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Post by Umbra on May 2, 2010 15:50:04 GMT -5
It was beautiful out today in the Flowering Meadows. The sun was out in a clear, light blue sky, and wispy white clouds moved quickly over the expanse of the colorful and grassy meadow.
A calm breeze gently stirred the newly dewed grass, and small crystal droplets fell to the ground, only to be absorbed in the loose soil underfoot.
A pretty purple and blue flower gently danced in the breeze, it's beautiful petals gently waving in the wind.
[glow=red,2,300]CRUNCH[/glow]
A wicked clawed foot smashed the plant into a green paste and flower parts as a small, impish creature walked past with a sneer on his face. It was only about 2 to 3 feet tall, with short, smooth black fur making up it's body.
It had long, red feather like appendages making up it's tail, and one which was an extension of it's ears. A small gold jewel was present on it's forehead and chest, which shimmered eerily in the sun light.
It had blood red eyes... With long eyelashes, which strangely enough, gave him a feminine appearance... But calling him a girl probably wouldn't be the smartest thing you ever did in your short life.
Because the scariest characteristic were the two, wickedly sharp claws that flexed from powerful digits that ended at his arm.
Snick's feather like ear twitched moodily in the breeze, and the small pokemon tilted his head, red eyes narrowing... Something was in the distance... Crouching on all fours, he stalked forward.
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Post by dicearm on May 2, 2010 17:09:34 GMT -5
A lone smeargle was also out in the meadows today, letting his tail drag on the ground. The path he came from could be easily traced by the trail of black "paint". The smeargle was singing to himself as he walked, yet only another smeargle would understand it if it was heard. About halfway though the song, he randomly stopped. He picked up his tail and began drawing something in the ground, humming a new tune as he did so. However, he stopped, both at writing and humming at the same time, with a curse. <"Figures...As soon as I leave, I can't get any inspiration."> The Smeargle sighs and crosses out whatever it was he was drawing before falling on the ground and staring at the clouds.
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Post by Umbra on May 4, 2010 16:39:30 GMT -5
Snick raised an eyebrow as he viewed the smeargle with slight contempt and amusement. Very quietly, the sneasel snuck behind the paint tailed creature, and just stood there with black arms crossed, red eyes gleaming with thought. What an oblivious creature... Snick thought as he just stood there, wondering how long he could be present until the smeargle actually realized he was there.
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Post by dicearm on May 4, 2010 16:49:49 GMT -5
The Smeargle stared at the clouds for a good 300 seconds, before he suddenly jumped up with a shout of <"I got it!"> He grabbed his tail and began drawing misucal notes...on the Snick. After a few notes, however, he turned arround and began drawing on the ground, but quickly lost his inspiration and stopped less than halfway through. <"Figures - the closest surface is too dark to read anything on, and I forget my idea before I can reach the ground...bah!">
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Post by Umbra on May 4, 2010 16:58:55 GMT -5
Cold, Ice cold breathe breathed at the back of the smeargle's white neck as a voice chilled with rage stated, "You my friend... Just made a BIG mistake..." Standing there was Snick, red eyes gleaming with anger, claws flexing dangerously, and black silky fur coated with sloppy music notes and paint splatters.
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Post by dicearm on May 4, 2010 17:29:07 GMT -5
The Smeargle blinked twice and turned arround, noticing the Sneasel for the first time. <"I did? I see nothing wrong with drawing on a rock and the ground...wait, where did that rock go? I could of sworn it was just behi- ....oh, I guess I did mess up."> Finally realising his mistake, the Smeargle takes a few cautionary steps away from the Sneasel. <"Erhm...Sorry?">
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Post by Umbra on May 4, 2010 18:21:32 GMT -5
Snick ~level 43
Snick merely grinned, showing off a row of sharp canines that gleamed in the sunlight. "Sorry? Nah... Not yet your not." He informed as he advanced steadily towards the smeargle, white claws primed and extended as he prepared to make his move.
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Post by dicearm on May 4, 2010 18:31:22 GMT -5
Pallete ~ Level 33
<"We don't have to fight. We can settle this like civilised people persons...with a singing contest!"> On that note, the Smeargle began singing some sort of lullaby. The words were complete nonsense, but it still had the effect of making allmost everyone who heard it drowsy. It was obiously a skill learned from a Jigglypuff, for no other Poke'mon could teach one to sing such a song.
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Post by Umbra on May 9, 2010 8:16:07 GMT -5
Snick's red eyes widened, and his form tensed as the notes of the music came out. "<You have GOT to be kidding m-" He started to state in irritation, but couldn't finish as his form simply collapsed on the grassy ground, lulled to sleep from the music.
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Post by dicearm on May 10, 2010 16:32:34 GMT -5
Pallete didn't notice the sudden colapse of the Sneasel. He just kep singing his song, dancing circles arround the ground. When he finally stopped singing, he turned to the Sneasel. <"Ok! Now it's your turn!"> Palette sat down and waited for the sneasel to sing. And waited..and waited..then got angry. He walked up to the sleeping sneasel, lifted up one of his ears, and yelled into it with the explosive force of an Exploud. <"HEY! WAKE UP! WE'RE HAVING A SINGING CONTEST, AND YOUR NOT GETTING OUT OF I BY SLEEPING!">
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Post by Umbra on May 10, 2010 17:49:40 GMT -5
Snick~ level 44
Almost immediantly as Snick fell asleep, he flailed back up at the sound of the voice that would put a blow horn to shame. Before the sneasel could really do anything, he had to rub his ears, both the normal one and feathered.
When he opened his red eyes on Pallete, the sneasel suddenly lashed out with a claw, and lifted the smeargle by the throat, face distorted by rage and a feral grin.
"<Seeing as i can't hear anything at the moment, I'm just going to have to imagine your screams.>" Snick informed as he threw Pallete off with a dark pulse, the black energy crackling as he exploded the male smeargle from out of his clawed hand.
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Post by +~*Snowy*~+ on May 14, 2010 19:33:52 GMT -5
Nanali the Grovyle~ Level 25
The shout could be heard even at the edge of the meadow near the treeline. Nanali turned and looked towards the direction of the sound. Though the saurian couldn't quite make out words, the tone sounded angry, or at least annoyed. The Grovyle smirked and leaped into the branches of the nearest tree. Once she reached the top she peered out from behind the curtain of leaves and looked out to the meadow. There in the middle of the flower field were two figures, and one of them had just fired a dark pulse. <"Ohhh, a battle. Exciting!">
The female lizard pokemon skillfully leaped and landed on the ground and took off running as soon as her claws touched the Earth. A battle pokemon battle was always worth watching and a distant treetop just didn't do it justice. As she neared the pair she could finally see that one was a Sneasle and the other was a Smeargle. Nanali knew that there was a risk that she'd get dragged into the battle as well, but if that happened then so be it, she could use the exercise.
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Post by dicearm on May 24, 2010 21:51:20 GMT -5
((tad short, but ran out of time...sorta))
Pallete landed in a small heap on the ground after the sneasel threw him so violently. He stayed on the ground for a bit, mainly trying to get the feeling back in his throat from where snick grabbed him.
When he eventually stood up, since the sneeasel said he coudn't hear, he wrote a message on the ground for him, though it could hardly be called a message. It was sloppy and nearly illegible. However, it read: "I thought this was a singing contes! That's an illegal move! I win by default!"
When pallete finished writing, he toook a few steps back and began drawing more musical notes on the ground.
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Post by Umbra on May 28, 2010 12:05:04 GMT -5
Snick ~ level 44
Snick curled a lip back, revealing his sharp canines. "<You think this is a game?!>" He snarled, red eyes wide with fury. "<I'm gonna f&*@^#$% KILL you!>" Not that it was usually out of Snick's character to occasionally scream profanity, but when he was angry as he was, along with the word "kill" after it, that wasn't a good sign.
In a black blur, the sneasel lunged forward, double claws extended and curved back for a slash.
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Post by dicearm on May 30, 2010 21:47:26 GMT -5
((Level 45? Don't the rules say you only gain levels at a rate of 1 per thread and 2 per battle? It's like your gaining one per battle post.))
Pallete turns arround quite quickly at the Sneasel's yelling. <"A game? Singing is not a game! Singing is a way of life! How dare you insult my by calling it a game!"> He sidesteps the charging sneasel and looses a blood-curling, allmost unnatural roar. However, that was all he did - he has yet to see one who did not run from him when he did that, aside from the Exploud he learned it from, and the Houndoom who helped him perfect his roaring.
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