I Don't Have To Try

[Jespeon]

(Here! I'm here! I haven't left, I've just been busy!)

Zilla watched, not interested in the slightest. "Finished?" she asked Chancol.

(Sorry its so short, I have to go into town. I might extend it later)

[Ren]

((I am back! Oh my goodness! I missed you all sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much! *hugs everyone* Two long weeks at the beach and I'm still pale! Seriously, I'm white like a pole. It's scary! But I'll shut up now and post. Thanks for waiting for me! I really appreciate it! Shutting up now.))

Luna smiled at the vulpix as it left. "Seems to me that we've found a loyal new member," she stated. Her eyes left the new member and landed on Chancol. "I suppose that this alliance is for the best," she whispered, "but are we, and you know I trust you completely, making a wise dicision?" She looked back at the ground. "I'm sorry. Forgive me for questioning you," she muttered. She still couldn't shake the bad feeling she had about the future. She did not voice this feeling, though. She thought it best not to mention it.

[Clif]

((Good to have you back I'm assuming that all went well @ the beach?))

Chancol nodded his head silently towards Zilla, but quickly disengaged with the idle legendary and turned his attention to Luna, "Rivers has a chance to prove herself, but I won't give her much chance after that..." he replied in his semi-monotonous voice. The charmeleon quickly addressed Luna's second concern, "You're in the right for questioning me, being a legendary that has appeared out of nowhere, Zilla isn't the one whom I'd exactly trust from first meeting her. The only thing holding this alliance together is probably the common enemy we have," he admitted with a chuckle, his head turning towards where he previously had seen Rayzor's hyper-beam emerge from.

Chancol noted Luna's body language and decided to add just to reassure the vixen-like pokemon, "I'm not going to punish you for being cautious. I may be smarter than most, but I might overlook a few things here and there."

[Ren]

((Yes, everything went great. ^___^ Thank you.))

Luna smiled slightly, relieved that she had not angered her leader. "I only think that we should watch ourselves, that's all," she said, this time actually turning her head towards the Shadowlord and managed a grin. "Though, I know from personal experience that you can take care of yourself just fine. I have no need to worry," she told him.

[Clif]

The charmeleon nodded, acknowledging the umbreon's concern, "Yes, especially with the new activity of the legendaries...this definitely will lead to the formation of organizations to try to purge the land of our forces. If that offensive is taken then we shall just go behind their back to capture a different point of interest for us. This run-down human complex is a great base, but it holds no power behind it..." he trailed off, his stare shifting from the sky to Luna. "Do you have any other concerns?" he asked, knowing that his position of power kept others from speaking sometimes.

[Ren]

Luna looked to the ground once more, obvious inner conflict going on. she decided not to tell him of the sick feeling she had about the future. He had too much to worry about, she figured. "No, sir," she answered. She must be getting tired. ~Silly. You just need rest. You're going crazy or somthing.~ she told herself.

[Clif]

Chancol nodded simply and left it at what Luna decided to leave it at, he didn't want to be prying at one of his loyal allies at a time like this when he had just defeated a rebellion force. To him, he truly didn't think that Luna was hiding any pent up feelings, just a little opinion-shy around him as most were due to his serious and calm demeanor, but the charmeleon had shown his more aggressive side to a few who have been scared his claws. Of course, it was for good reason.


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After a few moments of silence and mental analysis by the charmeleon as to how he should continue on with managing the Horde, taking the offensive or remaining passive enough to lure the Light into his clutches and hopefully gain some sort of information or item of importance to have some leverage against Rayzor and Alcatraz, Chancol looked up to see the assimilation of a group of pokemon in front of him, familiarly General Slashthroat and Captain Florella.

"What brings you here?" he asked simply, his navy blue eyes scanning the whole group, awaiting an answer from someone.

[Starrunner]

"Shadowlord, sir. We went for the search and slaughter mission and destroyed many pokemon, some had forwaring of us and fled. General Slashthroat need urgent care, sir." Capitain deathstrike said, bowing then nudged slahthroat again.

[wynnyelle]

"I'm fine," growled the General, who did not want to appear weak in any way in front of anyone. Even though he was bleeding from multiple gashes, he knew he would pull through, and he would not be babied. "We succeeded in slaughtering a great many, but a great many more are still on the loose. There's a freak furret in that alcove with godlike powers that performed a few miracles too many." He looked around at the others. They were all sopping wet.

"First a few nasty attacks, he picks ME up and throws ME, then when we decided to torch the woods this nasty rain just opens up above us. I'm pretty sure that was the furret's doing too. Then the earthquake." Florella's legs were shaking from weakness, but she was doing her best to hide it.

[Clif]

Chancol was a few moments away from lashing out at the feline pokemon for providing such a vague description of the scene, but the general's portrayal of what had happened kept the charmeleon's frustration at bay for now. He vividly listened to the ursaring's tale as to why he had returned in with so many wounds, nodding after hearing the first part of what happened, but his eyes seemed to narrow in discontent and confusion as the miraculous furret was described.

Chancol probably wouldn't have believed a single word of what was being spoken if a lower-ranked Horde member--specifically greenie--was providing such information, quickly assuming that the newcomer hadn't been paying much attention to the whole situation. Taking a look over the bear pokemon, Chancol's face adjusted ever so slightly to the surprise of Slashthroat being tossed, knowing that even with incredible strength, it was quite difficult to toss an ursaring.

"So...you mean to tell me that there's something supernatural about one of the rodents in the forest?" the charmeleon's eyes scrolled over the rest of the group, analyzing each one swiftly just to get an idea of who was still in good condition to fight or not. "You there--" his gaze shifted to the arcanine, "at ease," he stated simply, he had some relative sympathy for the dog, since he too was of fire-type, a heavy downpour and battle just don't mix together well.

Chancol turned back to the general, "Aside from what had happened, do you have any information that might be related to this occurrence?" he asked sternly, his voice strong, calm and smooth.

[wynnyelle]

"That's what I'm saying, Lord," said General Slashthroat as Florella gladly sank into a sitting position, perhaps a little too quickly. "There's a monster of some sort loose in those woods and it is no furret. It looked for all the world like a chubby, rather scruffy-looking ootachi hob who's seen better days, but then that thing up and threw Florella high enough for her to clear the woods and land hard and I think hurt her leg pretty badly."

Florella was still favouring her very injured leg. "I'll be fine, sir," she growled even as she was facing the likely prospect of limping her way through the rest of her life.

[Clif]

The charmeleon nodded, "If that's all you have then that's all I'll need from you general," simultaneously, Chancol condensed the shadowy aura that his powers granted him and focused it upon the immediate area around the group, centered around himself. Despite the fact he was of secondary evolution, being a deadfire charmeleon gave him quite the time in order to concentrate upon drawing upon the demonic aura he was blessed with; he hoped to quickly rejuvenate the small platoon with the increased strength of the dark energy, clearing up minor wounds and restoring power to those who took part in the fight. "If you stick around, you might feel somewhat better..." he trailed off as he looked at Florella, not knowing the extent of the rejuvenation, nor did he believe that he would be able to assist Florella's leg.

[wynnyelle]

"Can you be of assistance to, er, fix up my leg a little bit?" Florella held up her broken front leg. "My ribs are busted up too. I'll be able to return to active duty a lot fast, my lord."

[Clif]

Chancol smirked slightly at the request, "I'll give it a try," he paused, he stopped himself from making himself seem better than the previous Shadowlords by boasting about his control over his power; how quickly did he almost forget that he had fewer loyal members than the others. He slowly approached the large canine, wondering what it was like to be such a large being, but he quickly dismissed that train of thought as he continued, "keep your leg still, can't have it healing in some strange form...better yet lie down so you don't have to balance."

As he waited for Captain Florella to adjust herself, it was apparent that the shadowy aura was becoming stronger in the area around the charmeleon, even the surroundings took on a tinted look to them as Chancol concentrated his energy.

[Steven]

Scarblade had arisen early and sat quietly. Earlier when he arisen he found himslef back the fortress. Never had the Zangoose felt tihs weak and scrawny in his whole life, he actually had never considered himself feeling like that before, ever. He listened in as other members of the Horde conversed. Then he heard the words 'Shadow' and 'Lord' come up often. Scarblade adjusted himself feeling slightly better as he observed the Chancol, the Charmeleon was frighteneing to even somebody like Scarblade. He sat through the rejuvination and watched as Chancol concentrated on Captain Florella.

[wynnyelle]

"Very well, my lord." Florella lay down on her side opposite the injured leg, so her hurt leg was on top.

[Clif]

Chancol looked down at the injured leg as he put one fist over the limb, shadow energy slowly becoming clearly visible around the fist. "You're going to have to tell me if it hurts it or heals it. This is the first time I've done something like this..." he admitted, opening his clawed hand and placing it gently upon Florella.

[Starrunner]

Capitain Deathstrike watched the shadowlord, knowing she was to low a capitain to get healed. Her leg was busted and her tail was too. But she stod at atension and waited untill the shadow lord was finished.

[wynnyelle]

Florella felt instant pain as the broken bones moved back towards a proper alignment. She growled and flames shot from her nostrils and around her teeth. She didn't reply, because she knew something was being accomplished, and if she tried to speak now, she would end up howling. She would not show weakness.

[Clif]

The demonically empowered deadfire charmeleon kept his concentration upon the large canine, he could feel the drain upon his mind it was taking to heal, but it was nowhere near the stress that the rebellion had on him; but since this was his first time healing someone else, it did prove a challenge to keep his power constant at such a high concentration. He became pensive as he heard Florella's bones cracking but since he wasn't being told to stop, Chancol kept on going with his treatment.

Soon enough the bodily cracking stopped to the best of the charmeleon's knowledge, and he let up on his concentration to ask, "Good or bad?" was all he said, his face remaining semi-stoic as always, a small smirk upon his face, feeling accomplished at his newly discovered technique; of course he'd have to improve upon it like some of the others he had.

Shortly, he looked up at the others, "If you are willing to get back into service sooner than much later, you might want to request that I heal you now," Chancol knew that when word of his healing ability spread amongst the Horde, either the severely injured or those who couldn't take a hit or two would be asking him to fix their wounds also. For now, this group was the test and early practice guinea pigs.

[Starrunner]

Deathstrike wobbled ominously, but stayed at atension. She knew she would faint soon, but she had to hold on, or die.....

[wynnyelle]

Florella continue to ride out the pain. She had felt worse, although in battle it was much easier because she could physically lash out at whatever was causing her the pain. Here, she had to lie still and hold back her instincts.

Once the bones were aligned, Florella felt the pain fading. Still, she could feel she wasn't healed enough yet, so she lay still for some more time.

[Clif]

The Shadow Lord scanned the rest of the group his deep navy blue irises slowly analyzing each one of the returned Horde members as he stood, pensive about the near future, knowing that he didn't have much time before the Light took action, he did want to practice his healing techniques more, knowing that the feline pokemon wasn't in best of shape either. Chancol's maw shifted only the slightest when he looked back down at the arcanine at his feet, and in a slightly agitated voice he stated, "I'm not a mind-reader. Your healing doesn't just benefit you; it helps me at the same time. I'm not going to repeat this again: Good or bad?"

The dark green charmeleon's statement wasn't just for Captain Florella; he didn't want to repeat himself, yet at the same time he wanted to see which of his allies were competent enough to understand what he was talking about. He opened his mouth and yawned greatly, his mind slowly recovering from the amount of concentration it required him just to heal a few broken bones, yet he knew that if he was to succeed at perfecting this process, it would require many more attempts to heal wounds much quicker than before.

[Starrunner]

Deathstrike could hold on any longer. She croumpled to the ground, out cold in a pool of her own blood.

[Clif]

Chancol cackled, obviously finding humor in the now fainted feline; his tolerance of lack of competence was quite low, so it wasn't that he didn't know of the moonmeow's fatigue, he wanted to test how often the squad would listen to what he said. A dark green hand gestured in the direction of the fallen Deathstrike, "This...my fellow shadowed allies--" he walked over to the boarder of the pool of blood, not exactly caring if it got on his feet or not, "--is why you always pay attention to what your superiors say to you. General Slashthroat...do you wish to take up my offer, or do you wish to let your own wounds heal themselves?" he asked calmly, a smirk showing his entertainment.

"Those of you who are injured and wish to be healed, I give you one last chance to request my assistance. Beyond that, you might not be healed between now and the next time you see me, which might not be in the near future," Chancol stated, his face stoic and dark irises piercing and analytical.

Just as he finished addressing the rest of the troop, Blade decided to make his appearance, since he knew that he wouldn't easily anger the deadfire charmeleon, he hopped down near the others, luckily his yellow and black eyes swiftly made contact with the navy blues of the charmeleon. The only sign of the concealed message was shown through the swift dismissal of the grass-type pokemon after a slight nod of approval. Doing as he was told, the grovyle made haste back to where he had seen the golduck before.

[wynnyelle]

"It's good, sir!" barked Florella as the pain finally began to subside. "Forgive me, my lord. I had something caught in my throat."

Her leg healed, she got back up onto all fours, testing the limb. It had healed perfectly.

[Starrunner]

Deathstrike woke and moved her head an inch from the pool, "Please, Shadowlord......" she whispered, Each word costing her great pain, "Heal...me..." she said and her head dropped back into the pool. Her blood scarlet eyes grew fainter, but she clung to life.

[wynnyelle]

The General looked at Deathstrike. She'd make it, he was pretty sure.

[Starrunner]

Deathstrike's fur was matted in blood and it trickled down her sides adding to the pool below.

[Clif]

Chancol sighed as he began to refocus his energy into his hand, figuring that it was the best way to channel the shadow energy into another being for swift healing purposes. His clawed hand slowly made contact with the blood soaked fur of the feline-like pokemon. "General, judging by the rest of your troops' wounds, no one was severely injured that hadn't been in contact with the abnormal furret, right? You might want to focus on training this one more...If she's more than a basic soldier rank then I'd like to see some major improvement in this one..." he said aloud to the ursaring without making eye-contact, his agitation portrayed through his voice instead of his countenance.