn't done anything, but he had prepared for the worst. If anything
was to go wrong, he would leap in there and teleport everyone away,
fleeing the battle. On many occasions, this one included, he dreamed
of being strong, of having the strength to take down that thing that
just attacked them. He was sick of running, sick of being protected.
He sighed again, he hadn't eaten anything in a while. He glanced up
and caught the last flash of sunlight before the sun disappeared
behind the mountains. It was time for food anyway.