I am a Grovyle

JirachiOmen · 07/30/2006, 09:59 AM

I am a Grovyle. I spend most of my days lazing about, making the most of freedom, as I know, that one day, I shall be captured. I stare as several Skitties play around, chasing their tails til they make themselves dizzy. If only I was young, then I wouldn't feel foolish to join them. Emerald leaves fall down, tumbling from branches as if performing gymnastics, before being devoured by my best friend, Breeloom. I am a Grovyle. I am a grass type, vulnerable to fire, which easily burns my grassy skin, causing me to sweat everytime it flickers near me. I am a grass type, strong against water. I feel a pleasure in taunting water types, whispering secrets in Marshtomp's ear, pressurizing him, causing him to cower. I watch as those water types splash and play in the gentle river. The water doesn't hurt me, but I tend not to go near, in fear of drowning.
I am a Grovyle I watch Nincadas swiping at irritating roots, clearing up the horrible mess around the beautiful berry trees. I like to eat them, as they cause sensations on my tongue, it feels like a party in my mouth, and everyone's invited. Sometimes I like to sneak food from smaller, less powerful pokemon, like the Zigzagoons. They retreat when they catch sight of me, their zigzag fur shaking in fear. Wimps! But sometimes, bigger, more powerful pokemon cause me to do the same...
I am a Grovyle. I cower from the stronger pokemon, fearing them as they could bash them to a pulp, as easy as 1 ,2,3. My main worry is Blaziken. Not only is he a fire pokemon, but he is also swift and agile, able to throw a thousand punches before you realise he's after you. I am a Grovyle. Frequently I have to do my fair share of battling, over several matters. Territory, Food, Mates. I rely on my speed to outwit my foes, sending them spinning in circles. I don't really lack any essential battle skills. I am able to throw a decent punch or kick, I can dodge out of harm's way, I can attack my oppenent with a great chance of hitting.
I am a Grovyle. I am not usually vulnerable to poison or any other affecting condition. Usually, I am active and healthy. It usually takes me a bit to get ill. Starvation or Thirst doesn't cause this, but smog from the Koffings contaminate my air, causing my lungs to itch. And then once, I nearly died.....
I am a Grovyle. It is due to those heartless Koffings that I nearly died once. I remember the clear blue skies on that sunny afternoon, when all of a sudden purple smog erupted through the grassland. Most of the pokemon retreated but the braver ones stayed to fight, like myself, Breloom and Blaziken.I remember Blaziken delivering quite a devastating fire spin early on in the battle, but he failed in his pursuit to eliminate the smog. That’s when I rushed in, as Blaziken couldn’t cope anymore, the smog overwhelming his body. I remember choking as I inhaled the purple toxic haze, feeling light-headed, wondering if I was going to survive.I remember hauling Blaziken onto my back. Surprisingly, he wasn’t that heavy, as I lifted with ease. Suddenly, I couldn’t get out. The smog was so thick then, no light could seap out. The fumes were certainly taking a toll on me now. I remember the sickness, my stomach churning. I placed Blaziken on the ground for a while, for I had an idea.I remember my idea. with my remaining ounce of strength, I tried to deliver a powerful Razor Leaf, which ripped through the fumes and demolish them. Though we’d all fainted through the fight, we’d won.
I am a Grovyle. It was shortly after that incident when she came...

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07/30/2006, 09:59 AM	#1
JirachiOmen	I am a Grovyle I am a Grovyle. I spend most of my days lazing about, making the most of freedom, as I know, that one day, I shall be captured. I stare as several Skitties play around, chasing their tails til they make themselves dizzy. If only I was young, then I wouldn't feel foolish to join them. Emerald leaves fall down, tumbling from branches as if performing gymnastics, before being devoured by my best friend, Breeloom. I am a Grovyle. I am a grass type, vulnerable to fire, which easily burns my grassy skin, causing me to sweat everytime it flickers near me. I am a grass type, strong against water. I feel a pleasure in taunting water types, whispering secrets in Marshtomp's ear, pressurizing him, causing him to cower. I watch as those water types splash and play in the gentle river. The water doesn't hurt me, but I tend not to go near, in fear of drowning. I am a Grovyle I watch Nincadas swiping at irritating roots, clearing up the horrible mess around the beautiful berry trees. I like to eat them, as they cause sensations on my tongue, it feels like a party in my mouth, and everyone's invited. Sometimes I like to sneak food from smaller, less powerful pokemon, like the Zigzagoons. They retreat when they catch sight of me, their zigzag fur shaking in fear. Wimps! But sometimes, bigger, more powerful pokemon cause me to do the same... I am a Grovyle. I cower from the stronger pokemon, fearing them as they could bash them to a pulp, as easy as 1 ,2,3. My main worry is Blaziken. Not only is he a fire pokemon, but he is also swift and agile, able to throw a thousand punches before you realise he's after you. I am a Grovyle. Frequently I have to do my fair share of battling, over several matters. Territory, Food, Mates. I rely on my speed to outwit my foes, sending them spinning in circles. I don't really lack any essential battle skills. I am able to throw a decent punch or kick, I can dodge out of harm's way, I can attack my oppenent with a great chance of hitting. I am a Grovyle. I am not usually vulnerable to poison or any other affecting condition. Usually, I am active and healthy. It usually takes me a bit to get ill. Starvation or Thirst doesn't cause this, but smog from the Koffings contaminate my air, causing my lungs to itch. And then once, I nearly died..... I am a Grovyle. It is due to those heartless Koffings that I nearly died once. I remember the clear blue skies on that sunny afternoon, when all of a sudden purple smog erupted through the grassland. Most of the pokemon retreated but the braver ones stayed to fight, like myself, Breloom and Blaziken.I remember Blaziken delivering quite a devastating fire spin early on in the battle, but he failed in his pursuit to eliminate the smog. That’s when I rushed in, as Blaziken couldn’t cope anymore, the smog overwhelming his body. I remember choking as I inhaled the purple toxic haze, feeling light-headed, wondering if I was going to survive.I remember hauling Blaziken onto my back. Surprisingly, he wasn’t that heavy, as I lifted with ease. Suddenly, I couldn’t get out. The smog was so thick then, no light could seap out. The fumes were certainly taking a toll on me now. I remember the sickness, my stomach churning. I placed Blaziken on the ground for a while, for I had an idea.I remember my idea. with my remaining ounce of strength, I tried to deliver a powerful Razor Leaf, which ripped through the fumes and demolish them. Though we’d all fainted through the fight, we’d won. I am a Grovyle. It was shortly after that incident when she came... Please rate!