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Malantau Howling Precipice

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Panic fully took root in Koa's heart. The final straw on the back of one too many harrowing encounters in a short span of time. Vengeful ghostly hounds, a malicious wall painting, an angry dungeon and a furious saint and now some kind of flaming beast and fire. Raw fear overrode all conscious thought and warred with all his protective instincts. His mind screamed louder at him to run but his body refused, legs locking.

All he could do was stare, limbs trembling, at the wall of flames and the figure beyond. Coward.

Swirling tails. A lupine form. A familiar flash of silver fur. It took his petrified mind several moments to attach meaning to what he was seeing. ...Seir?!

On the other side of the flames, Anubis halted abruply. An unnatural bolt of fear shot through him, making his hackles rise and ears flatten. Danger! Flee! Flee! That panic, that urge... it wasn't his own, it felt foreign, and yet it was overpowering. His heart raced against his wishes and his body quivered. He shifted closer to the Buizel, not so much out of protection as an instinct to stay close in the face of a threat. Strength in the pack. Had he come this far only to be wiped out by an enranged beast of legend? Before even reuniting with his trainer in this strange place?

Through the fire and steam, a peculiar sight met his eyes. What appeared to be a Nintales, yet with fur of silver and flames of blue facing down the ice creature. Beneath the unnatural fear still eating at him, Anubis felt a sense of admiration. This Ninetales seemed noble and strong, a mon of principle and power. Who was this that even the wretched ice creature would flee?
 
Archie drew his scalchops, fear sending his heartbeat into overdrive. Not Again Never Again. The words echoed in his skull, his legs were rooted in place. Was he going to die? Was this how his time in Forlas would come to an end?

No. It was over before it even started. That strange Ninetales made another appearance, carrying the injured Shinx on his back, and drove the Saint away. But, what was he even doing here?

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Dustin grimaced, skidding to a halt as his body was ceased by an unnatural fear. His tail lashed this way and that, the fur standing on end, as he subconsciously moved closer to the Houndour. Then, a wall of fire, a silver Ninetales, and the dead horse bolted into the fog. Well, how about that, miracles did happen.

The Buizel took the lead, around the flames and back to their traveling companions. Koa seemed frazzled, but unhurt. And Archie…

“Still throwing yourself into danger at the slightest provocation, huh?” Dustin quipped. Archie had his Razor Shells summoned, his shells clenched in parallel death grips. The Dewott didn’t even seem to realize until he’d shot Dustin a confused – annoyed, even – look. Then he dismissed the blades and returned them to his sides.

“You have our thanks, Seir,” the Dewott said, addressing the Ninetales.
 
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