be alone ; catching

[attr="class","pv0"]cilalic:

[attr="class","pv00"]Nothing good will come from his Poochyena running about like it is. History states that it’s the worst possible thing for the overactive canine to do, especially in places where people or creatures can narrow in on it. He’s not cut out for training this type of Pokemon, nor if he capable of running off to fetch the dog with this egg. With his luck, if he even tried, the egg would end up smashed and his Poochyena all the way back in Littleroot; then he’d have to hear Evan yelling at him for months. He slung the strap of his bad over his shoulder until the edges of the fabric hit his neck, rolling it back to hear a dulled snap before continuing onward. For the second he had taken his eyes of the distinctive dark blur moving about the grass he had now lost it. He narrowed his eyes, scanning his left than right to find something that could hint at her location.

She wasn’t too far from her trainer. Her ears could hear his steps, hear when he paused to look before going off again -- and it was because of that (and other things) that she didn’t return back to his side. He was fine and this independence was too good to give up. She should be more cautious, her instincts tell her so while she darts down the path, but she’s too young for that; inexperienced in what can go wrong. Her sense of smell catches the scent of a Pokemon, mixed with those that came before, and she ignores the message shooting to her brain.

There’s a quick yip of surprise, the feeling of something clinging to her body as her feet skid to a stop, shaking herself in an attempt to brush off the seeds now latched at her side. Her tongue brushes against her teeth as she catches sight of the Shelmet, baring them before letting out a howl. The sound echos, her head lowers and she pushes off her hind legs towards the Shelmet with a tackle.

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006 - RUNAWAY - DARK
TACKLE • HOWL • PLAY ROUGH

POOCHYENA WAS HIT WITH LEECH SEED!!
POOCHYENA USED HOWL!
POOCHYENA USED TACKLE!

HEALTH: (HEALTHY)

[attr="class","pv0"]cilalic:

[attr="class","pv00"]She can feel the seeds still clinging to her fur, burring into it before latching to her skin; and it’s irritating. This foreign object and feeling makes her skin crawl, lessens her excitement and drive just to run and has her constantly shaking to free herself from the seeds. There’s a momentary lapse of judgment after her tackle hits, has her mind simply running to the fact that something is still on her. Something is making her feel strange; and that something needs to get off of her now. There’s a small whine that leaves her maw, her head reeling back to nip at the air and fur where that feeling is coming from; but there’s no luck. It’s still there, still pinching at her – and she growls.

The howl done – the echo that resonates the area – it’s all enough for Noah to track down his starter, his footing quickening for a moment when the sounds calm. Having another situation like the cave exploration would be the last thing he’d need right now. There’s no point in calling out to the Poochyena (knowing, even if he had, she wouldn’t respond back). Instead he keeps moving forward, slinging the strap against his shoulder every few steps to position the weight of the egg correctly. When he catches sight of the fur of the Pokemon his footing slows, eases until he can just see what is happening.

A single scoff; he isn’t surprised his starters actions caught the attention of something living in the route. He’d have been more surprised if it hadn’t. His eyes watch the Shelmet recoil back, still with its eyes locked on the canine, and spew out its acid. Maybe if he was a better trainer he’d call out to his starter, maybe if she didn’t have a tendency to run off like she does he’d have warned her; or maybe if his way of training wasn’t like this he would have done it. She’s going to have to learn, he thinks. She should know this by now.

She yips when the acid hits her, stumbles backwards with wobbling legs and a stiff shake of her pelt. It’s a liquid that burns at the touch, one that drips down her fur and against the grass around her when she shakes again. Her eyes narrow on the Shelmet, slowly pacing forward towards the Pokemon with her head lowered. The few strands against her shoulder blades rise, the others pinned down by the remaining toxin clinging to her fur. Another howl, another boost – and she goes forward; another tackle aiming to slam into the bug type.

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006 - RUNAWAY - DARK
TACKLE • HOWL • PLAY ROUGH

POOCHYENA WAS HIT WITH ACID!!
POOCHYENA USED HOWL!
POOCHYENA USED TACKLE!

HEALTH: (HEALTHY)


i'm at work but really it's slower than shit. 8I

[attr="class","pv0"]cilalic:

[attr="class","pv00"]She doesn’t realize her victory when it happens. The impact of her body against the smaller bug type has her recoiling back against her hind legs, scratching the surface of the ground with her nails as she shakes her pelt once more. It’s the sensation of the move that causes her to shift in place, only to feel that burning substance still clinging to the strands of her fur. The seeds had lost their life, dropping off of her every which way when she shakes, but the liquid is something else entirely. She lets a low growl vibrate her throat, nipping at the air with her jaws before whining in annoyance. There’s something about having anything on her -- any foreign substance or stand attached to her -- that riles her up more than anything. More than her trainer barking orders at her, more than annoying Pokemon targeting her while she’s in her own world.

He's been watching the whole time from the side, silently grazing his thumb against the underside of the strap on his shoulder. There’s victory in this unaccounted match, but one he writes off as sheer luck. If the canine hadn’t been annoyed by the warning shot she wouldn’t have done much of anything in this battle, and surely she would have run off like she had done within the cave if the Shelmet had more fight in it. His eyes catch sight of the Poochyena tumbling to the ground, rolling onto its back and rubbing against the grass in an attempt to smear the remaining toxin on anything but her body. He clicks his tongue, rolls his eyes before stepping forward, gaining the attention of the dark type who simply rolls to her side and yips. She seems happy to see him, tail wagging and kicking up the cut blades of grass onto her fur.

“Don’t give me that look,” he comments, grimacing when the canine yips a second time as she gets to her feet. “Come on, lets keep going.” She doesn’t make a sound again and instead trotts next to his legs to catch up, nudging her snout against his free hand at his side before walking off ahead on the trail.

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008 - RUNAWAY - DARK
TACKLE • HOWL • PLAY ROUGH

POOCHYENA GAINED TWO LEVELS!
HEALTH: (HEALTHY)


i feel like im the slowest person on this site lol
also skipping the shelmet. not pink enough 8I

[attr="class","pv0"]cilalic:

[attr="class","pv00"]There’s a second as they walk that Noah watches his starter, the one who moments prior had took it upon herself to wander the entire trail in two seconds flat; the one who, now, simply trotted off ahead in plain sight. He’s grown somewhat attached to the dark furred canine, however it’s a feeling that comes and goes as the day goes on. She has her moments, he’ll admit, but the good is still outweighed by the bad. Those moments where she obeys a command or stays silent when told to are easily forgotten when someone passes by that catches her attention or she has chosen her time outside of the pokeball had been too little. For his standards the Poochyena has a long way to go, but shes gotten better; though, she hadn’t set the bar high for herself either.

He hadn’t thought to pay any attention to the trees, of the branches that held study feet above him nor the Pokemon perking atop them; and if he had he would have been prepared for what had happened. The quick shout caused his head to raise, to see the small body of the Pokemon drop -- and then the feeling of its lips against the corner of his; and while it hadn’t been direct contact the sensation of such was still disgusting. His footing jolted his body back, his hand raising to smack the Smoochum away from him as it descended to the ground -- and whether it hit or not Noah did not care. All his thoughts were filled of what had just happened, how it made his skin crawl and the way his other hand raised to wipe the feeling off of his lips.

The noise had alerted the dark type the moment the wild Pokemon had shouted its namesake, with her ears pointed high and her head jolting backwards to see the small body fly down towards her trainer. It didn’t register as a threat but rather a toy -- something to be played with, something that might play back; something that was fun. She let out a bark, darted forward towards the falling baby Pokemon before leaping up to meet its descent with his jaw wide open. To her it was like catching a ball, possibly a treat minus the actual consumption of it -- and if she had missed, well, she would just have to pick it up from the ground of course.

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008 - RUNAWAY - DARK
TACKLE • HOWL • PLAY ROUGH

HEALTH: (HEALTHY)
GG SMOOCHUM !
NOAH ATTEMPTED TO HIT THE SMOOCHUM AWAY FROM HIM !
POOCHYENA ATTEMPTED TO CATCH THE SMOOCHUM IN MID-AIR !

(not actually attacks but...) welp that thing succeeded in kissing noah... sorta but now caught the attention of his pokemon rip