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Ice beam and Flamethrower:
Yuki perched on the cliff of the gorge, pondering the events of each day. Yuki never had been too outgoing or friendly, but others were naturally drawn to him. Mist swirled around his feet, drying the grass. "Yukio?" A small voice called out. He peered up from his wings to spot the newest addition to the team. She yelped out as the frost bitten grass spiked the delicate scales on her feet. With one mighty fan of his wings, the bitter cold frost gathering disappeared, "My apologies." "So this is the gorge, huh?" The Dragonite peered over the ledge into the black depths of the gorge, "I don't really know my way around that good yet... Yukio?" "Yuki is fine." "Erm... Yuki... Could you show me around some time?" "No." He said shortly before turning away. Hawthorne frowned and went quiet. The hybrid's bitter attitude was rather a surprise to the naive Pokemon, "Oh... I'm sorry..." He continued to stare forward blankly, "Why have you come?" "-Oh, I just wanted to say-" "No." Freezing cold clung to the air, "Why do you dare show your face at this ranch after you injured one of ours?" Hawthorne stepped back, eyes widening, "W-what?" Yuki looked over his shoulder, his calm voice sending chills down her spine, "Get out of here, don't come back." "But...this is my new home!" The small Dragonite responded, rubbing her chained arm gingerly. Yukio turned to fully face her. He fanned out his wings threateningly, "Leave. Dragon." Hawthorne didn't budge- mostly because she was shaking so much. Yukio's beak stretched wide as frost began to gather. Hawthorne shrunk in fear as a beam of ice shot from Yuki's beak and at her throat. "Dragon's are weak to ice, aren't they?" Yuki said, watching the ice grow. Hawthorne cried out as she struggled to remove the ice, which only resulted in making it worse. Hawthorne frantically began to attempt heating herself up, smoke curling out of her nostrils. Her throat scales began to glow red hot as the smoke grew thicker. Steam erupted from the melting ice and water dribbled to the ground. The pink dragon's mouth erupted with flames and she used flamethrower, hitting the bird Pokemon. "Hm, smart move, but I am a fire type as well. Seeing that you melted the ice fast enough, you were not so greatly harmed as I would have suspected." Yukio took off in flight, disappearing into the gorge in mere seconds..
Word count: 412 (4 exp to Hawthorne and Yukio)
Yukio listened intently to the pattering rain. He leered down from his den to see others running to the shelter of their own dens. Again, Yuki shot another bolt of thunder to the ground. Nestled in, his flame flicked lazily back and forth, showing his content. The few raindrops that dared to enter were frozen into small droplets. "Quite an interesting morning it has been, hasn't it?" A voice spoke behind him. Yukio glanced to the back of his den to see only shadows. "Ah, it's you again." He seemed satisfied with what he saw and turned back to the grey sky, "It's been a while since we have talked." "You have learned a new move since I last saw you, thunderbolt, isn't it?" "Yes. I learned it from Hawthorne." The shadow figure spoke again, "That dreadful dragon that hurt your family? Bah!" "She is an acceptable teammate." Yuki rotated and faced his shadow, "Goodbye, friend." Yuki's eyesight became enveloped by darkness as he was roused awake. "Hmm," Yuki grumbled, seeing it still rained outside. To pass the time, he struck down small and harmless thunderbolts in his den. The heat resulting from them brought a strange comfort to his heart and soul. Perhaps it was because it chased away the shadows of his lonely cave. He heard a soft scuffling at the back of his den. His eyes searched until he noticed a large egg in the corner. "Hm." He stretched his neck out elegantly and rolled the egg to his side. He could already sense the child. A female. The aura around it was one of peace. His feathers glowed faintly and wavered with heat as he incubated the egg. Yuki would often rotate it to warm every side. Yuki's special fire he used on rare occasions wrapped around the egg, making a thick layer that wavered around the egg. The egg branched off into cracks and started to break off in chunks. "Hm, must have been very close already." A small hatchling cheeped and fell out of the egg in a slimy blob. He sighed and flew from his den. He landed at the mouth of Sugar's den and peered in, "Sugar. Come on." He said in an irritated tone and picked up the hybrid by the tail. The cyndaquil cherubi hybrid grumbled groggily as she was flown to Yuki's den and dropped onto the cold stone floor. "...What the heck Yu- is that a-" "yes. You know how to help with this, right?" Sugar nodded and plucked one of the berries from her back, "This berry should help. Yuki, use your flame and see if you can find anything wrong, make sure to hear it up." Sugar fed the berry to the bulging-eyed moltres chick and it started to convulse. Yuki's eyes, for once, held a sense of worry, "she's weak for her kind, weak bones. She may not be able to fly if her bones don't become stronger." "I'll have to find some berries to help with that," Sugar murmured as she finished drying the chick, "...Is this your hatchling?" Yuki nodded solemnly, "Yes."
Word count: 519 (5 exp to Yuki)