12-19-2006, 03:13 PM
Milty hobbled away suddenly with the flash of distinctive white light. She immediately got an uncontrollable shiver. She hated those things, being crammed up in that unearthly tight space, being far too accustomed to open, rolling plains. The large dairy cow, unaware of the growing audience, adjusted her eyes to the light, eyes immediately widening, arms stretching from her sides in a sort of attempt hug to the newly arrived Mud Fish Pokemon, popping little pink hearts appearing over her head.
It had been so long since she'd seen a fellow tamed Pokemon, and a mildly cute one at that, giggling and bouncing forward...before being harshly struck in the face with a torrent of high pressure, frosty cold water, pushing the Normal-type back quite a few feet, rolling onto her back into she dropped into the water-induced mud. Milty sat up, staring blankly...
...before letting out an offended, teary-eyed wail in Poke-language, the cries and blubbers translating roughly to 'Why are ya pickin' on me!?'
After several long seconds of heavy crying, the Miltank gained a more determined expression, jumping up and rolling into her signature ball, immediately spinning rapidly, kicking up a rush of air and dust through her Rollout...and fleeing from battle, as so many wild Pokemon often did, barreling forward and parting both opposing trainer and Pokemon in a weeping, emotionally shattered escape...but most importantly, with her exit, she ever-so-slightly grazed both Sam and Swanny, passing on the virus and disappearing onto the forest trail!
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...A rumble? A rumble!? A rumble! The earth was shaking again, Vaporeon's eyes bulging from his head as he looked left and right in a panic. "Oh no! Again! It's coming again! Rapidly approaching! Rolling pink ball of flattening death!"
Of course, while searching for the direction from which it was coming, it naturally appeared upon the rising hillside, rolling down, the Vaporeon turning about and attempting to flee, only to be severely trampled into the dirt by the rolling milk tank...which, if his ears weren't ringing, he'd of recognized was weeping horribly.
It took several minutes for him to pull himself out from the mudhole he'd been drilled into, continuing on a significantly more painful trek, stretching the soreness from sleek aquatic muscles...and, oddly enough, passing an Ariados along the way that seemed to have sustained similar injuries...both of the Pokemon staring at one another, before nodding...and sharing a moment of rare understanding.
In the very least, there must have been something interesting up ahead on his path to fresh, undisturbed water...and there was also a Pokerus X-infected rolling female on her path to a certain situation between trainer and Arcanine.
"...Eheh...again...have fun, human..."
It had been so long since she'd seen a fellow tamed Pokemon, and a mildly cute one at that, giggling and bouncing forward...before being harshly struck in the face with a torrent of high pressure, frosty cold water, pushing the Normal-type back quite a few feet, rolling onto her back into she dropped into the water-induced mud. Milty sat up, staring blankly...
...before letting out an offended, teary-eyed wail in Poke-language, the cries and blubbers translating roughly to 'Why are ya pickin' on me!?'
After several long seconds of heavy crying, the Miltank gained a more determined expression, jumping up and rolling into her signature ball, immediately spinning rapidly, kicking up a rush of air and dust through her Rollout...and fleeing from battle, as so many wild Pokemon often did, barreling forward and parting both opposing trainer and Pokemon in a weeping, emotionally shattered escape...but most importantly, with her exit, she ever-so-slightly grazed both Sam and Swanny, passing on the virus and disappearing onto the forest trail!
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...A rumble? A rumble!? A rumble! The earth was shaking again, Vaporeon's eyes bulging from his head as he looked left and right in a panic. "Oh no! Again! It's coming again! Rapidly approaching! Rolling pink ball of flattening death!"
Of course, while searching for the direction from which it was coming, it naturally appeared upon the rising hillside, rolling down, the Vaporeon turning about and attempting to flee, only to be severely trampled into the dirt by the rolling milk tank...which, if his ears weren't ringing, he'd of recognized was weeping horribly.
It took several minutes for him to pull himself out from the mudhole he'd been drilled into, continuing on a significantly more painful trek, stretching the soreness from sleek aquatic muscles...and, oddly enough, passing an Ariados along the way that seemed to have sustained similar injuries...both of the Pokemon staring at one another, before nodding...and sharing a moment of rare understanding.
In the very least, there must have been something interesting up ahead on his path to fresh, undisturbed water...and there was also a Pokerus X-infected rolling female on her path to a certain situation between trainer and Arcanine.
"...Eheh...again...have fun, human..."