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Pleh! A half eaten wad of cloth flew across the room as Tyrunt cawed at the heavily locked gate. His head smashed against the reinforced steel as the Pokémon attempted to break through.
“You were the one who snatched up my cape, Tyrunt. You can’t be mad because you got what you wanted.”
Untrue! Tyrunt could be mad at anything if he wanted to be mad at it! Even at his captor, who so cruelly allowed his cape to be snatched up in the first place. After all, who leaves a tempting morsel around like that?
Tyrunt screeched as he headbutted the gate again. Stupid gate. What kind of jungle was this? It was nothing like he remembered from before: cushioned walls that Tyrunt bounced off of when he was in a rage, soft floors that felt nice when Tyrunt rolled around kicking and screaming…
“Are you going to behave?” the captor pressed, staring right at Tyrunt. “Because I can do this all night, little one.”
Nuh uh. Tyrunt could go every night and then some. He was the biggest and strongest. Captor was nothing but a meanie and a bully. However, his stomach growled and Tyrunt plopped in front of the gate as his cawing turned into some pathetic whining.
However, the whining served to only increase the captor’s hard discipline. He stared at the small dinosaur until Tyrunt’s whining turned into tiny whimpers and blubbers.
“That’s better, Tyrunt,” he said. “Here’s dinner. Say thank you.”
Dumb. Princes do not say “thank you”. Princes take things they want. “Thank you” was for the peasants. But judging by his captor’s expectant look, Tyrunt floundered as a muffled grunt escaped him. In moments, it was all forgotten as Tyrunt devoured his meal.
Out of the corner of the Pokémon's eye, however, he could spot a winged creature receiving a similar meal. Tyrunt knew this other beast — one called Aerodactyl — and became acquainted with this specific one when the winged Pokémon teased him from the other side of the gate. As much as Tyrunt was furious, he could not get through and teach this Pokémon a lesson!
Cue the tantrum.
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Lance sighed as his new Tyrunt was tearing across the playpen. He thought he had seen it all with a dragon — selfish, cruel, manipulative — but this one took it to another level. Only a few weeks and Tyrunt made some progress, but not enough to be free.
Bad enough Lance had to reinforce everything with steel and banded leather so Tyrunt’s playpen wasn't completely shredded. Not that it wasn't already buckling under the pressure...
As he knew with any other dragon, the best thing to do was to not give in and let the tantrum run its course. Aerodactyl was similar when he was first hatched and it all seemed to work out, didn't it?
Crack! Lance’s hair stood up a little as he spotted the playpen’s hinges becoming twisted. In moments, that little spoiled brat would be free to run around his house and cause a ruckus. Aerodactyl fluttered his wings behind Lance as he was excited to see the new meat sow chaos.
“Don’t make this worse,” Lance scolded his winged companion before he strode over to the playpen. In moments, he carefully scooped up Tyrunt and avoided the Pokémon's nasty bites with expert finesse.
This should work… at least until Lance could fix the gate. Even for tantrum-throwing little dinosaurs, a good rock to sleep after feeding was all they needed sometimes.
Tyrunt struggled and wiggled in his trainer’s arms, desperate to escape. However, Lance’s shushing and humming began to lull the little prince into a deep slumber and in seconds, Tyrunt was fast asleep.
Lance couldn’t help but think that it wasn’t so bad when Tyrunt was asleep. If only he could direct his tantrums in battle, not directly at his face…
As he placed the little Pokemon back into its nest, he felt Tyrunt kick.
Wonder what the spoiled dinosaur was dreaming about?
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All hail Tyrunt! All hail Tyrunt!
Tyrunt chuckled deviously as he locked his captor behind the dreaded gate.
THAT’S FOR MAKING ME SAY THANK YOU!!!