Drampa, as pokemon, are known for being gentle and kind. Ginta is no exception; he's lived for years on his mountain in the temple
that the humans he'd helped in the villages at the mountain's base built for him. He regularly descends from his mountaintop home
to socialise with the denizens living below and is seen as a sort of guardian for the villages on and around his mountain, which is
a title he wears with pride. The thing that Ginta liked the most, though, was helping others. His temple was not only his home,
but also a sanctuary for the sick, wounded, and otherwise downtrodden.
One of the first incidences of his taking in of "strays" had him helping a badly sick and malnourished Jangmo-o. He made it clear
that
the small creature was permitted to stay as long as he wanted, but after only a couple of months, the smaller dragon gathered up
his things and headed off, leaving only a note of thanks in his wake. Ginta thought little of it, but his saving that creature
would come to forever impact his life...
Ginta was well-known for his gentle nature and had often times been entrusted to care for his village-wards' sick and
recently-orphaned children until a time was suitable for them to find a new home; there was something about him comforting that
helped to
soothe their suffering. The most noteable case of this was a young girl, Janise, whose parents-- now-deceased trainers-- had been
unexpectedly killed being placed in his care. Most orphans were crying wrecks after receiving news of the death of their parents,
but this girl seemed to be holding all of her feelings inside. It was obvious she was hurting, but not once had she shed tears; it
was as if she was refusing to grieve. Ginta wasn't sure how to help her, but he knew that she couldn't go on as she was.
It wasn't until he lingered by her door one night that he heard her quietly keening into her pillows. Immediately, he felt guilty
for not having realised she'd probably feel the worst at night when she was alone with her thoughts, that she would try to hide her
pain. With a soft knock on the door, he called to her softly and she quieted down almost immediately. He called to Janise again and
told her he was going to come in. After a few more seconds of listening closely, he heard her shifting under her blankets and
quietly sniffling.
He entered her room and settled himself down on the floor beside her bed, reaching his hand out to her and offering the only thing
he could: a warm presence in a time when she felt frozen and alone. There was a pause, the girl just looked at him as she was
trying so hard not to feel her pain in front of him. He wasn't sure if it was because he was so large or because she simply
didn't want to show her true feelings in front of anybody, but eventually, the flood gates broke. Tears spilled down her cheeks and
she lunged for him, falling right into his lap and sobbing into his torso. With consoling touch, Ginta spoke soft reassurances to
the broken girl. After that, the two were inseparable; wherever Ginta went, she would go also.
He had loved before, but the feeling was always so much less personal than the love he found with this girl. He would give anything
to keep her safe. They both treasured one another; all of the villagers they helped together after could see that. Years passed and
their relationship dynamic never changed; he was like a god to her. There was no way he could possibly do wrong.
It was nearing the girl's nineth birthday when a rogue trainer and
Kommo-O approached Ginta with a proposition. The trainer forcefully suggested that
Ginta leave his mountain and abandon all of these people and dedicate himself to the trainer's cause... Ginta didn't even bother to
consider it before declining Rouand's offer. Of course he couldn't leave; his livelihood was here-- his Janise was
here. After a bit more pressing met with swift declination, Rouand angrily left with the Kommo-O in tow.
Janise's birthday came and went. Ginta celebrated with her as he usually did with the village of her birth along with smaller
celebrations at some of the surrounding villages. It was a long day and a long night of celebrating, so by the time he managed to
tuck her into bed, it was much later than both of their usual sleeping times. Ginta was asleep shortly after. It had been a while
since he had slept so deeply, but the work preparing for her celebrations and the energy exerted participating in all of them
really wore him out. He never noticed the quiet sound of a Kommo-O sneaking in through one of the large windows, nor did he notice
Janise being lifted from her bed and pulled away from him. It wasn't until Janise herself woke, realising she was not in her
guardian's safe arms that she screamed and Ginta woke, disoriented, to see the Kommo-O jumping out of the window with a struggling
and fearful Janise in his arms.
Rage was the only thing he felt. If that monster harmed even a hair on her head, Ginta wasn't sure what he would do. As
quickly as he could manage, he was on his feet and leaping out the window after the bastard that dare touch his human. What
waited for him outside was a terrified girl, an uncomfortable looking Kommo-O and a smug Rouand ready to offer his proposition again.
Ginta would join them, or the girl would die.
It was the first time in his life that Ginta had ever felt trapped. Obviously this trainer was not somebody with whom any Drampa
would like to socialise-- anybody that would threaten the life of an innocent child was not somebody that Ginta wanted to know. But
at the same time, how could he refuse when Janise was in danger? He looked at her, feeling his chest tighten with anxiety. The
seconds he spent thinking dragged on, feeling like hours. Rouand was not a patient man. He spoke the Kommo-O's name and Ginta's eyes
lit up with recognition just in time for Zenzu to grip Janise's throat and hoist her into the air. The choked sound that came from
her as she kicked her legs caused his blood to boil. Rouand asked again, distaste evident on his face at Ginta's hesitation.
He had no choice. She was hurting and it was his job to protect her. He hurriedly and beggingly conceded. He would do
whatever Rouand wanted if he would, please, gods, just not hurt Janise. A mere man brought Ginta to his knees so easily. The Drampa
thought he had said the right thing. Surely if he agreed to go, his human would be spared, yes? Meanwhile Rouand-- whose ideology
was "survival of the fittest; weakness is death"-- was disgusted that such a powerful beast was so
easily thwarted. He didn't want something so weak on his team. Disgust showed plainly on his expression and he jerked his head to
the side. Ginta was relieved, thinking that Janise would be freed until...
Snap...
Ginta could only watch as Zenzu, the Jangmo-o he had sheltered many years ago, snapped the neck of the only thing the Drampa had
ever held so dear.
