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Thread: Toughest Pokemon in the Forest (Prof. Ficcus and I)

The young Jolteon had gone back to her little area since she wouldn't be getting any other challenges for right now. Everyone else had left, so she figured she'd just rest for now. Her living area was very nice as well. the forest had a separate are for the King of the forest to reside. It truly was a remarkable place. It was a wide open area with trees surrounding it. There was a large waterfall leading to a little stream down below. She had bathed numerous times in there. Plus, if she was hungry, there were plenty of fruit-bearing trees around for her to go at. It was pretty much the kingdom of the forest. It was prohibited for any others to come in to use her resources. She only allowed other morphs in if they were going to fight her. She let out a soft yawn as she lay back against a little rock. Being the strongest certainly had its perks. Of course, because of this, she really didn't get to wander around as much as she would have liked, but all she needed was right here. It was around early evening now, and the moon had started to shine a bit over the area. It was also such a nice place for observing the sky. It shone over her furry body, as well as the occasional spike needles that came from her back. She let out a soft yawn as she was thinking of just sleeping now. there was nothing else for her to do.
Thread: Toughest Pokemon in the Forest (Prof. Ficcus and I)

Finding the area rather empty, which surprised him a little, the Houndoom looked around a little, before leaning down on his knee and taking in the scents. While he obviously wouldn't know her personal scent, he tried to find the general one of a Jolteon, knowing there couldn't be many within the forest. Picking up a trail, he stood back up and began to follow it, keeping on a path, leading him right to her Kingly alcove, not that he knew that yet. The area was noted by a pair of trees that had been 'designed' to look like a form of gateway, as he stood outside them and took in the sight. These idiots put a lot of salt into being 'King'...its ridiculous. Oh well...time to get myself noticed. Looking up at the sky, he grinned as the moon began to rise, putting out his right hand, letting a compact ball of flame gather within it. Cocking his arm back, he through it high, making it whiz up and above the trees, right above the Jolteon's clearing, before it burst. Now, instead of raining fire down or anything, it acted much like a human flare would, just giving a bust of bright light as a signal. Waiting for a response or anything out of the female, the Houndoom leaned against a tree, keeping his eyes on the entrance, waiting.
Thread: Toughest Pokemon in the Forest (Prof. Ficcus and I)

The Jolteon continued to rest back as she watched the sky, though her peaceful alone time was about to be disrupted. Her eyes widened a bit with surprise as the flare suddenly erupted in the sky above her. She was expecting a surprise attack, but it merely lit up the sky. It didn't look like any human's flare. She slowly got up, observing the area around her. It wasn't long before she spotted the Houndoom waiting at the entrance. She noticed he had a rather odd appearance about him. He had the large spikes coming out from his back. She grinned as she got up and started to head over to him. Hmm, while I must say it was a marvelous display, I'm sure you're not here to entertain me in that way. She rested her hand on her hip, eying him intently. She had heard about such a Houndoom that resided in this forest. She had also said that he was supposed to be an excellent fighter. She got rather excited hearing just that.
Thread: Toughest Pokemon in the Forest (Prof. Ficcus and I)

Not quite, but I'm glad you liked it. I came here to fight you fair, not try a dirty tactic like that. So, up for a fight, 'King'? I normally don't bother myself with forest business...but you sounded like a decent challenge. Plus, the rumor of your beauty wasn't completely far fetched. The Houndoom grinned as he stood up right, wiping off his hands as he stared at the female, long, barbed tail twitching behind him. He was getting excited, though he was keeping it mostly hidden, as he grinned to her lightly once more. So, where shall we do this? The clearing back a ways or right here? Your choice, really. She might not have noticed, but if she were to step where he had, she'd notice the ground was heated, almost scoured, which was a give away to his excitement his body heated up far beyond what one should be able to take, if you're not a fire type, at least.
Thread: Toughest Pokemon in the Forest (Prof. Ficcus and I)

A little grin formed on her face as she heard of his intentions. She wasn't exactly sure, but she could already tell that he would be different than all the others she had fought. A decent challenge hmm? I'm sure you'll find that I'm much more than that. She got herself ready, the sparks over her body appearing every now and then. Forget it. We're going to do this right here! She couldn't wait to get in another fight. you better not bore me like all my other fights today! She wasn't sure about his fighting ability, but secluding yourself could have its benefits. She didn't want to waste anymore time as she suddenly charged right at him. electricity began to form in her hand, and she brought it forward in a vicious punch at his face.
Thread: Toughest Pokemon in the Forest (Prof. Ficcus and I)

I'm hoping I will indeed. He watched as her body sparked and got ready, making him smile lightly. She earned that title for a reason, that was for sure, though, she had little idea what she was really in for with him. Feisty, aren't we, Jolty? Could...I hope you don't disappoint me. He watched as she charged at him, staying still as she launched forward, hitting his face dead on with her thunderous punch, not trying to dodge it at all. Though, when it connected, he didn't move much, just cracking his neck after it hit, smirking right at her. Nice punch...but follow-ups are always a must! And as he spoke, he grabbed her with his right hand, before clenching his left, and giving her a full force three-inch punch right to her gut, using his Counter attack, giving her the force of her attack times two right back at her. Steeping back a few steps, he whistled, getting into his fighting stance as he prepared, tail whipping the air behind him. I'm waiting, King
Thread: Toughest Pokemon in the Forest (Prof. Ficcus and I)

Jolteon grinned as her punch connected, though it bothered her a bit that he didn't even try to dodge it. Was he trying to lose on purpose? that was no fun. However, he didn't even budge as her punch connected. She gasped as her grabbed her, suddenly sending his fist into her gut. She felt the wind knocked out of her, but she wasn't out yet. she backed up a bit, a grin still on her face. Hmph. You're already better than all the others. It'll make it that much more satisfying after I take you out. She went at him again at blinding speed Agility. Jolteons were already known to be quite fast, and she was going to capitalize on that. She went for another Thunderpunch at his head, Taking his word for a follow-up, she sent another for his chest.
Thread: Toughest Pokemon in the Forest (Prof. Ficcus and I)

Heh...keep telling yourself that, sweetheart. Keeping his stance, just as she started to rush at him, he once more planned something out, as her fist hit his head, making him recoil, and the second hitting his chest as he flew back--and split in two. The pieces hit the ground and vanished, as she hit and destroyed his Substitute, having used it right before she moved. And, right on cue, he stood in its place, as he kneed her in the gut, hard, before grabbing her once more. But this time, he took both her wrists in hand, using the part of his tail close to the base to bind her legs, as the upper portion trailed up, wrapping around her neck, the barbed end sitting against her right cheek, lightly pressing against her. The Houndoom smirked and grinned at hr, looking right in her eyes. Nice show, lovely, but you're easy to read. Everyone gets hotter just as they are about to do something, and as a fire type, I can easily read and react to that change in temperature. Still, you do put up a good fight.... As he held onto her, he leaned in, trailing his long, warm, canine-like tongue over her left cheek, leaving a hot trail up to her ear. This was all part of his Nasty Plot, a little trick Dark-types tended to be good at, as he grinned once more and let one of her hands go, placing his hand right on her stomach, just under her breasts. Still, play time is over, little fox.... Working up a Shadow Ball, he placed it right against her, further boosted by his Plot, and at point blank range.
Thread: Toughest Pokemon in the Forest (Prof. Ficcus and I)

The young Jolteon was a little more confused as he seemed to just willingly take the hits. Both of her attacks were good enough to knock anyone out, but she would soon see just what he had done. She was caught off guard as he suddenly split in two. It was a substitute. She couldn't believe she had or such a little trick like that. He suddenly appeared before her, giving her no time before suddenly shoving his knee into her stomach. She gasped loudly as all the air was knocked out of her, and he had quickly grabbed her arms and legs. She growled softly up at him as he spoke. She was now aware of how he was able to beat her, though she had taken out numerous fire types. She tried to move away as he moved his tongue up her cheek. Was he trying to seduce her or something? Tch, a good fight huh? I'd easily pound you on any other day! She felt the Shadow Ball start to form against her stomach, and with his Nasty Plot, there was no way she would be able to get out of this one. She let out a soft gasp as the attack hit, though she remained in his grasp. Her body suddenly went limp and she passed out, falling against him a bit. He had made little time in handing in her first defeat.
Thread: Toughest Pokemon in the Forest (Prof. Ficcus and I)

In truth, he didn't have to use a trick like that to win, though, he wanted to see if she would fall for it in the first place. Sadly for her, she did. Chuckling a bit, quite proud with himself, he let her go, placing her form over his shoulder as he left the area, heading back to his own neck of the woods, his new 'prize' in hand. Tail swaying along behind him, he got to his cave soon enough, as he gently placed the Jolteon down on his simple bedding, made of fallen branches, leaves, and bits of cloth he found, as well as the blanket he had gathered from a passing by travel, having taken it when he wasn't paying attention. Going towards the back, in had an assortment of berries and juices, made to be healing 'potions', grabbing one and heading back to the female. Placing a paw behind her head, he lifted her a little, slowly and carefully pouring the contents down her throat, as it would help give her some energy back. Placing the container back with the others, he sat beside his bedding, watching the beautiful female, studying her every curve and dip, all the patterns of her fur, everything about her, taking in every detail.
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It seemed like she had been sleeping for a long time. He had carried her body throughout the forest until she was brought to his own cave. She wasn't aware of all that was happening, and she was sure to get a bit of a surprise when she finally woke up. As he set her down, it could still be seen that she was in a bit of pain from the battle. Otherwise, it looked like she was sleeping peacefully, her chest rising and falling and she breathed in and out. Not too long after he had poured the potion down her throat, she stirred a bit. The effects from it were already kicking in, and her eyes slowly fluttered open. It took a bit of time for her eyes to adjust, and she still had a bit of pain in her, but not as much. She turned her head slightly as she saw the Houndoom looming over her, and her eyes widened a bit with surprise. She quickly sat up and moved away. What in the world?! Where am I?
Thread: Toughest Pokemon in the Forest (Prof. Ficcus and I)

Oh good, you're alive. I'd have felt terrible if I killed you. He said, oddly sincerely, smiling to her lightly. Standing up, he watched her move back, motioning with his paw around him. This is my home, my cave. I brought you here after winning our fight. I healed you a little with one of my berry juice potions...I'm glad it worked so quickly. He moved to lean against the wall across from her, eyes on her, locked to her own, grinning slightly. Unlike most, I wasn't interested in winning your title never did care for those things. I just wanted to beat you, as I have certain other 'Kings', every once in a while, just because I can. Though, with you...I was more interested in winning you then your title. So, after I won, I claimed my prize and brought it home. Your title is still 'King', so, you don't have to worry about that. Moving closer to her, he leaned down to look straight in her eye, placing a finger on her chin, as he licked her cheek, smiling. So...what do you say to all that?
Thread: Toughest Pokemon in the Forest (Prof. Ficcus and I)

What? It doesn't matter what kind of tricks you pulled. There's no way you're going to kill me. she muttered, not looking to move any closer to him. It was pretty obvious that he had taken her here himself after she had passed out. She just glared back at him as he sat across from her. What exactly was he looking to do with her anyway? Tch. And since you brought me here to heal me you think I should be thanking you? she crossed her arms over her chest, pressing her breasts out a bit. she turned back to face him as he mentioned having no interest in her title. Even if you say that, there's no way I'm going to keep it after losing. I'm not going to have it until I beat you. Her brow twitched at his next few words. She certainly wasn't expecting him to say something like that. She was a bit annoyed with being his 'prize' however. She simply glared back at him as he leaned in to lick her cheek. I'm not just some item for you to win.
Thread: Toughest Pokemon in the Forest (Prof. Ficcus and I)

You're quite right, you're not. If you were, there would have been a lot more Pokemon lined up by your door to challenge you. I'm sorry your beauty caught me off guard, but that alone wasn't why. I was even more interested in you as a whole, with how strong you are and how much a good fighter you are. With a mate like that...just think of what we could do together. Tracing a finger along her chin, he smirked as he stared into her eyes, chuckling once she seemed angry, tail twitching. He got up and moved away from her, keeping his back to her, long tail swishing behind him. I still say you can keep your silly title, I have no need for it. And I'll tell you this as of right now, I don't plan on fighting you again, so, take what you're offered. If you have any other concerns, then tell me them now, Jolteon.
Thread: Toughest Pokemon in the Forest (Prof. Ficcus and I)

She growled softly at him. He certainly was persistent, in and out of battle. At least now she was fully aware of what he wanted. to be honest, she had never really thought about a mate. She was far more interested in her title, and if she wanted a mate, they'd have to beat her first. Of course, that wouldn't happen at all until now. You think flattery is going to help? She grumbled softly as his finger moved up her chin, still being quite intimate with her. He really was serious. At the same time he seemed quite pleased to see her all annoyed. You say as of now, which means you will fight me eventually. Even if I do choose to be your mate that's not going to change the fact I'm going to beat you senseless.
Thread: Toughest Pokemon in the Forest (Prof. Ficcus and I)

Yes, it does. And I know you'll still want to beat me senseless I'm fine with that. But that will come another time, our current situation still needs to be settled. Moving from her, he took a seat on his bed, watching her softly, his red eyes never leaving sight of her face or form, tail swaying behind him. What I had meant by 'prize' before was that in winning, I believed it gave me the right of becoming your mate, having been the only one to defeat you. I didn't mean anything bad by it. Now then...what do you plan on doing, Jolteon? I wish to be your mate, but I'll leave that up to you, as, despite my looks, I'm not evil. He locked his eyes on hers, letting her know he was quite serious with everything he was telling her, giving her the choice, as he wouldn't be quite as satisfied if everything was forced on her with no options.
Thread: Toughest Pokemon in the Forest (Prof. Ficcus and I)

She didn't quite like the idea that she'd have to wait for another fight. She wasn't going to be taking any other challenges until she was finished taking him down. Of course she was looking for a strong mate, which he would certainly prove to be. His idea of the 'prize' would be very much reasonable, and it seemed like she would have no choice but to accept that. She could indeed tell he wasn't evil or anything, though something about him just bugged her. In all reality she was just acting that way since she didn't know how to react to losing. His stare sent a little chill through her body, and she merely looked back at him. Her expression had softened a bit though. He seemed to have everything she wanted in a mate. Well...that sounds better than what you said earlier. Though she still seemed to be the prize here. Then I have no reason not to be your mate. However, I am expecting a rematch.
Thread: Another Day on the Job. (AutumnDreaming/Rekoj)

As a child, Dianna had been both a dancer and an athlete. Her delicate structure had been strengthened with years of ballet and tennis, giving her a toned physique. It was due to fifteen years of training that she was scaling the brick wall with such success and ease. Her gloved fingers pulled tightly on the rope, her cleat-lined soles digging into the mortar of the red blocks. She was almost there now, one arm extending to grasp the ledge of the window. The other let go of the rope, swinging out to hook her fingers underneath the corner of the pane. Silently, she propped open the glass square until the spring caught it, enabling the window to remain open on its own accord. Reaching farther inside, Dianna pulled her lithe weight up to the ledge. Swinging over a muscled leg, she bent her back forward so that she could duck into the interior of the museum. With cat-like flexibility, she swung the other leg inside, slithering down to the floor. Fingers coiled around the hook, pulling it inward. Taking off her light pack, she disassembled herself from the harness, shoving the equipment inside. The young thief had already scoured every inch of the facility, committing it to memory. She had visited on different shifts, not wanting any of the staff to become too accustomed to her appearance. She was already bending her own laws by breaking into the museum, but that music box called to her like no other piece she had ever lifted. Elise had worked for other people, reselling the prints for a greater sum of money than most were worth. This item, however, would belong to her. It was a selfish act, but she could no more deny herself that object than she could air. Having become so familiar with the building, she knew that this particular window was also centered between two camera views, thus she had a radius of three feet which were completely safe to her at all times. The others were not fixated, rotating every so often. All she had to do was time herself perfectly and she could dart across the room toward the awaiting staircase. Pushing up the right sleeve of her leather suit, she began to count the seconds. Thirty, forty-five, sixty. . . go! With light feet she glided through the air, running toward the stairs. Ascending them, she was finally on the third floor. It was unnaturally quiet, the air seeming somewhat stale around it. In the distance, she could see the pedestal which held her beloved prize. Something, however, kept her from going to get it. Crouching lowly on the landing, she scanned the floor. What or who she was looking for, she didn't know.
Thread: Another Day on the Job. (AutumnDreaming/Rekoj)

His ascent of the stairs was slowed due to his footwear, because of the character he was in he had an annoying pair of white sneakers on. To stop them from squeaking upon the hardwood stairs, he had to climb each step softly, slowly. He knew she would be in the building by now, with the pace she had against the wall he'd learned a few things. She was fast climbing that wall, which meant she was athletic, and he would have to corner her or else she would run, and be very difficult to catch. He knew where the pedestal and the box was, in every video, she would go by that box. She'd go by many other pieces, every time, she was very deceptive- he had to give her credit. But in each of those videos, she'd at least pass by that music box. And there was simply something in her eyes when she saw it, he knew that was what she wanted. He made it to the top of the third flight of stairs, and looked down the hall that led to the pedestal. He did not go directly down the hall, instead choosing to sneak off to his right. He was going to go around, and hit her from the side. The third floor didn't have as many artifacts or pieces upon it, instead, it was mostly offices and private rooms. He continued his quiet movements throughout the halls, until he knew he was around the corner from the pedestal. He pinned himself right against the corner of the wall, closing his eyes and trusting his ears. When she got to the box, he'd have to make his move. It was his only chance of cornering her, as the pedestal and music box were in a small, open room. There were two exits, the one he'd peered down and avoided, or the one where he was at now. His ears were piqued for any sound, as he simply waited for her footsteps to put her in the right spot. If he mis-judged by even a second, she could have an easy escape. He needed to put himself between the two exits, in an instant. It was all down to timing now, as he quietly drew the pistol hidden within his jean jacket, and waited.
Thread: Another Day on the Job. (AutumnDreaming/Rekoj)

Dianna's natural intuition was almost always spot-on. If a situation felt awkward to her, she backed away from it before it escalated into something less than ideal. Like a lioness readying herself to catch her prey, she sank back on her haunches. One hand was firmly planted in front of her on the ground, keeping her balance steady so that she could spring forward if she needed to do so. To keep all noises at bay, Dianna simply pressed her lips together into a thin line. Breath was stilled, held tightly in her lungs. Silently, she listened, waiting for either her feelings to subside or be confirmed. Taking the backpack off her shoulders, she cautiously placed it in front of her. Eyes could sense no movement in the dark room, but she was still held back from advancing. Reaching into the shallow tote, she pulled out a rubber flashlight. What she was about to do would be extremely risky, possibly costing her her freedom, but she had to know. Trusting that she could race back down the stairs quickly enough, she simply flicked her wrist and rolled the object very quickly across the floor. The lightweight item tumbled against the wood, sounding very much like footsteps running toward something. It spun toward the column holding the music box in place, thudding against it. Head canted, waiting to hear any traces of motion. Eyes darted toward the offices in the distance, anticipating someone to burst out of them at any moment.