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

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[rocketstarter]

The forest was awfully comforting. A wonderful safe haven for a wary grass type. It was easy to feel safe there, tucked away from those that would harm them, safe in knowing that the forest would never hurt them. In some locations, they were rumoured to even come to their inhabitants' aid in time of danger. Ahh, what wonderful places

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]