Pax RP

Allright, I'm intrigued. XD

*Cp was snoring peacefully up in the nearest tree to the unknown furry creature. *

The wander's gaze locked on the slumbering pokemon. Really, a Pikachu managed to drift in by the Celestial Winds? Curious, he ambled over to Coolpikaaa with delightful intentions. Procuring a intricate blue cube from a side pocket, the weird contraptions materialized a loaf of bread in his now free hands.

"Hey there, want a piece?"

Snapping the slightly stale food in half, the generous hardman norn poked the offering to the stranger.

Up in the sky, Furnace the Dark Fire Dragon roared as he chased something through the air, something that looked like a cross between a lion and a an eagle-a Griffin. The Dragon was hungry, angry and irritable, and it was all this creatures fault.

"Hey there, want a piece?"

CP suddenly jerked awake, falling from his tree branch to sprawl in front of the Norn.

"Mughh...?" He moaned, blearily staring at the bread, and Norn behind it. "Are you a wizard..?"

The electric mouse asked, still dazed as he inspected the cube from the ground.

"A wizard? No, I'm a simple adventurer from the Dojo. Aren't you the talking Pikachu native there?" the norn questioned.

Rolling the item in his paws, he lifted it in the air. "This? It's something that came with me, along with a few other-!" Startled by the roar, the norn gazed up at the aerial chase in the sky.

The Dragon roared again, as he caught up to the Griffin, but as soon as he got close enough to snap at the half bird it turned sharply, narroly avoiding his fangs. But that certainly didn't stop him from pursuing the creature as it quickly descended towards the ground.

"Yeah, I'm from the Dojo. But I'm afraid I don't recognize you." Cp explained, his ears perking up at mention of his lost home. "What else you got?"

"Uh, food, random loot... mementos..." the norn's voice trailed off. This Dojoian must be half-asleep to not have heard the griffin slamming into the earth. Putting the cube aside, his other paw rested at the sword's hilt, unaware of the newcomer's intentions.

"Help, this crazy dragon is trying to kill me!" the griffin pleaded, apparently in such distress she'd ask for help from anyone.

The Dark Fire Dragon was down only moments after, stepping forwards menacingly with fury in his eyes and fangs on full display "I'll teach you to invade my home feather brain!" he growled.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Buddies, chill-lax," the norn flailed his paws in front. It was a slight relief they weren't targeting their wrath at him, yet that may change at drop of a scale/feather. "Couldn't we just sit back and apologize?"

"That's... err... Probably exactly what I would have said." CP mumbled, inspecting the two mythical creatures that seemed to have started a disagreement.

"Chill lax?" the Dragon growled at the Norn then the Pokemon in turn in a confused manner, not understanding why they were saying that to him. "Apologise?" the Griffin said in surprise, fluffing up her feathers indignantly "how humiliating! I'll never apologise to anyone!"

"And I wouldn't accept it even if you did!" Furnace seethed before taking a swipe at the beast that was backing into the two smaller creatures, not caring if he hit them too.

The blazing norn vaulted over the prideful griffin, intercepting Furnace's attack at the dull side of his sword. "EH!? Your guys' bickering is the cause of this! " He grunted under the sickening force. Fur standing on end, the green light around him vibrated, channeling itself through his small frame. Twisting the hilt, he shot high in the air. The winds around them churned as a mini tornado swallowed the creature.

"Hey guys... Let's..." CP began, before being forced to duck under a swiping dragon's claw. "Let's think of a diplo-"

The Norn vauled over him, attacking Furnace with a sword.

"Maybe we can just..."

A a whirlwind suddenly swirled over the dragon, and CP, becoming aware this wasn't going to work, stepped back to stay out of the brawl.

"I don't know what your stupid word .means!"The Dragon yelled, then dug his claws into the ground and folded his wings tightly onto his back before he went flying off. In a further rage at being attacked for expressing his own puzzlement, the Dragon breathed his fire right into the tornado that was trying to send him sailing.