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A cool February breeze combed its way through the hybrid’s hair, tugging the white strands to and fro. Arcing beneath her spanding wings Nyxa sprawled, the city alive with the thrumming of music and the cheerful chorus of voices. Frantically running beneath the Ruler was her retainer; a mass of a man who’s shadow devoured the forms of any it passed over.

Krydence let out a bubbling laugh; ducking and weaving through the drafts of sweet-smelling air as it carried her higher and higher. It was a gorgeous day, fit for celebration. Along her streets ribbons of silken thread laced their ways across lantern posts and cobbled signs alike. Such hues truly popped in the rather gothic-style architecture. The contrast almost silly.

Casting one last cursory glance down; Krydence saw no sight of her retainer. It was as if the scarred man had vanished altogether. Descending a few feet, she saw again...Nothing. Dropping until she was gliding only a few feet from the ground she was about to land; when a flash of silver caught her eye.

Too late to react she was toppled by a freight train of just under seven feet of steel and flesh.

Damn.

“A Retainer never loses his charge.” Exodus declared proudly. An odd display to most; for he generally kept an air of stoic and intimidating silence about him. Allowing herself to be picked up; Krydence was hoisted onto his shoulder; a position from which the Ruler pouted.

“You wouldn’t have gotten me if I wasn't worried you had fallen into a sewer hole or something.” The Dragon type growled, her tail lashing irritably at her back. Ignoring the statement Exodus led the charge up the street, a contented smile lighting his face.Approaching a mass of Pokemon and their Humans he paused; a vendor's stall. So crowded by townspeople, Kry could scarcely even read the sign. She didn’t need to. From where she sat she could scent the decadent and rich chocolate, and light, sweet, floral scent of a local wildflower.

A treat devised from the cities prairie flowers; it was a seasonal delicacy. The fragrant, and tart blossoms of the flowers often dipped in rich dark chocolate for a romantic and delicate treat. Spying the pair the vendor waved; causing the crowd to stir.

“Oh! It’s the Lady of the Nyx!” Someone exclaimed; causing the mass to part. Basking in the sudden attention, Kry waved, offering a wide smile to her people as Exodus went about purchasing their treats.

As swiftly as they had appeared they left, taking their food with them, and plodding down the streets in search of a quiet bench to enjoy their snacks. “God’s I love these.” Kry cheered, gnashing away at the succulent petals from atop her noble steed. He merely grunted in response, a smile playing across his scarred lips.

Yawning ahead of them lay the cities main road, the cobbled stones heavily burdened by the footsteps of visitors and citizens alike. Apart from them, sitting cross legged on the streets edge, Kry spotted a pair of her subjects.

The taller of the two was a rather muscular and imposing woman, her face worn and proud. Even while sitting, Kry could see she was well over six feet tall. Hair in a proud mohawk like spike; her skin was dark, and traced with snow white stripes. Fixing the approaching duo, she was met with a rather melancholy ice blue gaze. A Zebrstrika if Kry had ever seen one. Even from where they stood she could feel the crackle of electrical energy.

In simple clothes, she wore tight fitted leggings, and high boots, with a short crop top not unlike Kry’s own. It was however crossed at the front with two belts, with which jewelry dangled. In fact both her ears and neck also dripped the golden ornamentation. Kry recognized it to be a cultural favorite of a rather far off Southern tribe.

At her side, with flesh of ashen charcoal; was her partner. Far shorter, and plumper, she too carried an air of sorrow. Eyebrows drawn, she shrunk into the shadow of her far larger companion. Dressed in a wide bell of a gown, it appeared to be hand sewn, with zippers winding their way up either side.
As they got closer, it became apparent she had no attached arms, her limbs instead floating adjacent to her torso, sprouting from the sentient sleeves of her dress with wicked purple claws. A Banette and Haunter hybrid, it appeared. Red eyes followed Kry as she hopped down from Exodus’s back, waving a greeting at the duo.

“For a day of such happiness, the two of you look rather glum.” Kry began, taking a seat in front of the duo. At her back Exodus resumed his usual position, facing the crowd. From his back he drew his sword; a beastly wide blade; which he plunged into the stone, rather leisurely. He leaned against it; watching Kry’s back.

It was clear nobody was to interrupt the little gathering.

“Yes, well… We operate the Hall of the Lost.” The Ghost type began; much to Kry’s surprise, as she was the shyer appearing of the pair.

Krydence nodded. She was familiar with the place; as the often handled the orphans or lost children and Pokemon found within and around the city.

“We are fortunate in that out beds are often empty, the children and Pokemon placed usually within a few days… But… Er, not to sound cruel but, we… Sometimes we hope that… One might… stay…” The woman added, her words falling away. Protectively the electric type at her side coiled an arm around her, going so far as to caress her cheek with one striped hand.

“I see.” Kry nodded. She was young; with yet to have any desire of her own for kids- but she understood their pain.

“Such celebrations are a painful reminder of the fruit we cannot bare.” The Zebrstrika added, not looking away from her partners face.

After a moment to collect herself, the ghost type went on. “On our travels here from The South; we caught word of a local, uh…” She paused, seeming to not know the word.

“Goddess.” Her partner added.

“Right, a Goddess, who is supposedly capable of granting those like us… A chance to bear a child. Her Temple is somewhere in the area; but we have yet to find it. Such wilds here are guarded by ferocious and terrifying Pokemon; and we have scarcely gotten farther than the City limits. My partner, Sekai is a formidable opponent, but I fear I tend to slow us down.”

Kry cast her eyes to the electric type; Sekai, not doubting the words for a second.

“You are as you are made.” Sekai reminded, kissing her ghost girlfriend on the forehead. “Do not blame yourself.” She added, shaking her head.

Sharing an intimate moment, Krydence parted her gaze, prodding Exodus until he turned so she could offer some of the chocolate blossoms.

“We could go there for you.” Krydence offered after a moment. “I have seen my fair share of fights. And Exodus is about a scary in the ring as he is in appearance.” She jested, earning a sharp back kick to the behind.

Stifling a laugh she went on. “At the very least it is my duty to find any temples that grace my lands or those surrounding. It would be my honour to do it on your behalf.” The Ruler added, nodding once.

A hopeful smile lit up the pairs faces. “Really? You would do this for us!?” The asked, voices nearly in unison- save for their opposing accents.

“Sure, what kind of Ruler would I be if I didn’t-” Before she could finish, she was enveloped in a tight hug.

Description
A cool February breeze combed its way through the hybrid’s hair, tugging the white strands to and fro. Arcing beneath her spanding wings Nyxa sprawled, the city alive with the thrumming of music and the cheerful chorus of voices. Frantically running beneath the Ruler was her retainer; a mass of a man who’s shadow devoured the forms of any it passed over.

Krydence let out a bubbling laugh; ducking and weaving through the drafts of sweet-smelling air as it carried her higher and higher. It was a gorgeous day, fit for celebration. Along her streets ribbons of silken thread laced their ways across lantern posts and cobbled signs alike. Such hues truly popped in the rather gothic-style architecture. The contrast almost silly.

Casting one last cursory glance down; Krydence saw no sight of her retainer. It was as if the scarred man had vanished altogether. Descending a few feet, she saw again...Nothing. Dropping until she was gliding only a few feet from the ground she was about to land; when a flash of silver caught her eye.

Too late to react she was toppled by a freight train of just under seven feet of steel and flesh.

Damn.

“A Retainer never loses his charge.” Exodus declared proudly. An odd display to most; for he generally kept an air of stoic and intimidating silence about him. Allowing herself to be picked up; Krydence was hoisted onto his shoulder; a position from which the Ruler pouted.

“You wouldn’t have gotten me if I wasn't worried you had fallen into a sewer hole or something.” The Dragon type growled, her tail lashing irritably at her back. Ignoring the statement Exodus led the charge up the street, a contented smile lighting his face.Approaching a mass of Pokemon and their Humans he paused; a vendor's stall. So crowded by townspeople, Kry could scarcely even read the sign. She didn’t need to. From where she sat she could scent the decadent and rich chocolate, and light, sweet, floral scent of a local wildflower.

A treat devised from the cities prairie flowers; it was a seasonal delicacy. The fragrant, and tart blossoms of the flowers often dipped in rich dark chocolate for a romantic and delicate treat. Spying the pair the vendor waved; causing the crowd to stir.

“Oh! It’s the Lady of the Nyx!” Someone exclaimed; causing the mass to part. Basking in the sudden attention, Kry waved, offering a wide smile to her people as Exodus went about purchasing their treats.

As swiftly as they had appeared they left, taking their food with them, and plodding down the streets in search of a quiet bench to enjoy their snacks. “God’s I love these.” Kry cheered, gnashing away at the succulent petals from atop her noble steed. He merely grunted in response, a smile playing across his scarred lips.

Yawning ahead of them lay the cities main road, the cobbled stones heavily burdened by the footsteps of visitors and citizens alike. Apart from them, sitting cross legged on the streets edge, Kry spotted a pair of her subjects.

The taller of the two was a rather muscular and imposing woman, her face worn and proud. Even while sitting, Kry could see she was well over six feet tall. Hair in a proud mohawk like spike; her skin was dark, and traced with snow white stripes. Fixing the approaching duo, she was met with a rather melancholy ice blue gaze. A Zebrstrika if Kry had ever seen one. Even from where they stood she could feel the crackle of electrical energy.

In simple clothes, she wore tight fitted leggings, and high boots, with a short crop top not unlike Kry’s own. It was however crossed at the front with two belts, with which jewelry dangled. In fact both her ears and neck also dripped the golden ornamentation. Kry recognized it to be a cultural favorite of a rather far off Southern tribe.

At her side, with flesh of ashen charcoal; was her partner. Far shorter, and plumper, she too carried an air of sorrow. Eyebrows drawn, she shrunk into the shadow of her far larger companion. Dressed in a wide bell of a gown, it appeared to be hand sewn, with zippers winding their way up either side.
As they got closer, it became apparent she had no attached arms, her limbs instead floating adjacent to her torso, sprouting from the sentient sleeves of her dress with wicked purple claws. A Banette and Haunter hybrid, it appeared. Red eyes followed Kry as she hopped down from Exodus’s back, waving a greeting at the duo.

“For a day of such happiness, the two of you look rather glum.” Kry began, taking a seat in front of the duo. At her back Exodus resumed his usual position, facing the crowd. From his back he drew his sword; a beastly wide blade; which he plunged into the stone, rather leisurely. He leaned against it; watching Kry’s back.

It was clear nobody was to interrupt the little gathering.

“Yes, well… We operate the Hall of the Lost.” The Ghost type began; much to Kry’s surprise, as she was the shyer appearing of the pair.

Krydence nodded. She was familiar with the place; as the often handled the orphans or lost children and Pokemon found within and around the city.

“We are fortunate in that out beds are often empty, the children and Pokemon placed usually within a few days… But… Er, not to sound cruel but, we… Sometimes we hope that… One might… stay…” The woman added, her words falling away. Protectively the electric type at her side coiled an arm around her, going so far as to caress her cheek with one striped hand.

“I see.” Kry nodded. She was young; with yet to have any desire of her own for kids- but she understood their pain.

“Such celebrations are a painful reminder of the fruit we cannot bare.” The Zebrstrika added, not looking away from her partners face.

After a moment to collect herself, the ghost type went on. “On our travels here from The South; we caught word of a local, uh…” She paused, seeming to not know the word.

“Goddess.” Her partner added.

“Right, a Goddess, who is supposedly capable of granting those like us… A chance to bear a child. Her Temple is somewhere in the area; but we have yet to find it. Such wilds here are guarded by ferocious and terrifying Pokemon; and we have scarcely gotten farther than the City limits. My partner, Sekai is a formidable opponent, but I fear I tend to slow us down.”

Kry cast her eyes to the electric type; Sekai, not doubting the words for a second.

“You are as you are made.” Sekai reminded, kissing her ghost girlfriend on the forehead. “Do not blame yourself.” She added, shaking her head.

Sharing an intimate moment, Krydence parted her gaze, prodding Exodus until he turned so she could offer some of the chocolate blossoms.

“We could go there for you.” Krydence offered after a moment. “I have seen my fair share of fights. And Exodus is about a scary in the ring as he is in appearance.” She jested, earning a sharp back kick to the behind.

Stifling a laugh she went on. “At the very least it is my duty to find any temples that grace my lands or those surrounding. It would be my honour to do it on your behalf.” The Ruler added, nodding once.

A hopeful smile lit up the pairs faces. “Really? You would do this for us!?” The asked, voices nearly in unison- save for their opposing accents.

“Sure, what kind of Ruler would I be if I didn’t-” Before she could finish, she was enveloped in a tight hug.