Posts by samuelthevamphog

(Sorry!)
Suddenly, the young Snivy gazed up from his antics. He stared at the two Houndoom with wide eyes.

Knuckles stared at Autumn. "Does that mean she weally nice aftew alls?" He asked, sticking a thumb into his mouth.
Scourge blinked and curled up, not seeing the difference between her and Autumn.

Edited for rudeness.

Scourge rubbed his head with one vine. Wow, he'd missed alot from sleeping. The Snivy rubbed his eyes with the vines, now, blinking away sunlight and looking around his crib out of boredom.

Edited for rudeness.

(XD God, I fail
Sorry!)
The little Snivy yawned, laying back down in his crib. He coiled into a tight ball, trying to fall back asleep-all of the noise from earlier had woken him up.

(I am not trying to make you angry, nor am I attempting to make you feel bad or be rude
I am just stating what I believe is the truth
I understand if you are confused, or if you are being bullied, but I am not trying to be mean, or bully you, as stated earlier
Yeah, I get that it is confusing-I have experienced it many times before-but just go with the flow, and everything should be fine :))

Scourge sighed and sat up, unable to sleep. Annoyed, the baby Snivy watched the Pokemon from his crib, folding his arms and pouting. Some people actually need some beauty sleep-which none of you have gotten lately, judging on how you look right now! He thought, narrowing his eyes.

Scourge wished he could talk, then crawled over to the front of his crib, watching the two Pokemon roll around. Calmly, he grabbed the rattle he'd brought to bed with him, and winged it at them both for the heck of it, to see if he'd make one of them fall over. That'd be fun.

Flint closed his eyes. He looked up at Shadow. "Do you think people are gonna hate me now?" He whispered, clearly knowing that his Eraser-like appearance could be unnevring to almost every single avian experiemt they'd meet. He tried to keep his voice low and quiet, so he wouldn't interupt them from their 'conversation'.

Scourge fell over laughing when he saw this little display, loving the fact that this fight would probably drag on forever. He tried to chant 'fight, fight, fight!'-but with his young age, it came out as babble. Bring on the fight! I hope they tire eachother out soon-then I can throw something else.

Seeming happy with this answer, Flint closed his eyes and held onto his older sister tightly. He said nothing else.

This answer surprised Knuckles, because 'grown-ups' are supposed to know 'everything' in the world-at least, by his standards. He shrugged, and watched Edith and Scourge with Autumn.
Mephiles was asleep through all of this.
Scourge coiled up, still asleep. He dropped a pin on he'd found sticking him a bit to the ground.
At the sound of the pin dropping, Mephiles sat up. "What was dat?!"

(Got it! *salutes* :D)
Flint didn't open his eyes throughout this, until he heard the distinctive sound of wings spreading out. Calmly, the boy watched Michael-without glaring this time. His eyes were curious, as is common in young children like him, but they were also rather hard-they had a strange coldness to them that no kid his age could've had without the life he'd been made to live.

Scourge topples over in a giggling fit when he sees this happen. The fight was getting good-in his opinion, at least.

Scourge shrugged. "I dunno. I felt a prickly feewing and I founded the shawp thingy in my awm."
Mephiles looked around in confusion.

Flamestar and the rogue were talking in hushed voices around Twolegplace, near the garden they'd last been seen at. It was almost impossible to hear them talking.

Scourge shrugged. "I dunno." He cooed, rubbing his arm.

The baby Snivy watched as this went on, appearing excited. He used Helping Hand on Claw and Shadow, hopeful to see one of them win.

Flint held onto Shadow, staring at Lucinda. His eyes were full of confusion.