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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 10:00 pm
Jaxith smiled his most devious smile, stalking silently between the trees, small sparks crackling between his long fangs. He had seen something particularly sweet and shiny passing through this part of the woods not moments before and had picked up the scent quickly. Mmm, smells like fresh meat, he thought to himself. It wasn't often that he found anything wandering around these parts, on the few occasions he managed to sneak away from his trainer. This one smelled strongly of smoke, so he could only assume it was a fellow Fire type. His keen senses and his dual Dark type gave him a distinct advantage in a forest lit only by starlight. Odor Sleuth allowed him to track his prey without fail, all of the way into a clearing. It was a Rapidash, by the looks of it. He watched her from the comfort of a high limb before calling out in a sing-song yet husky voice, "Who's that I see walkin' in these woods?" a phrase he had learned listening to his trainer's music that seemed to fit the mood perfectly.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2009 6:32 pm
Aya walked along the trees, feeling the caress of a warm breeze across her face. She was unperturbed, relaxed even, as she walked along a small path, simply enjoying the soft darkness of the night. Of course, she had all the light she needed, the flames on her neck and back providing a warm sphere of light around her body.
All was at peace...until a voice from above broke the silence. He, for it was most definitely a male voice, spoke using lyrics from a song she had heard only once before...the words tickling her memory. Her trainer had played this song once, before changing the channel to something else.
The fact that the owner of the mysterious voice kept to the shadows unnerved her. Anyone who hid among darkness was usually of dark character.
"Who's there?" she asked, spinning towards the sound. "Who are you? Come into the light, so I can see you! Otherwise, I won't tell you my name. Not that you're fit to know it anyways," she said with a smirk and a toss of her fiery mane.
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2009 8:17 pm
Jaxith chukled, allowing a puff of fire to escape his lips, a backlight to frame his formidable fangs. With a twist and a shuffle he was on the ground again, watching Aya from the shade of the tree he had been laying in. "Who I am is of little importance," he answered, stalking in a large circle around the clearing, always keeping to the shade, "And your name is not a concern of mine." He ran his claws over the bark of a tree as he passed, leaving four deep gouges in the trunk. His claws were sharp enough to cut through the tree with little difficulty, so he could only imagine that he could tear such a frail thing as this Rapidash to ribbons easily. He quickly found himself bored of this game and leaped into the clearing, letting the Rapidash take in every inch of him as he continued his slow stalking circle, his smile wide as ever. "You look absolutely... delicious."
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2009 8:24 pm
Her eyes flashed towards the puff of flame. Another fire type, eh? "You're wrong, then. If you don't care who we are, then why are you here?"
She frowned as he spoke again, unaffected by his attempt at being menacing.
"So, you're gonna hunt me, huh?"
A hint of uncertainty in her eyes, she said, "I'm sure I don't taste good at all, and besides, you don't want me. After all, I'm all hooves and bones."
"And while you're sitting there, trying to act all scary, I'm not frightened at all! You can't hurt me, because I'm faster than you." Aya glared at him. She couldn't show fear in front of him. She was a fire type, after all. She was tougher than that!
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2009 11:24 pm
"Well, you know..." he sat as he spoke, licking one clawed paw as he watched her, "If you gave me just a little nibble I could tell you whether or not you're right. That way, we both win. I get a tasty treat and you get to know whether or not you're tasty enough to whet my whistle." His tongue licked his lips continuously as he spoke, anticipating a meal he doubted he would get to taste. While his master was apt to let him out of his Pokeball at night to frolic as he pleased, he generally frowned upon him bringing home anything larger than a stray Skitty.
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