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Post by Hunter1034 on Mar 8, 2012 7:54:58 GMT -5
A young Growlithe sat before the entrance to the cavern, his face plastered with a look of loathing. He knew he had to go in, he didn't have a choice in the matter; it was go in or abandon his dream. Despite this knowledge, a sense of dread kept him from going in.
C'mon Stroke, just go in. You'll come back out, you know it!
But he didn't know it. He did known that there were water types in there, though, and that made entering all that much harder.
It's just a little water, what's the worse that could happen?
Drowning, that could happen. Instantly the would-be rescuer's mind filled with thoughts of suffocation in the cold depths, causing him to shrink away from the cave.
What was I thinking, coming out here..?
In response, his mind flooded with images of his siblings and pack-mates. He wouldn't go back to that life, so he had sworn. No more ridicule, no more hate, no more being the outcast, not now, nor ever again.
Not again... Not ever again!
Emboldened by the his desperation to stay away from home, Stroke let off a roar and charged inside, completely forgetting his fears... For the moment.
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Post by streetflare on Mar 12, 2012 1:43:05 GMT -5
Straight away, a trio of Wurmple emerged, using String Shot to create a sticky patch of goo slightly further in on the tunnel. One of them seemed to smirk, a berry in it's forelegs as it lead the other two to the other side of their "trap".
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Post by Hunter1034 on Mar 12, 2012 10:55:44 GMT -5
Stroke, still emboldened by the "pep-talk" he had with himself, runs directly into the Wurmples' silk. Luckilly for him, his prior speed has supplied him with a relatively large momentum which allows him to get through the goo, although it did slow him down and cause his paws to become mildly adhesive. This shift in the feel of his paws and speed is enough to get the Growlithe to slow to a stop and look back.
"Thats... Not normal for a cave like this," Stroke observed upon sighting the failed "trap".
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