Gossip of the Leaves

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The forest was silent, save for the whispers among the gossiping leaves in the wind as it carried between the trees the news of the newcomer to the forest. A jolteon, one with a strange dark gray and white little hat on that oddly concealed his ears. What was he hiding under there? A wound caused by the lizards of flames, but that was a moment in history long gone. Erebus huffed as he marked his path with his footsteps, wondering just where the hell he was. The yellow fox like creature could feel his sparks jumping off of him as he only grew more irritated.

There was a strange feeling inside of him, emptiness. Why did he feel so god damn empty? He had his dream evolution, why didn't he feel more fulfilled with himself? The jolteon could only agonize over the feeling, trying anything he could to fill that hole within himself. This attempt? Violence. Maybe some hunting would do some good, kick the butt of some of the feral pokemon in the area, perhaps have a snack or two. Maybe that would cheer him up!

[energy: 9]

Energy: 0 (poisoned)

The mouse couldn't stand Erebus. Not only was he intimidating and rude, but he outright scolds him for helping and one little comment? No matter how much he wanted to, Raze couldn't just simply pick a fight with something that can leech off of his own attacks. He stayed almost silent in a frightened state of bitterness as the Jolteon finished off the Pinsir. "Maybe a little 'thank you' would be nice..." the Minun mumbled under his breath, cautious as to not let it be too noticeable yet at the same time wishing to let his acquaintance know what he thinks. He resisted the urge to just attack him as Erebus demanded for more.

Unfortunately for Raze, that demand was answered by a Venomoth and a Slakoth who had caught sight of the two Electric types. "You've got to be kidding-" he began, only to be cut off by the familiar feeling of powder being expelled onto him. The crushing feeling that the Cheering Pokémon despised returned and restricted his breathing. "He's got poison, be careful!" he said, firing another Helping Hand rather than getting close and making contact with his ally. Why had he been using that so much? What about Erebus made him continue to use the move despite his protests?