Thread: what doesn't kill you makes you stronger ( corybantic x inspirit )

Katarina's Charizard roared at the bright, wide-open sky. The latest new arrival was trying to find his way into the pecking order, and he was strong. He had already challenged and easily defeated several of the weaker Charizards, and it had been emboldened enough to think that he had the chops to take it straight to the top, the alpha. The position Katarina's Charizard had held for nearly a month now, having clawed and fought his way into the position. And had to hold it with power of tooth and claw. It had not been a position that had come naturally, or easily to Katarina's Charizard. His lived to fight, yes. But the constant challenges , the responsibility to keep his lessers in line, all the rigmarole that came with having to rule was a tendency that he had never developed evolving under the care of a trainer rather than in the wild with the ferals. Dodging a clumsy wing attack, he knew that this was not going to be his most difficult fight. The newcomer was slow, predictable. Next would come the flame burst. 3...2....1... Katarina's Charizard executed a lazy roll to the right, as the fire passed overhead. He feinted a return burst, but instead let loose with a simple but vicious slash. The newcomer was sent sprawling, scrambling to his feet, his tail swaying for balance, wings flapping impotently, unable to return to the air. Katarina's charizard hovered above him, his wings buffeting the smaller pokeboy, not allowing him to regain his composure. Run, little brother. Now is time to run. He landed next to the now cowed opponent. Rest and recover, and know better your strength for who to battle. You aim for the stars, which is admirable, but unless you understand your skills, you will let down your Trainer. Remember. Remember, he thought. It was months since he had looked upon his trainer. Felt her presence as he nestled in his cosy ultraball. The warmth of her regard had sustained him in his early stay, but he knew he had to prove himself for her, to be worthy of his return. The longer it took, the more he knew he had more to learn. But as the weeks stretched by he wondered. Had she forgotten? Was another her new Champion? What did he have to learn, to achieve for her to return to him, to favor him with her love? He had begun to assert himself among the brothers, pairing his natural gladiatorial combativeness, with a new need to crush his opponent. He began to seek fights far above his previous challenger level, and rose all the way. And now... the North Wind had returned, and faint on that wind was her voice. He felt the need and knew where his home lay, at the PokeCentre entrance of the reserve. She had returned. She called to him. He leaped into the air like an arrow, powerful wings propelling him to breakneck speeds back. Home. to Her. He aligted on the landing pad next to the building and allowed his wings to fold against his body. Dark eyes tightened with concern as to what would greet him as he approached. He had been as a king for weeks, and now his trainer called to him, and he answered...gladly? he always had before. But now, he was not so sure. He held his breath as he stepped over the threshold.