Dislaimer: I do not own Pokemon.
A Ninetails lay in the sun. Nintails was on its back, exposing its golden furred eyes are closed. Its tails are sprawled out in the sun. There is an old lore about pulling the tail of a Ninetails. It is very much true.
A small child toddles forward and reaches out one chubby hand to pull the pokemon's tails.
"Don't" It echoes like a rattle, deep, all-knowing,and strong despite how whispy it was, inside the head of the child.
The child hesitates for a moment before reaching out again.
"You know, theirs a legend about what you're trying to do. It's very much true. If you pull my tail, which is rather rude, a curse I'll be forced to put on you."
The child pauses,consideringly.
" You'll find yourself lost, alone, and unable to find your way home. Your fate is your own, pull the tails and traveling to home to from the trails will be the least of your ails."
The child begins to back away slowly.
"Good, I'd hate for them to not have enough bones for a tombstone."
The child bursts into tears and runs wailing all the way back to its family.
"Ninetails!" Snapped the child's mother.
"What? Would you rather your child get cursed? The old legend is true. If my tailed is pulled I can't control my power and whoever pulled it is getting cursed- even if I don't want to. By the way, you really should keep your kid away from strange pokemon. Not all of them are as nice as I am."
The Ninetails jaws open just enough for the family to see flames licking out between its sharp closes its mouth and smoke begins to waft out from its jaws and nose.
"We wouldn't want anything unfortunate to happen after all, would we?"
A/N: This is based off Pokedex lore and one of the probably know which one I'm talking about. Pulling one of Ninetails tail releases a curse upon the puller.