The Walls have Ears {Peach}

The giant brute of a dragon lifted his head, grey outlining some of his scales. He, like Mirun, had gotten older, but the dragon was aging faster. Mirun feared he would have to retire Mozart soon, but the dragon wouldn't be caught dead being put into retirement. He was Mirun's protector, his guard dog, and he would be damned if anyone tried to take that from him. Even Mirun. A familiar scent had filled his nose, making the dragon give a small growl, trying to stir Mirun from his light sleep. Nothing. Oh well, the Haxorus felt no true threat. He lowered his head again, watching the two come into the barn. Mozart would never show it, but he was overjoyed to see the Mawile again, his tail giving a small twitch. His eyes shifted over to Cyrus, sparing a glance before the dragon moved to offer enough room on the hay bail for the other Pokemon to rest on.


The voice made Mirun stir a bit. It sounded familiar, but not one he had heard in a long time. His eyes opened and stared at the stalls, the horses all munching away on their food as if nothing was going on. Then his gaze shifted, finally landing on the white haired man. Oh, hey, it was Cyrus. That was nice. He was about to fall back asleep before it hit him. It was Cyrus. He sat up fast, ignoring the hay that had stuck to his clothes, probably some in his hair even. Oh to hell with it, shampoo existed for a reason, right? His eyes were set on Cyrus, taking in the cane and his Pokemon before he stood up, anger boiling in his stomach. Yes, he was overjoyed to see Cyrus again, he really was. Nothing made Mirun happier than seeing the man alive and well, especially since they went without any contact for so long, but still. Too many times something like that had happened, and only this time did someone come back.


He opened his mouth as if to yell, before his shoulders slumped. No, he didn't have the energy. "You fucking jackass," he mumbled, moving to hug Cyrus tightly. "I have half a mind to through you to the hounds, you know." His body was shaking, his eyes stinging. He felt as if he was going to be sick. His stomach heaved at the sudden waves of emotions hitting him, making him slightly loopy, but by Dark Arceus was he happy. His fingers curled, almost digging into Cyrus's shirt. He would address the cane later, see if he could do anything to get rid of the horrid thing and get Cyrus back to normal, but for now, he wanted to enjoy the moment of finally having something back he thought he had lost. It was so hard to think you lost someone due to your own faults, and seeing Cyrus alive and well made Mirun's horrible past few months seem so much better.

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peach ; Cyrus, bby, what happened D:

Of course Mirun was angry, he was pissed, agitated, and annoyed beyond belief. He did have half a mind to throw Cyrus to the hounds, in fact, he had half a mind to tie him down in a pit of starving Houndoom and let them rip him to shreds while he watched. But the joy of seeing Cyrus back, seeing he was alive, and just knowing that he came back for him was enough to tone Mirun's rage down, just slightly. Slowly, he pried himself off Cyrus and tried to escape the other's embrace, glaring at him with intense hate, but also with the look of sympathy. Where had the man gone? What had he done? What happened to his Pokemon? The questions were tearing at Mirun's body, begging to be noticed and be answered, but only one question came from everything else, from everything he could say or do, only one thing really stuck in the blond's mind. "Who hurt you?" Yes, Mirun was possessive. Now that his lover was back, he wasn't going to let him out of his sights or the sights of his most trusted Pokemon. No one would touch Cyrus or even glance at him in the wrong way. No, this man was for Mirun only. And someone had hurt his possession. That was an act punishable by death in Mirun's book. He would be in the same place if one of his children were hurt, too.


One of the horses neighed, lifting up its lips to show its teeth, pawing at the ground of the stall. Was it time to work them already? Glancing back, Mirun gave the horse a glare, the Pokemon shaking the flaming mane and went quiet, shifting its weight  in anticipation to be saddled and ridden in the work pin. Turning back to Cyrus, Mirun felt pained that he had more work to do, but he was happy to see the man again. Kanashi should be done with the other Pokemon by now anyway, and so would William, they could work the horses and get them ready for the races. And if they lost Oh well, it wouldn't be that big of an impact in the money pool, but in reputation was another thing. Nothing he couldn't gain back, but still. He bent down and picked up the cane, holding it out for Cyrus to take back. "You and your Pokemon must be hungry. It's almost time for lunch anyway," he said, looking at Mozart.


The dragon had curled around his fairy queen, a tail draped around her while his eyes glared at the mutt that dared to glare at the one the dragon so fondly adored. Mozart seemed more than content to stay where he was, enjoying the company of the Mawile again, but he slowly moved, lifting his heavy head to eye Mirun, as if asking what they would be doing. If it was food, then he could easily kill one of the head Tauros and present it to his dear as a trophy of her return, but he had a feeling Mirun wouldn't be so happy about that. Especially this close to the cattle selling season. If anything, he needed some of the males round and fat so he could sell them for meat, and the others strong and in shape so he could sell them to bull riders and fighters. The females? Well, they did whatever they wanted to do. He needed them and at least one male to keep the herd going.

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peach ; ewe

Mercenaries, huh? Mirun took note to make a few calls to Fang to get the names of the people that were near Cyrus during that attack. The man should know, and if not, Mirun had other ways of finding out. Either way, he studied Cyrus, knowing that his knee must be bothering him. A sly smirk came to Mirun's face before it faded as quickly as it had come. Perhaps there were ways of punishing Cyrus for leaving without telling him. With a knee injury involved, that punishment got a lot clearer. He eyed the man curiously, moving forward just enough to give him a kiss. It wasn't passion filled or anything like that, but it was almost a 'welcome home' kiss. He pulled back, giving a sly smile before whistling, Mozart shifting his weight on the hay. "You can have both. Come on, as soon as we get to the facility, I'll make dinner and give you a little... present," he said, expecting Cyrus to keep up, even with that knee. Mirun, being the medical professional he was, knew that the worst thing for Cyrus was to push it, but hell, he would repair it in surgery in less than four hours. Plus, he could use it to his advantage for right now.


Mozart nuzzled Iris before he moved, leaving the hay to take to his feet. Shaking out the heavy armored scales, he followed Mirun, sniffing the air. He gave a roar to the distance, getting a howl in response. Sirius would tell Kanashi to come train the horses, which meant less things to worry about for Mirun. Waiting for Iris, the dragon followed at his own pace, taking a relaxing walk instead of bustling behind Mirun like usual. This season always made the dragon a little lazier than other times, unless something needed him to jump into action right away. Things would be fine, of course, they were just going from the barn to the facility. Then it would e lunch time, then nap time. It would be even better since he had the lovely Mawile with him as well. Still, Mozart was curious to see what Mirun had planned for Cyrus, He wasn't the kind to just forget and forgive, especially when something like this happened.


Mirun purposefully walked at a fast pace, holding the door to the hatchery open. The cool air came pouring out of the open door. It might be fall, but damn was it still hot. At least it would be cooling down soon. He yawned and went to a closet when everyone was in, messing around in the boxes before he pulled something out. Ah, yes, this would do nicely. He had removed the collar he once wore, and kept it off after Cyrus had been gone for about three weeks, but he would put it back on when he forgave the man. He walked over to his lover and clipped it on. "I'll get it engraved with my number later, in case you get lost again. That way you can be returned," he said, going to the kitchen after to make some lunch. Maybe he would add a leash.

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peach ; Be happy with that kiss, Cyrus ewe he might not give you another one for a while