Tailsy
if the nineth lion ate the sun.
- Pronoun
- she
(Sorry, I was away for two days. Geez D: You could've waited, yanno.)
Mango sniffed and listened quietly, hearing the irritated stomp of his opponent's foot on the ground. He could smell smoke, hear the crackling of flames pounding towards him but he didn't move, waiting until it stopped -- frustrated, probably. It happened a lot when he applied this tactic.
He shifted into a standing position, ears twitching and alert for any movement the Flareon might make as he stretched and yawned, showing sharp teeth dripping with violently purple liquid. He straightened up, hawked back his collection with a ear-piercing sound and spat a pile of poison right in the direction the Flareon was presumably facing (pawsteps were heavier, probably the front). Maybe he could finish this quickly; he didn't really feel like messing with a fire-type... maybe he should just use Counter and slam it into the wall...
Mango sniffed and listened quietly, hearing the irritated stomp of his opponent's foot on the ground. He could smell smoke, hear the crackling of flames pounding towards him but he didn't move, waiting until it stopped -- frustrated, probably. It happened a lot when he applied this tactic.
He shifted into a standing position, ears twitching and alert for any movement the Flareon might make as he stretched and yawned, showing sharp teeth dripping with violently purple liquid. He straightened up, hawked back his collection with a ear-piercing sound and spat a pile of poison right in the direction the Flareon was presumably facing (pawsteps were heavier, probably the front). Maybe he could finish this quickly; he didn't really feel like messing with a fire-type... maybe he should just use Counter and slam it into the wall...