A/N: Yeah, it's been awhile. Lack of motivation will do that to you, along with a Dragon Age binge. Might consider dipping into writing for it eventually. But not for awhile. I still have too much to do as is, and don't need anything new getting in the damn way.
This is a tamer one. I could probably do more with this line in the future to be perfectly frank.
Into the Wilds
*Territorial*
The picturesque scene of a swanna diving for fish in the pond was shattered by the angry bellow of a rampaging monster. Even with most its neck underwater, the vibrations sent ripples through the water and the swanna recognized it as the roar of one of Unova's most ferocious beasts, a creature few could even look in the eye without feeling terror. It pulled its neck up out of the water just in time to avoid having its head kicked in by a very large and very irate samurott.
The swanna flapped its wings to put some space between it and the beast intent on removing from this plane of existence, rearing its head up and trying to make itself look bigger. Almost all predatory pokémon could be stunned briefly by an intimidation display, for the sudden change from prey to potential attacker was enough to make it reconsider finding an easier meal. Solitary hunters couldn't afford to be wounded in the wild, and would often back off and search for calories that wouldn't be so much of a hassle.
Funnily enough, it appeared as though samurotts didn't get that memo. Instead, the swanna realized with a sinking despair that it basically gave the large otter-like creature an excuse to attack. Its eyes burned with anger and it charged the swanna, tucking its head in and slashing with its horn. It was trying to land a Megahorn attack, which was frankly ridiculous considering all flying-types had a natural resistance to bug-type attacks of any kind, but the samurott didn't seem to be bothered with such trivial nonsense like type matchups or effectiveness, continuing to lash out with its shining horn and charge forward every time the swanna managed to get away by a feather.
The swanna peppered it with a Bubblebeam, a stream of bubbles smacking against the charging samurott's chest to slow it down. The rampaging beast leapt out of the water and slashed, its horn piercing through the swanna's left wing. It screeched and smacked the samurott with its other wing, flapping desperately and ripping the horn out before firing another Bubblebeam at it. Blood oozed out of the wound and the samurott charged again, bringing its tail up and smashing into the swanna's chest. The force of the Aqua Tail sent it soaring out of the pond and onto the bank, where it landed in an undignified heap of feathers.
The swanna lifted its head and squawked over its shoulder. The samurott's eyes flashed red and a low growl came from its throat, tail lashing from side to side and splashing water everywhere. It looked like it was building up pressure, and the swanna flapped its damaged wings as fast as it could to avoid the series of Hydro Pumps fired at its retreating form. It would live to fish another day.
The samurott watched it fly away, finally now out of range of its Hydro Pump, and it snorted before lowering itself back into the water. The sudden battle had drawn attention from other pokémon, and the apex predator of the pond glared at the school of basculin that had watched tentatively from a distance, horn shining with deadly promise. The basculins wisely chose life over getting into an unwinnable fight and swam in the opposite direction, going as fast as their tails could take them.
With its message sent, the samurott dove underwater to snag a river clam from the lakebed, coming back up and breaking its shell open with its armored legs to get at the tender meat within. The two halves of the shell were flung away, and the large samurott floated belly-up, lazily swishing its tail back and forth.
Hopefully another dumb bird would come around. He was still hungry, after all.
Yes, some waterfowl would do nicely.
A/N: Yes, otters are jackasses. Yes, they know what they're doing. No, they don't care. Some of their closest relatives? Honey badgers (who are a danger to even themselves with their 'I fear no God' BS) and wolverines (who are capable of hunting but choose to steal the prey of predators that should realistically one-shot it.) That's it. That's all I need to prove my point.