[You know what's kind of a terrifying sound to hear? A pissed off Tyranitar. The growling, roaring sound of a pissed off mini-t rex is probably enough to send most people running, and a chill going down the spines of people who don't. And amid the noise is a voice - the sound of a young girl, but strangely enough, she doesn't sound panicked???]
Ymir, calm down!
[Should you be brave to investigate this mess, you'll notice the stomping, pissed off form of the Tyranitar that's the source of the commotion. In front of it is a young girl, arms raised as she tries to get its attention, standing between it and.... an unconscious Ursaring? Holy shit that thing's going after another pokemon even though it's out?? It's vicious, it's rabid, it's--!]
Ymir, I'm fine! [And this brave, fearless, almost-two-feet-shorter girl hops up a little and bops the Tyranitar right on its nose! Instead of going berserk on this kid, though, the Tyranitar's snarls ebb a bit, and the girl hops again to grab its head, dragging it down to her eye-level.] See? I'm okay.
[Even as it continues to growl, she holds onto the Tyranitar's head, turning her own; on her cheek is a scratch, bleeding but not all that deep.]
It didn't hurt me. I'm okay now, I promise.
[Her voice is soothing now, as if trying to calm down a spooked horse instead of a pissed off dinosaur-esque monster. She even runs her hand along its spiky head, and by the time she's done, the thing is practically purring.]
There. Better now?
[... This girl must be a miracle worker. Do you want to approach...?]
Historia Reiss | Attack on Titan
Ymir, calm down!
[Should you be brave to investigate this mess, you'll notice the stomping, pissed off form of the Tyranitar that's the source of the commotion. In front of it is a young girl, arms raised as she tries to get its attention, standing between it and.... an unconscious Ursaring? Holy shit that thing's going after another pokemon even though it's out?? It's vicious, it's rabid, it's--!]
Ymir, I'm fine! [And this brave, fearless, almost-two-feet-shorter girl hops up a little and bops the Tyranitar right on its nose! Instead of going berserk on this kid, though, the Tyranitar's snarls ebb a bit, and the girl hops again to grab its head, dragging it down to her eye-level.] See? I'm okay.
[Even as it continues to growl, she holds onto the Tyranitar's head, turning her own; on her cheek is a scratch, bleeding but not all that deep.]
It didn't hurt me. I'm okay now, I promise.
[Her voice is soothing now, as if trying to calm down a spooked horse instead of a pissed off dinosaur-esque monster. She even runs her hand along its spiky head, and by the time she's done, the thing is practically purring.]
There. Better now?
[... This girl must be a miracle worker. Do you want to approach...?]