AU - May we die in the forest

[punchtheflowers]

Who: A wild Ivysaur and everyone who crosses his path
What: Your nature walk just got more interesting
Where: FDC woods
When: He'll be here all week until he's murdered
Warnings: Fighting, swearing, violence towards flora, Death

Comments

Another day of convenience, after Green times.

[rocketstarter]

The week had been a decidedly weird one for Frankie, marked by an array of thoughts and feelings that were more or less entirely foreign to the Ivysaur. They admittedly made him very uncomfortable, and Frankie did not enjoy that one bit.

Funny how it all seemed to revolve around one spineless trainer. No, he was far from spineless. He had watched him with that Wartortle of his, and a quiet whisper had crept around his heart in a voice that was not entirely unlike his own. Would he have been happier if he had chosen someone else? He could not identify where that thought had come from. He hadn't meant Red. Was he testing his own loyalties? It didn't matter. He was Red's pokemon. That was all he would ever need.

… Yet he could not stop the bitter taste that rose in his throat as he watched them. It was frustrating. Frankie did not like frustration.

A distraction was in order. Conveniently enough, a place like this was swimming in rumours to investigate. Some of them were more true than others… He was still quite upset

[rocketstarter]

To be fair, a lot of humanized Pokemon were really crummy at utilizing their abilities. It was somewhat unfortunate that Frankie wasn't on that side of the spectrum

I don't have icons appropriately horrible for these

[punchtheleaves]

Oopsie

[rocketstarter]

It was a haunting sound. The screams scattered nearby birds upwards through the trees. As interesting as whatever was going on down there on the floor might have been, it was nothing they wanted to see to the end. Perhaps a wise move. The agonized vocals rang through Frankie's ears, sending a shiver up his spine. It very easily could have been him down there. The crushed pink petals were a bright stain against the earth and leaves, quivering with the Ivysaur's breath. But no, it wasn't an instinctual sympathy making him shiver. It was the thrill

Suddenly the title of the log was totally relevant

[punchtheleaves]

8'|

[rocketstarter]

Frankie was rather well adjusted to slaughter. His claws were stained darker than any Pokemon's should have been. Honor and Glory to Team Rocket, after all. He knew the sight of fear and was quite accustomed to it. It was something to relish, that moment when you could see the realization that they probably would not see tomorrow's sunrise. Once upon a time, those looks had made Frankie a little jittery... but that was long ago. The fear was nothing new now.

Then why... Frankie stared down into the Ivysaur's face, and for a moment that terror held him quite still. It was something cold and fleeting, a memory he could not remember having. It was more than just being familiar with the expression. He knew those eyes. He'd been haunted by them before. An entirely foreign feeling skirted around the edges of his heart. For some reason he felt... It wasn't anything that he could place

YOU'RE NOT SORRY

[punchtheleaves]

I AM TO AN EXTENT 8C

[rocketstarter]

That had been a surprise. Had things proved to have been more troublesome for Frankie, he might have actually felt a bit of concern for his own well being. He let out a shuddering breath as the glow of the Ivysaur's body dulled, the subsequent breathing that followed coming in short pants. The feeling of his life slowly filtering into another against his will was unlike any other. It was alarmingly disorienting. Even once the last draining tendrils faded from him, Frankie fought to regain the amount of control he had before. His vines had slipped away from the battered captive, momentarily useless

this jerk took forever to die okay

[punchtheflowers]