Scythe cut the tall grass into perfect horizontal slices. While he would have enjoyed a short break (and maybe a snack), his only objective now was to catch the slithering fiend, Blade. The seviper was last seen stealing a poor mother pidgeotto's eggs. He understood that a Pokèmon needed to eat, but this forest was full of things to eat, not to mention the countless rattata and zigzagoon skittering about. He just encountered another of the purple rodents, it was nibbling on the last berry on an oran bush. Blade's place in this ecosystem was to keep these rodents at bay, yet she was gradually failing her responsibilities. Luckily, the few ekans and arbok families helped keep them in check, for now...
Scythe swiftly ended the life of this unfortunate rattata, however much it sickened him to kill another pokèmon with no purpose for consumption. But the ground and scavengers will soom claim it, as it does with all life bearing beings. He ignored the fresh carcass, and scavenged for any edible plants. He found some mint leaves, sadly, half had the rattata's splattered blood on them. He turned his head in disgust and trekked on, vowing to be ruthless when he found the lazy reptile. As he marched through the lush forest, he saw many zigzagoon scurry in terror when he approached the next patch of tall grass.
This population is getting out of hand...
He continued on, sustaining a thorn in his back paw from a large bramble. He gasped in pain as it slid into his pad, but he could deal with it later. He merely pulled it out and flicked it far into the bushes from it came from. Of course, he had other little scratches. Though small, they almost reeked of sweet, sweet blood. At least... For the pokèmom that stalked him...
Scythe sniffed the air and reared up on his back legs, he smelled something close to rotting meat. He hurried to the smell, fearing that this was the work of Blade. Alas, he was right. To his concealed horror, three large eggs sat in a row in a tiny clearing. They all were missing 1/3 of their protective shells, ripped from the top as if someone had meant to drink them. He reluctantly peered into the first, he saw a full yolk. It was a dud, no embryo. He sighed in slight relief, but he had two more to inspect. He looked into the second Pidgeotto egg. It was a dud as well. But something told him that the third would not be as pleasant to the eyes. He took a peek. Scythe almost hurled when be saw the last egg's contents.
It was too sickening for anyone to describe, he began feeling nauseous. "That monster must pay!" he vowed, his face recovering from a sickly pea green. He immediatly whipped his head around, his eyes seemed to challenge the trees,"Don't think I didn't smell you!"
"My, you've improved since our last 'quarrel'," a deeply feminine voice rang from the thick pines.
A large serpentine head slowly revealed from the cover of almost pitch black shadows, soon a lengthy body and then the bladed tail were shown too. Blade took a glance at the egg of horrible containment. "I see you've found my gift." she sneered, achieving a snarl from the rival zangoose. She carefully wrapped her tail around the third egg as not to spill what was inside and held it up to Scythe. He was utterly repulsed by the seviper's offering of what she might've considered food.
"If you don't accept my gift, I'll have to make you."
Blade transfixed her eyes onto him. Her glare was intense and gleamed with evil, she greatly intimidated Scythe. But Scythe couldn't seem to look away, his eyes locked on to her's. He was entranced by her deep, fearsome, and red eyes. This was not hypnosis, but he felt like a pawn for the big serpent. He subconsciously realized that this was only the work of lots of training. With the fact that they hadn't met in almost a week, she must have entranced many other Pokèmon in their time apart. She was clearly anticipating this moment. Blade's eyes narrowed, greatly intensifying her intimidating gaze. She thrust the egg a bit closer, Scythe almost felt obliged to take it. He tried resisting the forced temptation. His arms trembled as he unwillingly grabbed hold of the shell. As it was brought closer to his face, he could smell the reek of the deceased unborn.
His claws were not his now, Blade controlled them. He was her puppet.