Nimsy
Jackal The Ripper
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- 11
- Years
- Right behind you
- Seen Nov 18, 2016
Moveset:
- Dark Pulse
- Fire Blast
- Thunder Fang
- Nasty Plot
- Special Band
- Lum Berry x 1
- Iron Thorn x 10
- 150✧
::Adalia the Houndoom::
::Gold Town : A New Beginning::
::Gold Town : A New Beginning::
Adalia waltzed into town with her head held high, secretly freaking out at the amount of pokemon that were currently occupying the streets. She absolutely abhorred large crowds. It always made her feel distraught and helpless, especially when she was alone. Adalia was used to traveling in a pack with her fellow Houndoom companions, yet the matter at hand would not have been happening if she still had her group.
It was a headstrong and foolish thing for her to do. Every time she looked back she was shrouded with regret. If only her pride wasn't so swelled, she would have never challenged the leader. She would have never lost. . . . She would have never been banished.
But here she was, trying to make a new life for herself. Perhaps find a new niche, a place to belong. Adalia scoffed. Like friends came that easily. Maybe it would be wise to brush up on her skills. Yes, that would make sense. The hell hound scanned her surroundings for a suitable place to train. Her gaze fell upon a dojo. "Perfect," she whispered to herself. If she could just knock out a few weaklings it would be easy to pave herself a grand reputation, and maybe find some recognition with the town's guild leaders. A wide smirk sliced her red muzzle as she strode to the dojo doors. But, of course, something annoying had to happen.
A young Chikorita blindly barreled into her front legs. With a pecha berry still in it's mouth it slowly raised it's head, eyes wide in shock. Adalia couldn't help but involuntarily growl. The young grass type's bright red eyes began to water. A pit dropped in Adalia's chest. "Great, now all I need is an angry parent," she thought to herself. As if on cue, she could see a Meganium storming up to her. "You!" the angry mother exclaimed shrilly. "How dare you make my little baby cry!"
The young one ran behind it's agitated mother, tears still welling out of the sides of it's eyes. Meganium glowered at the hound, obviously waiting for a response.
"Look lady, your brat ran into me," Adalia snarled, getting nose to nose with the grass-type. "You're lucky that he's still in walking order. . . . Actually," she exposed her fangs to make even more of an impact, her voice raising ever so higher with each word spoken. "You should thank Arceus that I don't reduce you to a pile of ash right here!"
The Meganium was about to try to retort, but she was too intimidated by the look in the Houndoom's eye. So, she fled (well, more like cowered away) with her son. She looked over her shoulder as she walked away and uttered, barely audibly, "Sorry for the trouble, miss."
Adalia sighed and looked around. Many were making hushed whispers and looking into her direction. She felt hot with embarrassment. She had made such a scene. She just couldn't help herself. That mother was so annoying, it wasn't even her fault. Her embarrassment quickly morphed into agitation. She was now very eager to work off some steam in the dojo.
So once again, she headed to her destination hoping that nothing else would go awry.
It was a headstrong and foolish thing for her to do. Every time she looked back she was shrouded with regret. If only her pride wasn't so swelled, she would have never challenged the leader. She would have never lost. . . . She would have never been banished.
But here she was, trying to make a new life for herself. Perhaps find a new niche, a place to belong. Adalia scoffed. Like friends came that easily. Maybe it would be wise to brush up on her skills. Yes, that would make sense. The hell hound scanned her surroundings for a suitable place to train. Her gaze fell upon a dojo. "Perfect," she whispered to herself. If she could just knock out a few weaklings it would be easy to pave herself a grand reputation, and maybe find some recognition with the town's guild leaders. A wide smirk sliced her red muzzle as she strode to the dojo doors. But, of course, something annoying had to happen.
A young Chikorita blindly barreled into her front legs. With a pecha berry still in it's mouth it slowly raised it's head, eyes wide in shock. Adalia couldn't help but involuntarily growl. The young grass type's bright red eyes began to water. A pit dropped in Adalia's chest. "Great, now all I need is an angry parent," she thought to herself. As if on cue, she could see a Meganium storming up to her. "You!" the angry mother exclaimed shrilly. "How dare you make my little baby cry!"
The young one ran behind it's agitated mother, tears still welling out of the sides of it's eyes. Meganium glowered at the hound, obviously waiting for a response.
"Look lady, your brat ran into me," Adalia snarled, getting nose to nose with the grass-type. "You're lucky that he's still in walking order. . . . Actually," she exposed her fangs to make even more of an impact, her voice raising ever so higher with each word spoken. "You should thank Arceus that I don't reduce you to a pile of ash right here!"
The Meganium was about to try to retort, but she was too intimidated by the look in the Houndoom's eye. So, she fled (well, more like cowered away) with her son. She looked over her shoulder as she walked away and uttered, barely audibly, "Sorry for the trouble, miss."
Adalia sighed and looked around. Many were making hushed whispers and looking into her direction. She felt hot with embarrassment. She had made such a scene. She just couldn't help herself. That mother was so annoying, it wasn't even her fault. Her embarrassment quickly morphed into agitation. She was now very eager to work off some steam in the dojo.
So once again, she headed to her destination hoping that nothing else would go awry.