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Post by FANG SOUNDERA on Apr 17, 2011 14:32:39 GMT -5
Sakura Forest was world-renowned for the beautiful trees that formed it. Unlike typical forests, filled with towering oaks and redwoods, this forest was made up entirely of bright, pink and white Sakura trees. The only green about came from the lush grass ground and occasional bush, or stem of a brightly colored flower. It was astounding, really. But the beauty was not what Fang liked best about it. It was the quiet silence that he enjoyed. The relaxing aura of the place that infected one's body and mind, and spread throughout, calming them from the inside out. For one who found meditation a preferable pastime, it was one of the best places to be.
Mitya, Fang's oversized Growlithe, walked quietly beside him. His padded footsteps fell without a sound upon the soft dirt path beneath them. His head swayed gently from side to side, taking in different sights from different angles. Several times he spotted pokemon, but although the urge to chase them rose up within' him, he remained where he was at Fang's side. He would not react without command, although the desire to meet these new and exciting beings nearly overwhelmed him.
Fang was well aware of his partner's desire to interact. He too had spotted several of the pokemon, ranging from Bidoofs to Seedots. But he was not interested in them. He would not stop unless his eye caught that of a pokemon worth catching. For now was not the time for battling for strength and experience. No, he was purposefully out on the hunt for someone new to add to his team.
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Post by GUEST on Apr 17, 2011 17:13:50 GMT -5
There was this Pokemon that every night dreamed of Twinkies and it had only eaten one in its entire life. Could you imagine such a horrible fate, to be a Pokemon that loved something so much but could only experience once your life. That is how this Taillow felt, it felt like it had no place in this world. Because of its love for the only one-eaten Twinkies. This was a depressed Pokemon, a Pokemon that flew around hoping to one day encounter another Twinkie. However, thus far it hadn't.
Perhaps such a sad story would have some sort of happy ending? Wait a minute, this isn't some sort of movie. This Taillow would never encounter another Twinkie, but wait. There was a human below him, perhaps this man had the sacred Twinkie of all amazingness. Taillow redirected itself with amazing speed and drifted down to Fang. Tailow, not doing the smartest thing ever, landed in front of Fang. The Pokemon was curious as to what the man was doing. Taillow called out curiously, "Tail-low...??"
Perhaps this would an interesting chapter in the Twinkie Chronicles
 Name: Taillow Gender: Male Level: 7 Ability: Guts Moves: Growl, Peck, Focus Energy |
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Post by FANG SOUNDERA on Apr 17, 2011 18:37:35 GMT -5
((Lmao!! That made my day, thank you, haha.)) Fang came to an abrupt halt, his emerald green eyes staring in uncertain confusion at the little bird pokemon before him. A Taillow, if he was not mistaken, and a very forward one at that. Of all the pokemon that the male had encountered, he'd never found one so openly bold as the little bird. Of course, he didn't realize that he was mistaking the Taillow's confidence and strength for stupidity and a strong, irresistible longing for a Twinky.
Unfortunately for the pokemon, Fang had no twinkies. He didn't eat a lot of junk. Really, he didn't eat much in general. What he did do a lot of was battling and training, as well as catching pokemon, which was his primary goal for the day. As such, it was bad luck for the flying-type that it had chosen to act on its curiosity and investigate the trainer, as he wasted no further time in initiating a battle.
"Mitya."
Fang's voice drew the fire-type's attention, and the orange pokemon's ears perked at the sound, his entire demeanor quickly changing. His typical playful atmosphere immediately hardened as his stance widened, his tail dropped casually back behind him, and his lolling tongue retracted behind sharp fangs. His emerald gaze narrowed and locked instantly on his target. His muscles tightened and coiled, visibly flexing beneath his taught skin. He was clearly prepared for battle, and in full implementation of his Intimidate ability.
"Ember."
The Growlithe responded immediately, his jaws parting to release a spray of small spurts of fire at the other pokemon.
EXP: 186+676 = 782/2,250 |
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Post by GUEST on Apr 17, 2011 19:30:05 GMT -5
Wait a minute. The person was talking, this was a good sign. Maybe it would give the tiny Pokemon what it wanted! Or not... Taillow was getting excited as it was talking, because speaking could be truthful and nice. But Taillow realized that this trainer was actually being nice.. well, the first sign was the overgrown Growlithe launching flames at it. Well, in all actuality, that was the only sign. The flames hit the Taillow head on, making it drop to the ground on fire. Luckily, the Taillow rolled like you are supposed to, and some sort of magic allowed Taillow not to be effected with burn.
Taillow then stood up, ready to battle. Sort of. Taillow really wasn't ready at all, but now it at least knew that this was going to be some sort of battle whether Taillow wanted it to be or not. Taillow flapped its wings, propelling itself into the air. Taillow charged at the fire Pokemon and attempted to peck it on the back. Whatever that was supposed to do.
(Slightly distracted)
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Post by FANG SOUNDERA on Apr 18, 2011 12:46:06 GMT -5
The Ember attack fully connected, nearly entirely engulfing the tiny bird in flames as it lit fire. Fang had been aware that such an attack would be powerful against their smaller opponent, although not super-effective. The flying-type responded by rolling about on the ground in a successful attempt to put out the flames. It looked rather ridiculous in Fang's opinion, and he was left momentarily debating if he actually wanted this silly creature or not. Even now, he half-expected it to leap up, run away, and straight into a tree or something. Perhaps it was just his imagination, but the pokemon did seem the type.
At last it regained itself, and launched into the air. There it goes. The thought passed casually through the male's mind, before to his surprise, the Taillow changed directions, and dove back down toward Mitya. A slight show of impression became evident in the trainer's face, as he truly had expected it to turn tail and get the hell out of there. After all, regardless of the fact that Mitya's attacks would not be super-effective against it type-wise, it just seemed pure logic that there was no way the tiny bird could win against the much more massive canine.
As if the prove his point, the Taillow launched a Peck attack, which connected several times with his Growlithe's back. However, the fire-type appeared much more annoyed than in pain, squirming about in response to the attack as if someone were continually pinching him no matter which way he went.
Fang sighed quietly, as inside he quickly debated how best to go about ending this battle. It wouldn't take long, that much was evident, but he didn't want to seriously injure his new addition to the team. However, after mentally going through the list of Growlithe's attack, it seemed that he wouldn't be left with much of a choice. Biting it would break it in half, it seemed, and Flamethrower would roast it through and through. Roar was pointless, considering he wanted the pokemon to stay, not flee in flight. That left only Ember again.
"Mitya, Ember. Aim ahead." He instructed a second time. He knew that aiming directly at a flying object would result in the attack passing behind the target.
The fire-type responded, instantly swiveling about to face the direction of the Taillow. He released another spray of red fire spurts, directed just in front of the Taillow in hopes that he would meet the flames there as he flew.
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Post by GUEST on Apr 18, 2011 16:26:58 GMT -5
Taillow was quite proud of itself for successfuly landing a hit on the enemy Pokemon. However, Taillow realized that the series of attacks that the Taillow had just executed hadn't really done much at all, in fact it seemed to just annoy the large pokemon. But Taillow wasn't going to give up just yet, it had to prove its point to this enemy. Which, actually really wasn't a point at all. As Taillow was flying round the area of Growlithe. Then more flames were propelled at the tiny Bird Pokemon. But Taillow had an idea. Taillow manuevered to the right at a very quick speed, somehow managing to dodge most of the attack. However a few of the little flame plumes had caught on Taillow's left wing.
Taillow's wing this time actually caught on fire, but it slowly faded. However it left the burning sensation on his arm, which would end up doing damage over increased periods of time. For some odd reason the Taillow had this idea to use Focus Energy, which would simply focus its energy. Why this Pokemon thought it would be a good idea, no one knows. The Taillow landed on the ground, which wasn't all that smart since it made the Pokemon an obvious target, and then began focusing its energy. This would raise the chance of a critical hit towards an enemy, but more than likely wouldn't help Taillow that much in this particular battle.
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Post by FANG SOUNDERA on Apr 18, 2011 17:18:08 GMT -5
Well, it was quick. Fang could give it that, he supposed... The male snorted quietly at the thought, finding it somewhat ridiculous that that was the only positive battle quality he could attribute to the tiny pokemon. The trainer really was an elitist, which was, to put it simply, bad news for the little Taillow. What it boiled down to was that he would either simply win this battle - and none to kindly at that - or he would capture the bird pokemon, and do something about it's lack of battle skills, which meant a lot of hard, intense, tough training.
The Ember attack clearly still managed to connect, as the flying-type's left wing burst into flames, before sizzling out. That was a successful attack, even if it did not end the battle, for it meant most likely that the Taillow would have a more difficult time flying due to the pain, and also be less capable of such dynamic and agile aerial maneuvers as it had displayed a moment ago.
Mitya turned immediately to face his opponent as the Taillow landed not far away, his green eyes locked and focused on the target. He did not advance however, instead waiting patient for Fang's command, which still did not come.
Said trainer was debating what to do next. He couldn't tell what the little Taillow was up to, though surely it couldn't be anything too special. It seemed to be concentrating, to be focusing. Perhaps it was powering up? Whether it was attempting to benefit its offense or defense however was lost in the male, as was the significance of the power up. What use could it be?
"Charge it, Mitya." The order came at last. Whatever the small pokemon was up to, Fang was intent on disturbing it's concentration, before it had a chance to use whatever attack may or may not be benefited by the power up, "Use Ember again."
The Growlithe instantly shot forward upon command, his speed frightening for something of his size. He quickly closed the distance between himself and the Taillow, his jaws opening wide to release a third Ember attack. However, as he attacked, he did not stop running. He was intent on plowing right into the little bird pokemon, if it did not move in time.
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Post by GUEST on Apr 20, 2011 14:25:20 GMT -5
Taillow really hadn't thought through any of the moves it had done up to this point, and it was really coming back to haunt the Taillow, and so soon! Taillow then saw the Pokemon charging at it again. It really couldn't fly away like it was no problem, that was simply not an option in this situation. Taillow's wing was burnt, and pretty bad. And lets face it, waddling out of the way is just a sort of stupid idea in general. It wasn't going to happen at all. Taillow was a winged monster, so flying was its main way of moving.
With only one wing it would be hard to control its moving at all. Taillow knew that realistically, it had no chance in the wild anymore. Fighting back would be useless for if it did win it would have to survive in the wild with one wing. Honestly, getting captured by this enemy was looking pretty good right now. Taillow looked forward into the oncoming flames and covered raised its right wing in front of itself to block the flames from hitting the Pokemon square in the face. However the move still did a bit of damage to Taillow. Taillow thought that perhaps Fang would be more urged to catch him if he showed a bit more fighting spirit. So he couldn't give in , he had to try to prove to Fang that he wasn't some sort of loser.
Taillow began working off his theory by waddling over to the side, flapping its singular working wing widely. It managed to avoid getting plowed by the larger Pokemon but honestly that didn't really matter. While the Pokemon was still close Taillow put in all of his effort into trying to Peck at the enemy Pokemon's legs, using its only wing to try to give it a little momentum.
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Post by FANG SOUNDERA on Apr 22, 2011 13:35:49 GMT -5
This battle was over. If Fang were more merciful, and less set on harsh training and overall perfection, he would have just left the Taillow be at this point. He wasn't going to capture it. It was weak, and he had no need for such pokemon as that. It was coming to the point where if this next attack didn't finish it, the trainer planned on sealing the Taillow's fate with a Flamethrower or Bite attack. Who knew if it'd survive, but Fang really couldn't care less.
Honestly, the male expected it to just roll over and give up. It had to know that it couldn't win, that this was pointless. Mitya had won, it was evident, so why continue trying to fight? To Fang, this Taillow didn't seem the type to keep fighting, to keep trying. Surely it would just take the Ember attack and get plowed over by the great beast charging at it. He doubted it had the inner strength to force itself to move, or to-- The male's eyes narrowed, his brow furrowing. The little bird had just blocked the Ember attack with it's wing.
Now it was moving out of the way. Mitya flew right past, immediately coming to a halt and flipping back around to face his opponent. But he wasn't where the fire-type had expected him to be. No, he'd advanced forward, propelled by his one useful wing, and lunged forward for a Peck attack. It connected, unluckily for Mitya, with a part of his leg where the muscle was thin, near his ankle, and thereby the other pokemon's beak connected with bone, sending a sharp, tingling pain up the larger pokemon's leg.
A snarl reverberated harshly in Mitya's throat as it drew up it's injured paw. It wasn't a real injury, but the type that stunned for a moment, although it felt like forever, and ached and pinched with severe pain.
Fang stared in utter amazement, the first emotion to show on his expression since this battle began. It took him a moment to regain himself, and when he did, he found that he was very impressed with the Taillow's fighting spirit, and desire to keep trying, although he was evidently outmatched, and had clearly already lost. Perhaps he wasn't weak after all. Perhaps he could be of use. His evolution was much larger and more powerful, after all. Perhaps he just needed some raising and training, and in time he would become much, much more powerful.
"Alright," He murmured, more to himself than anyone, "Let's give this a try." He didn't want to injure the pokemon any further, as it seemed as though he would now be one of his own. As such, he ventured to see if it was weak enough to be captured. His hand slipped quickly down to his belt, where he secured a pokeball. Drawing back his arm, he tossed it forward toward the Taillow in an attempt to capture it.
He certainly had not begun this battle intending to capture the Taillow. Sure, he hadn't been set against not doing so as he had a moment ago, but he was pretty sure that this tiny bird could never be of use to him and his team. He was, after all, looking for powerful pokemon who he could use to win battles, and of whom could withstand his harsh and intense training. Pokemon like his muscular, powerful Growlithe, or his quick and agile Umbreon. Pokemon like that, not like this tiny little thing. But he was also looking for pokemon of strength and determination, and perhaps that was what he had found here. It was worth finding out, in his mind.
651 + 1,622 = 2,273/2,250
Mitya gained a level! Mitya is now level 10.
Leftover: 23/2,750
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Post by GUEST on Apr 23, 2011 18:24:23 GMT -5
Taillow had tried hard, and it had done everything in its little power to get itself in the position it was about to be in. Well, initially it had a different objective but when it changed objectives (due to getting, quite frankly, destroyed) it now had an objective that could actually be fullfilled. It was a longshot, but the Taillow had gotten its goal. The Taillow realized once again that the peck it used did very little damage, but perhaps a little more than it had done in the first Peck which was virtually useless. However, somehow the very miniature brain of the Taillow had pulled off this little trick of SEEMING to have tons of fighting spirit.
What the Taillow didn't realize that by fooling the enemy into thinking it had Fighting Spirit, Taillow lead itself into having a sense of spirit. Perhaps it all would turn out okay and not just be some joke? Perhaps this little lover of the famous treat would turn out to be the next Terminator? (Highly unlikely, but whatever) The Taillow saw the Pokeball heading straight towards it... and smiled. How many Pokemon out of 100 actually smile when a Pokeball is heading straight towards them? Probably not many. The Pokeball engulfed the Pokemon in light and it was absorbed into it. After a few short moments where the Pokeball rocked, it set of a ding. Signifying the capture of this Pokemon.
Name: Taillow Gender: Male Level: 7 Ability: Guts Moves: Growl, Peck, Focus Energy Personality: This little Taillow loves Twinkies and all things that are similar in taste, shape, or form! |
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Post by FANG SOUNDERA on Apr 27, 2011 12:45:07 GMT -5
Fang watched as the ball struck the wounded pokemon, and drew it inside, sealing closed. It was but a short moment before it went dark, signifying that it had been captured. Not even the slightest of smiles crossed the male's lips as he approached, slipping one hand casually into the pocket of his jeans as he reached down to pick up the pokeball, "Hopefully you were worth this." He muttered, more to himself than to the Taillow.
He turned to Mitya, eying the dog-like pokemon as it licked its wounded leg. The pain had subsided for the most part now, and it would be sore and bruised for a day or two, but fine soon enough, "Let's go Mitya." He started past the pokemon, and continued back on his way. ((Thanks Guest! =) )) |
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