Risky fun. (Open)

A large mountain range in the. Northeast part of the world, large spear like mountains piercing the sky. This was one place Alfonse was advised not to tread as a child, even once being chastised when he attempted to climb said mountain alone, while walking he chuckled to himself a bit memory still in his mind of his mother running full pelt to grab him by the jaw and drag him home. "Mom always did worry too much." he muttered to himself letting the old memories fade as he focused on the task at hand. Old bag now wrapped around his side, pulling once to make sure it wouldn't give easily. Nothing was inside the bag as he hadn't had the chance to fill it but he was hopeful this would be his chance.

Tired from his long walk over here however Alfonse took a moment to sit down, finding a smooth rock nearby Alfonse sat on his butt extending his legs outward and closed his eyes. His hand abstentmindly reached up tugging at the ribbon around his neck, almost like he was making sure it was still there. "I should be fine to rest a bit this close to this entrance." he thought aloud as he waited a few moments to catch his breath.

(1 energy, Heal Ribbon Equipped.)

Sniff sniff. He was here. He had little clue where "here" was exactly, but the trail he pursued grew stronger. His nose trailed along the ground, sharp intakes of breath here and there were followed by a sharp exhale, just so he could repeat the process all over again. Silver cuffed paws moved carefully along the path to carry him forward. His eyes focused on the ground before him, almost as if he could see the different colors of the scents lead him along all different kinds of paths.

His dark fur just about blended in with the terrain, the boney structures that protruded along his spine could have easily passed off as odd rocks. His spade-tipped tail raised high above him, arched as he trailed about to and fro before he got himself back on track. There was one. They were alone. The metallic smell. They were steel type. Curiously, it was accompanied with a...sweet smell? His eyes narrowed in concentration. Did it have sweets? It didn't smell like one he'd ever laid his nose on before.

A low growl rippled from his throat. He hated sweets.

Zera stopped. The smell had become overwhelmingly strong-they were near. He could have just walked away, but he needed to figure out what kind of sweet this was...so he could avoid it in the future. Not only that-but he needed to teach whatever pokemon this was a lesson in respecting territories. This was his turf...as of today. He'd decided to claim it the moment he walked in. He needed somewhere to call home after all. It was nice to have such a hate-able smell so readily presented to him to make an example of.

He looked up. He could see the mawile. The spade of the tail pointed at the mawile over his back. His body crouched as his lips pulled back into a snarl. That same guttural growl rumbled in his chest as he glared at the sweet-smelling fairy type. Hostility and anger was ever-present in both tone and body language. The houndoom had a bone to pick with this mawile.

He waited for a reaction.

Energy: 26
Holding: Joy Ribbon

Alfonse kept his eyes closed for a few moments but a sound quickly caused him to open them looking back the way he came. Where there was once nothing now sat a houndoom that didn't exactly looked pleased with him being there, not that Alfonse would of noticed them among the rocks they almost blended in with the terrain itself. Slowly getting up Alfonse looked the houndoom in the eye as he got off the rock he was standing on, part of him felt intimidated but most of him felt like backing down would lead to something worse happening.

Thinking for a few moments on what to say to hopefully diffuse the situation Alfonse pulled on his bags strap a bit awkwardly. "So, er come here often?" why did he say that. "Why did I say that? Eh I mean am I interrupting something, if so, sorry." trying to diffuse the situation before anything starts, and any fire starts getting flung.

While he was looking at the Houndoom though Alfonse thought of his escape routes, only viable one was further into the dungeon sadly and he was very sure he wouldn't be able to outrun the Pokemon in fromt of him, fighting also felt out of the question so he really had no choice but to win with words. "I can leave if that's good for you." he waited for a response before he tried to move.

The sweet-smelling sprite didn't at all appear fearful of him. It made his fur stand on end as his growl grew deeper. It challenged him. It certainly sounded like it wanted to leave, but the fact that it didn't submit to him was proof enough in his book. People often didn't say what they meant. He never understood the purpose of that.

His response wasn't verbal. Instead, it came in the form of a collection of flames gathering around his maw. The houndoom's snarl intensified before he bolted forward straight on towards the victim. If he could get close enough, he'd unleash a spiral of flames. To him, he needed to show this mawile who was "Boss" around here. At the very least, murder wasn't exactly on the menu. No, he needed someone to let others know who was "Boss" in these parts.

Oh Alfonse was surely afraid, he might not be that great at showing it but when the Houndoom started growling Alfonse started trembling. That and the fact that flames started gathering around their mouth and they started charging caused the Mawile to instinctually back up very fast.

Backing up straight into the rock they had been sitting on, tripping over it and rolling further down the slope of the mountain, away from the Houndoom but in the most idiotic way possible. "Ow, crud. Dang." till he eventually stopped further then he probably wanted to be, while he probably dodged the initial dash he didn't look like he was ready to get up and avoid another one.

It was almost comical how the mawile fell, it was quite the opposite of what he expected out of someone who was being attacked. The houndoom's pillar of flames extinguished itself before he strut up to the rock the mawile sat upon. It was hardly an effort to hop atop of it as if it were some sort of throne. In a way, he was pleased to see a more submissive target, but on the other...it was kind of disappointing. How could he possibly prove his strength to anyone else in the area if he didn't hit the biggest kid in the lot?

"That was just sad," he called down to the mawile, "You stumble around like a pup learning to walk all the time or are you playing stupid?"

"C'mon! Come at me, Cupcake!" he challenged, a paw stamped on the rock with his head held high. His tail raised in an arc over his back as he struck a confident pose.