The Curious Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Stormkitten]
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				Title: <strong>The Curious Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Stormkitten]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 12:31:59</strong>
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				It was just over midday in the sunbaked vale and Adrian Fowl had just finished his elaborate picnic. He looked up at the clear blue sky waiting for the items he wanted to download to his portable devices. The thoughts of being without such devices long lost. To him it was all second nature, just like the expensive food he'd just consumed. <br><br>The only thing that bothered him at this point was that he didn't have a pokemon with him to clean up after he was done. It felt like something missing and brought a light frown to his face. One that quickly vanished though, he was out here in the wilderness for exactly that reason. To catch himself a new pokemon, not the ones he had already caught. On that <br><br>There had been rumours of all kinds floating around telling about the various kinds of pokemon here but so far all he'd seen were Pidgeys and Caterpies. Not the kind of pokemon he was interested in, even though the Pidgeotto evolution had promise it was so common amongst the high tier trainers that he wasn't about to show up with one. No, with all the great clear grassy plains between these mountains, there would be plenty of normal pokemon here, he'd just have to try and find one less common than the others.<br><br>So after packing up his items himself, he set out into the deeper reaches of the vale. Trying to find a creek or place of bountiful food, seeking out an interesting pokemon. His various technological aids would ensure he'd find whatever was hiding, though he'd have to get into range first and that took some old fashioned thinking. He was a trainer on the hunt now, all interesting pokemon beware.<br><div align="center">(http://i582.photobucket.com/albums/ss267/Maximillion_Crowloft/Alex-Muchausen.jpg?t=1266934415)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curious Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Stormkitten]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 04:19:13</strong>
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				Another stampede, slamming hard into the large tree. There is the thud oft he impact followed by the crack the tree. Stepping back a few paces, she shakes her head. Black and gray hair flying in every direction around to two white horns. Hair falling back in place around her deeply tanned cheeks and shoulders. out in the sun from nearly sun up to sunset, she had a deep tan color, bordering on dark.&nbsp; <br><br>Prancing the four hooves several times into the dirt and grass. A slight shudder went down her long muscled form as she took a deep breath. Tension leaking out of her golden from. Calming her, relaxing her. Almost lazily her tails swished against her back legs. The tree did not break completely in half but that was okay. It was a large tree, she had known on sight that it was too big. That did not stop her. <br><br>Starting to walk away, she had barely made it any distance between that tension started to build again. It was an endless cycle. She would be fine for a few hours. Giving a slight stretch, she started across the vale toward the stream that she knew cut into the eastern edge, down from mountain snow and springs. <br><br>As she walked, she became aware of movement. There was still a long distance between them, but sharp golden eyes watched it. She was use to coming across other Pokemon of various kinds. They were a good excuse to charge, even if she rarely actually ever hit one. For the moment she corrected her direction, moving cautiously toward it. Intent on getting a better look before running it down.<br><br><div align="center"> (http://www.part.lt/img/c04bcdd427bd5c4e3762e6e75718b55f660.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curious Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Stormkitten]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 04:44:21</strong>
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				Adrian looked up as he heard a cracking sound in the distance. Instinctively he reached for his belt, only to remember that he didn't want to use his pokemon. He wanted to catch one on is own again, a ritual like behaviour he'd show from time to time. It was far too dangerous to go out into the wild without at least one strong pokemon on his belt though, especially as far out as he'd gone now.<br><br>Scanning the green and blue division of the horizon, the trainer looked for signs of what the sound might have been. The rise and flow of the landscape made it hard to see very far, whatever had caused it couldn't have been too far away though. The trainer loosened the rifle-belt that hung over his shoulder. A trusty dart-gun that would ensure even the most hardy pokemon went down safely, if he managed to get a clean hit, came off his shoulder down into his hands. Hefting the thing to hip height, he was sure he'd be ready for whatever made that noise. <br><br>Adrian was somewhat concerned though. Whatever type of pokemon had the guts to make itself known to the world like that must either be very brave or very strong, neither option was in his favour. "At least it's interesting..." He heard himself mutter under his breath before thinking it through and before he knew it his desire for a new pokemon got the best of him. Making his way along the stream towards the area where the cracking noise originated from, he was ready to go catch himself a new pokemon.
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				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 07:27:02</strong>
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				It appeared to be coming toward her too. She was unsure if he did not know she was here or if it was hunting her. There were few that could stand against her, but she still had natural instincts of self preservation. <br><br>The tauros found herself getting more and more aggitated as she drew near the strange creature. Something was not right about this one. Too strange, too different. Feeling uncomfortable, unease, everything in her said to run him down or to flee. Fight or Flight. It was a sensation that she was unuse. Something she did not need before. <br><br>Pawing at the ground a little bit harder. She did stop moving forward. Maybe even taking a step or two back. Even shaking her head and horns in a display of a warning. Slight display of aggression. Warning him off. Still prepared to charge if I must. <br><br><br><div align="center">(http://thumbnails26.imagebam.com/6881/dff58468800620.gif) (http://www.imagebam.com/image/dff58468800620/)</div>
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				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 15:28:28</strong>
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				When the Tauros finally came close enough for Adrian to spot her form his pace slowed down. He'd never seen a Tauros in the flesh before, only on television. They were rarely seen in populated areas, and even in the wild one had to be lucky to find them. Had he gone that far? It had been a few days since he'd last seen another human...<br><br>No need to concern himself with that right now, he had found what he was looking for. An interesting pokemon to say the least, though at this distance he could barely tell if it was a male or a female. Not that it mattered outside his personal preference though, a pokemon was a pokemon, and he hefted his rifle a bit higher, almost shoulder height. <br><br>Adrian wanted to look down the scope, but felt something tingle in the back of his neck. Fear of the beast? It was at least a head or two taller than him he judged in the distance. But that had never stopped him before. Something else? A primal fear of a beast that knew little else than combat and survival? The thought didn't pass his mind, he was trying to overcome it, not understand it. <br><br>Finally he summoned the courage and took a final step forward, hefting the rifle to aiming height. The rifle-butt digging into his shoulder as he pressed his right eye to the scope to see what he was dealing with. With the excellent quality lens auto-adjusting to range he was looking for it took but a quarter of a second before the Tauros came into view. A gust of wind blowing gently, waving the grass beneath its hooves. Her hooves he realised, her feminine form now becoming clear to him. <br><br>Now came the hard part. The systems embedded in his rifle told him that his target was outside the range for an effective shot. He'd have to either wait for her to come to him, or slowly close the distance himself. He'd heard the rumours of Tauros charging pretty much everything and anything that was only remotely threatening, which meant he had to prepare for that possibility. But that did not help much to bolster his confidence as he slowly stepped forward, inching to get into range.
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				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 17:18:48</strong>
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				It didnt go away. It clearly saw her but it did not go away. Her tail began to swish harder behind her. The three whiplike strands bumping against her calf and legs. For her, there was no such thing as a mock charge. Once she started, there was a commitment to see something hit. She picked up her pace a little, hoping that might deter it away. Soon she noticed it did not have much effect. She needed more. <br><br>The whip like tail began to swish harder, faster. The whip like strands starting to hit her flank and back. Increasing her aggitation and irritation. Preparing herself for a charge. The strikes becoming harder and harder, as she continued to paw at the ground agressively. A hard shake of her head and horns. <br><br>The tauros changed direction slightly. Eyeing a near by small tree. By small three she estamated it to be 20 feet or so tall. It was no challenge for her. At the moment she did not need a challenge. She needed a show. Proof that she was dangerous. It was close, a lot closer than her normal charge but still a doable distance. She charged, hitting top spead in only a few strides, moments later striking the tree. It stood no chance against her, the crack resonating in the valley. After a slight hesitation, the tree began to fall. Hitting the ground with a hard swish. <br><br>Moving around the tree, she continued to approach, tail still moving aggitated. That small strike had not even begun to help calm her. Moving to close the distance between them so she could charge him as well. If she commited to the charge, she could not change the direction, it was a straight line all the way so she had to be sure of herself first. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curious Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Stormkitten]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 21:05:58</strong>
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				That charge took Adrian off guard. He noticed he wasn't looking through his scope any more after the Tauros smashed into the, for him, sizeable tree, breaking the damn thing in half. "Heh, certainly an interesting pokemon..." That thought fuelled his hunter's instincts though, quickly hefting the scope to shoulder height. It wasn't helping that the Tauros seemed intent on charging him next. If it could do that to a tree then she would surely rip his fleshy body in half.<br><br>The electronic systems of his rifle finally gave him a green light, but trying to compensate for the wind and the movements of the charging Tauros was starting to make it hard to stay in his time limit. If he couldn't make the shot before a certain distance, the Tauros would hit him regardless of the tranquillizers. That was something he simply had to avoid.<br><br>It was now or never, his finger tensing and relaxing just before squeezing the trigger. The dart flew and had a more than fair chance of hitting its target, but Adrian couldn't bet his life on that alone. Reaching for his belt to touch the two pokeballs that contained his Umbreon and Espeon twins. The latter of the two would be able to use her psychic powers to create a forcefield, which should be able to stop the Tauros from charging straight through the trio, or at least deflect it into another direction. That's what he was hoping for right now, not got get mauled by those horns. Capturing her was but the second of his priorities.
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				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 21:46:53</strong>
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				It was not running. Although it had stopped approaching. That was not enough. Had to drive it away. With that last thought, she started to charge. Her tail lashing at herself cruisiously driving her almost into a frenzy. Hooves pouding the ground harder and faster. It didnt run and she was going to hit it. <br><br>The sharp sting hit her shoulder, not far above her heart. Lifting a hand to the spot. Brushing away the sting. Strange bug. Even as that registered, there was a shudder that went through her body. A light headed feeling hitting her. Slightly disoriented. Strangely she actaully felt herself slowing down. She tried to focus on the charge, but a heavy feeling starting to spread. Shaking her head. Trying to force herself to focus on the other. <br><br>This was not good. She had to finish this charge. Already she was dropping to a fast walk. Unable to carry herself any faster. It was not a realxed feeling but a very tired feeling. Something wasnt right. At a walk now and she just stopped. She could have kept walking a few more feet, but it was pointless now. Even lifting her tail was hard. Another shake of her head, and she was trying to step backward. Becoming harder and harder to stay on her feet and keep her eyes open. Another shake of her horns and she found herself sitting on her hind legs. Front hooves spread wide trying to keep her up, but it was a battle she was loosing. It did not make sense to her why she was laying down right now. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curious Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Stormkitten]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>21-02-2010, 00:08:49</strong>
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				Adrian looked back at the Tauros charging this way and was relieved to see that his last line of defence was unnecessary. That feeling of relief quickly turned into primal satisfaction realising that he had successfully hunted down another pokemon. Almost as an afterthought did he press the buttons on the pokeballs that sent the eevee evolution twins back into their spheres with a crimson flash. <br><br>From the back of his belt, where he kept the unused pokeballs he took an ultraball. A black and gold version of the classic red and white pokeball. Though it was far more than a cosmetic change. More expensive and a little more luxurious inside, its main feature was an improved capture rate. The mental stimulations that made all pokemon truly 'belong' to their master were improved upon, which was mainly noticeable at the point of capture. To put it simply, it worked better.<br><br>The trainer pushed the button to enlarge the sphere to its full size, still fitting comfortably in his hand as he neared the almost sleeping Tauros. By now she'd have to truly fight to keep her eyes open, which would be a testimony to her good condition. With a gradual arc the ball flew towards the female pokemon, landing somewhere on the shoulder area before bouncing back and starting the process of absorbing her essence into its confines. She would feel a tingling sensation all over her body before it shone red and flashed away.<br><br>Inside the pokeball she would feel as if in a hazy state half awake and half asleep. A state where time had little meaning and thoughts were hard to form. The mental programming had nothing near like full control over her mind, only a gentle nudge to steer her in the right direction. She would become more susceptible to his commands, not blindly follow them. Though one of the most important parts of the pokeball's effects are often forgotten. It teaches the pokemon how to communicate with their trainer. After enough time and with the right stimulations they would be able to grasp the concept of speech. It was a process that took time, and speaking themselves nearly always came after understanding her trainer.
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				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>21-02-2010, 00:37:28</strong>
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				Sitting, she tried to watch the creature approach her. Things were hazy for her. Tried to feel worried, but it wasn't in her. Somewhere along the way she forgot to worry about the other.&nbsp; When she stopped worrying, she gave up the last reason she needed to fight to stay awake. To fight against what her body was asking of her. Allowing her to relax in the haziness. <br><br>Shutting down to something more basic and primative. There atually was no thought about the next charge. A feeling of almost contentment. Vaugely she was aware of more, but it did not sink too deep into her mind. At least nothing worth holding onto. Things she could examine later.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>22-02-2010, 01:25:21</strong>
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				The next thing the Tauros would notice was that the surroundings had changed. No longer was it midday, the mountains had been pushed to the horizon and the stream was nowhere to be seen. Adrian had no way of knowing if the Tauros knew this part of the land, he'd just travelled closer to the city before deciding to check out his newest pokemon.<br><br>Walking through the night breeze he judged by the moon's height that the tranquillizer should have worn off by now. Especially because of the cleansing effects the pokeball had on pokemon. It wasn't until he found a sizeable rock a the edge of a small sandy patch that he decided to release her.<br><br>The red flash carried the pokemon's body out of its container and placed it in front of her trainer, roughly twelve feet apart. Adrian was a little wary, she could charge him at any moment and so his finger stayed at the ready. Twitching slightly from the tension as it rested on the button that could send his Tauros back inside in an instant. <br><br>He gave her time to adjust though, to just take in her surroundings before he spoke. Hoping that by now her feral nature had been somewhat subdued by the pokeball's mechanisations. "Greetings Tauros, I'd like to introduce myself. Adrian Fowl, your trainer." He sat cross legged in an attempt to ease his tension somewhat. The trainer might be experienced and dominant by nature, but dealing with a pokemon that had been caught but a few hours was always tricky. He was after all, only human.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curious Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Stormkitten]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>22-02-2010, 04:11:27</strong>
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				Shaking her head. The dark hair flying around her head and horns. The tauros drew a deep breath. Finding herself sitting on the ground, a little disoriented. The fog and comfortable haze leaving her mind. It was about then she noticed the strange pokemon not far from her. That brought back some of the memories and the feeling of aggitation that she had felt earlier at his closeness. <br><br>It spoke. That seemed strange, it was strange. Part of her was aware that he was not speaking as she speaks, but she still knew what the sounds meant. There was an understanding. Like she understood the intent behind some of the sounds, but some of them had no equal to her. The concepts were foreign to her and unknown.&nbsp; <br><br>Standing up, she pawed at the ground, a little agressively. Trying to warn him away. Something in her mind said he was not going to leave but she did not believe that. Some part of her felt some fear. She did not entirely understand what he had done to her, but she knew it was something. Something she did not like. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curious Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Stormkitten]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 13:28:34</strong>
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				"Not very responsive are we?" The trainer took his sweet time to sit down on the rock, the mostly black clothing standing out against the moonlit blue of the sky. He seemed to be able to relax a bit more. Perhaps its was the fact that the Tauros hadn't charged him straight away, or it could have been the gentle breeze that kept the temperature just right. <br><br>He imagined how she must feel, wearing nothing over her bare torso. It did not take long before he caught himself staring at her breasts. It was eerie he thought, how much a lowly animal had in common with humans. Enough to interest him he thought before looking up at her face, wondering if she'd even noticed, or cared for that matter.<br><br>"Don't worry, it'll come in time. For now we'll try some simple orders." He scraped his throat, wanting to make sure this one had all the impact he could muster without going overboard. "Sit down!" A sharp, clear, order. Not yelling, but obviously with raised voice. Then all he had to do was wait and see how she reacted, and plan accordingly.
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				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 14:01:49</strong>
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				The tauros watched as he moved from the ground to the stone. It was a good size rock. The stone did make for an interesting target. It would not break like trees and made getting to him difficult. Taking him off the ground and clearly making him tower over her. That had no effect on her. Trees were taller and larger than her but they could not stand against her charge. Neither would he.&nbsp; <br><br>Her mind struggled with understanding. For some reason she could follow the sounds. Aware that there was little equal in her life but somehow her mind seemed to be trying to make the pieces fit together. It was strange. Making her more uncomfortable. She did not like. Tails swishing behind her showing her aggervation. <br><br><em> "Sit down!"</em> <br><br>The tauros found herself starting to sit. At least it seriously crossed her mind. The annoyance and aggervation was the only thing that stopped her from actually doing so. The need to charge something, anything, him was growing too strong. As she realized he had told her to sit and that she had started to obey, that was the last. No idea what kind of pokemon he was but she did not like. <br><br>Almost no warning her tail lashed at her sides and she was charging. Part of her knew it was unlikely she would actaully strike him but she planned to make her point. There was not much room to get up to speed but that did not stop her. She would merely hit it with less impact. It was not like she really expected it to move or break. The need to charge had merely became too much for her to ignore. .<br><br>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk122/Awesomon/Sprites/Tauros_Emerald.gif)
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				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 15:27:46</strong>
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				Adrian wasn't planning to get hit, he'd expected her to charge at some point in time and this was as good as any. His finger already resting on the pokeball merely pressed to button to send the Tauros back into its confines. The red flash absorbing her body and sending her back into that hazy dream-state. <br><br>"Well that went marginally worse than expected." He commented, he'd have guessed for the Tauros to at least reach the ground before deciding that wasn't what she wanted to do and charge him. "This one is going to be a hassle." He said, strengthening his determination in the process. Rolling his shoulders to free him of the muscle tension that had built up and taking a deep breath, before releasing the Tauros again. <br><br>"I'm sure you didn't like that." He commented mostly for himself, the pokemon would have quite some trouble understanding him, but that would come. "But you will understand this: Bad girl!" His voice once again raised, he had to let her know this behaviour was unacceptable. Though punishing her for it would be a mistake until he made clear exactly which behaviour was wrong. If she wouldn't respond properly to his verbal stimulations, he'd have to change the settings of the pokeball to make sure she disliked being absorbed into it. Perhaps an electric shock would suffice? For now he'd just wait and see if she was reacting any better.<br><br>"Sit down! and, Stay!" Even though this was but the second try there was a hint of frustration audible in Adrian's voice. He had grown accustomed to his pokemon obeying him to the letter. Even though he knew that wild pokemon needed some time to adjust it bothered him. Something this Tauros would feel if she kept up disobeying long enough.
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				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 23:33:06</strong>
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				One moment she was charging, then nothing. Just the calm quiet haze. It did not make sense but she did not force herself to over think it. Dismissing it as she must have hit him and expelled the toxic energy. Settling in, comfortable in that knowledge. <br><br>The thoughts had barely settled before she found herself once again on green grass, the Pokemon several feet in front of her. It didn't make sense. The tension and need had once again returned strong, as if it never went away. Her tail already swinging violently against her flank. Something she had no control over. Starting to realize she did not hit him. This was her second charge and neither time had she impacted with anything. <br><br>There was the order to sit again. Some part of her wanted to, but she could not. Physically could not. Her tail continuing o hit her from time to time, only making it worse. Her body was too tense, too frenzied. She needed to hit something to get rid of the toxic energy. It was becoming less about protecting herself or attacking him, and more about her personal comfort. She did not like it when the feeling and sensation and need built up. <br><br>Something in her seemed to click in place enough to recognize that he was asserting himself as herd leader. She had been with a herd long enough to recognize that and understand the concept. But there was something wrong. Something she could not completely understand. She was not challenging him for leadership but he still seemed to refuse to charge with her. While she had never heard of a thing, she was starting to recognize that he was somehow stopping her charge. She did not like it. <br><br>Shaking her head again. The tauros knew if he was heard leader there was an certain obligation to obey, it just was not in her physically to do so. Once again she charged toward the rock. Needing to charge someone. He seemed like the most logical choice at the moment. There was no sense in charging a tree when he was there and they could both find that calming relief. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curious Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Stormkitten]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 22:50:59</strong>
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				Adrian instinctively reached for the pokeball on his belt as he saw the beginnings of a charge, absorbing the pokemon before she could finish her charge. The bright red light once again turning her body into a state of pure data. He'd read up a bit on Tauros during the short trip away from the vale. He was headed towards the nearest human settlement, though it would take at least two days to get there on foot so he might as well make the best of it. The short introduction on their behaviour spoke of 'obsessive compulsions to charge'. So far that had been correct. The main problem was that it didn't show how to get 'rid' of said behaviour.<br><br>The trained sighed a bit, as he contemplated releasing her again. She'd no doubt want to charge something, and he wasn't too keen on that being him. The first thing that came to mind, was to use another of his pokemon. Thinking about it made it seem like the only real option he had, and thus the choice was easy to make. <br><br>This time he released the Tauros a bit further away from himself. She would no doubt feel the urge to charge rise up again fast, but there was something different. Another pokemon stood between her and her trainer. A feline pokemon with pink fur, an Espeon for those who recognised it, and a formidable opponent. She was trained, her body toned with muscles even though her main strength lay in her psychic abilities. Adrian had put quite some effort into this one and her twin sister. High levels and strong moves. <br><br>The Espeon read her trainer's mind, ready to stand in the Tauros' way. She was readying reflect, a psychic barrier with the capability to push back with double the strength of those foolish enough to attack it head on. Which was exactly what the Tauros would do, and Adrian hoped that failing this charge would knock some sense into her. <br><br>"Well, what are you waiting for Tauros. Hit me! Show me how strong you are!" He knew she'd understand part of what he said, and she didn't need more than that. What she needed now was a crushing defeat at the hands of a clearly superior opponent. Adrian was looking forward to seeing her confusion and doubt, because he could use it to mould her into something better.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Curious Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Stormkitten]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 06:17:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				This time when the calm haze settled into her mind, she recognized it was not from her charge. What it was or why was still too far out of her grasp. Still it was something different. Something she had never exprienced. And oddly she did not mind. It did not bother or scare her. <br><br>Once again she found herself on the grasp. Confused, her tail already lashing against her aggervated skin. Still trying to get over the disorientation, she heard his sound. Understanding them clearly. An invitation. A challenge. It was a little strange. Not use noise being made for a challenge. She put that in the back of her mind, its not important right now. Whats important is the charge.<br><br>She did not waste time, starting to close the distance between them. Honestly she never even noticed the other pink pokemon. Attention fully focused on the one who had started this confrontation. She still have several feet to go when her body slammed into something solid. Something harder than anything else she had come in contact with. The effect it had on her body was seriously rattled. Something she could not see. For a moment she stared, trying to figure it out. After a minute she moved back a number of feet and gave it another go, her tailing lashing at her body. Again she came against something invisble and powerful. <br><br>Shaking her head, she struggled to understand what stopped her. Being a charging pokemon, her depth perception and such were exceptional. Needing to understand where and how far she was charging. Once she was commited, there was no chance for change. This time she reached to touch the invisible barrier. Curious, almost forgetting about the pokemon and the one who claimed to be the herd leader. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Curious Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Stormkitten]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 15:55:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"What's wrong Tauros? Can't charge me? I'm sure a strong pokemon like you should be able to break your way through an invisible wall." Adrian nodded to his Espeon, who understood what he wanted nigh instantly. She used the absorbed impact to push out towards the Tauros, the force of all her charges reflected back against her. <br><br>Adrian had no doubt it would send her flying backwards, simply because she was unprepared to face such a force. If she had been, she might have dug in her hooves and endured. He smiled though, once again his human mind proved to be the better of all those pokemon techniques. <br><br>He waited for her to recover, physically. Once she'd stood up he would be ready to attack her mind again, not via his pokemon. His words would be enough, even if she understood but half of them. <br><br>"If you want to prove yourself, come at me again. Break through and charge me. And if you can't, you have no choice but to submit to me!" It was logic not meant for a human, but to a pokemon, an animal. He hoped it would work on her, though what he had read on Tauros showed indication that their minds worked similar to what he had come to expect from a lower creature.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Curious Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Stormkitten]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 17:44:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The hit was completely unexpected and almost worse than she had ever experienced before dazing her. Even though she was a charging pokemon, it still managed to hurt her. There had been no warning. No indication of a charge. She didnt see the approach. A little shaken, she started to get back up. Her head shaking, trying to shake it off. <br><br>At his words she did charge him again. Anger building up. Mind still confused as to how he had charged and hit her. Confused at how he had stopped her charge when sevearl feet still seperated them. Not certian she wanted to become part of a herd again. Fairly certian she wanted nothing to do with this strange pokemon. <br><br>As before she hit that strange barrier that she could not see. This time it did not relax her. Did not dispurse the tension, instead it seemed to build. She turned, pacing away several yards before charging again. It took several more times before she was willing to admit that she could not continue to charge like that. She felt dazed and sore moving away from him to sit on her hind legs. Shaking her head to try to clear her mind and focus again. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Curious Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Stormkitten]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 00:46:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There was a moment of silence. Adrian left the Tauros to discover just how exactly she wanted to react to this without pushing her too far, but not too long. The trainer hopped down from the stone he stood upon and nodded to his pokemon to accompany him, presumably as a defensive measure though the Tauros hadn't paid attention to her so far and probably wouldn't now either.<br><br>As he took a few steps towards the centaur like pokemon, Adrian held her corresponding pokeball up in the air. Aimed directly at her, but not absorbing her. No, this was meant as a symbol. "Look Tauros, you've seen this before. And its important for you to realise just what this ball means." <br><br>He threw the thing a feet or two in the air before catching it again, keeping this up at a steady rhythm. "This sphere means I owe you. Mind, body and soul. You're going to have to get used to that. And we'll be working together to get rid of those animalistic tendencies of yours." Adrian was aware that he was talking mostly to himself. But the Tauros would get at least part of what he was saying. The most important thing he did now though, was approach the pokemon. He wanted to touch her, calmly. Let her sniff his hand, if that was something she felt she had to do, before gently placing his hand on her head. The Espeon stood ready to intervene, but the trainer was taking risks.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Curious Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Stormkitten]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 06:57:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The tauros watched his approach. A little wary. Her paws pancing against the packed earth. Uncomfortable that he was getting closer but he was not charging. Just walking. He held up the round rock. It did not mean much to her. At least no more any any other rock. Something in her mind moved to say it was more than that, but she was unable to completely understand that. <br><br>It was hard for her to understand what he meant. She got the point that he was placing himself as her herd leader. The tauros did not think that she wanted a herd leader. She had come to terms with the life that she had. The fact that he was so strange made things more difficult for her to accept. <br><br>For the moment she continued to sit as he came closer and closer. Watching him carefully. Holding her ground. Refusing to run. When he was close enough he reached up for her face. That was too much for her, coming up from her sitting posistion, shaking her head and backing away slowly. She was not use to being touched around the head unless it was a charge. Actaully she was not sure she was comfortable being touched by him at all. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Curious Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Stormkitten]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 19:08:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Adrian had expected her to refuse, in the very least the first time. The Espeon in the background rushed forward when the Tauros moved, but lost her speed as soon as she saw no threat to her Master. The trainer could see the same virtues work to quite an intimidating effect in a Tauros. Her threatening charge would be able to scare off anything smaller than it. <br><br>The human stood still, lowering the pokeball but still holding his free hand in the air. He wanted her to get familiar with him. Not too much, for now, but at least enough to take in his smell. She would need to understand him a bit deeper before he could move further with his training.<br><br>"Come Tauros, get to know your Master." He held firm, this was something she had to do. If she refused again, he'd have to find a way to force her. His eyes showing little of his impatience, they were full of his determination.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Curious Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Stormkitten]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 22:54:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He did not follow and she did not expect him to.&nbsp; He too held his ground. Instead he ordered her to come to him. The tauros pawed the ground nervously but she knew she would either have to obey or try to escape. No doubt escaping would be difficult. Knowing that once a herd leader claimed someone, there were few choices. Maybe that was why he had charged her when she clearly no prepared. Asserting that she was not being respectful of his posistion. <br><br>A slight shudder went down her long body. Tail twitching restlessly behind her. Taking a few cautious steps toward him. Lowering her head slightly. It was not a posture of real submission but she was not prepared to attack him either. Moving to brush her length agaisnt his body. She did not really take in the account of her size compared to his, that if he was not prepared he might be forced back a step or two.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Curious Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Stormkitten]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 00:10:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Adrian had not expected her to react in quite this way, more used to the feline and canine type pokemon who were content with a sniff or two. Quick thinking on his part saved him from a humiliating stumble though, as a mental command to the Espeon not far behind him called for the support of her psychic powers. They were meant to keep him steady, but he would not stay passive in this situation. <br><br>Slowly reaching upwards with his hands, Adrian wanted to make contact with her head or horns in some way. To him it felt like a way to ensure her submission, even if it has no real meaning. He'd have to reach up to get there though, and was not about to carefully manoeuvre around her chest.<br><br>She was an animal, and would unlikely be bothered, too much, by it. But it reminded him again of how much they looked like humans, a misguiding feature some pokemon possessed. "That's better Tauros. It would be unfortunate if I had to discipline you on your first day, when you're still settling in."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Curious Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Stormkitten]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 09:47:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It did not mean anything to her that he stayed on his feet and did not even stumble. It was not meant to knock him over. At least not intentionally. The fact that he stood his ground seemed to reenforce in her mind that he had a chance of being herd leader. <br><br>As he continued to reach for her head, she found herself slightly annoyed. fo course considering the difference in them, maybe it was expected.&nbsp; More reacting on instinct or thought. The closest comparision she had was bumping heads so she attempted to do just that. She did not seem aware that he did not have horns like she did. Lower her head and lightly bump against his. Of course she was use to doing so with her own kind. It might have been gentle but she was unaware of her strength. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Curious Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Stormkitten]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>14-03-2010, 15:41:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Since the two were so close together, the Espeon had no time to stop the Tauros from what she perceived to be a possible threat. All her psychic powers were able to do was cushion the blow, somewhat. The Tauros made enough of an impact to push the man's head back and force an unpleasant look on his face. His initial reaction was instinctive, but taking a few steps backward he just sighed.<br><br>"I'll have to teach you how to be gentle with me too I realise." <br><br>Adrian seemed somewhat relieved though. He had broken the outer layer of his new pokemon's mental shell. She was showing signs of 'affection', or at least something that came close to it, in her own way. That was enough to make him feel confident enough to start her training soon, and before he knew it that idea took over his mind. Already a wealth of options flowed into his brain, creative ways to turn her into the effective fighting pokemon that he wanted. His enthusiasm had spread to his face and tone of voice.<br><br>"And that teaching will begin soon, I'll put you back into your pokeball for a while and when you get out again you'd better have rested because I'm going to put you through your paces." <br><br>The trainer knew that she would slowly learn to understand what he meant, and that for now she'd find out eventually. He was true to his word, as soon enough he pressed the button on the side of his belt and the Tauros was back into her hazy state of confinement. With no real sense of time the journey to one of the Fowl family mansions was over before she knew it began. For Adrian too it had been an uneventful two days of travelling back to the nearest town before finding a faster mode of transportation. Taking another half a day before the trainer and his pokemon arrived.<br><br>The Tauros would only know that when she appeared again, the scenery had changed. Though her company had remained the same. The trainer stood on a small platform, proudly watching his new pokemon coalescence into shape from the red light. He'd carefully arranged the surrounding area here into fully fledged training grounds. They were clear but for the Espeon guard that stood besides the platform. Adrian smiled, this was where the real fun began. Either his pokemon would listen to him, or he'd 'get' to punish her.<br><br>"Now, Tauros, run a lap around the field." He used his right hand to point out the rectangle course around the grounds. "I'll be timing you, so make it quick." He couldn't help but imagine her all tired and sweaty, something that would push him, to push her. A small grin appeared, he was looking forward to seeing her work for him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Curious Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Stormkitten]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>14-03-2010, 20:12:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The tauros knew things had changed. She did not know how. There were lots of new sights, new sounds, new smells. It made her nervous. Pawing at the ground. Head shaking. Tail twitching uncomfortable. He was here. That further confused her. To many thinks she did not completely understand. Did not like not understanding. <br><br>He made noise and her attention turned to him. Other things that she did not understand. What did time matter? Was he going to race her? It was not common for her kind to frace, typically herd mentality kicked and it was a matter of working toward a common goal. Another moment or two of confusion and she choose her target across the field. Lashing herself, her flank with her tail, encouraging herself to go faster. <br><br>It took no time for her to slam into a small tree on the other side. Hitting at full speed. There was satisfaction that the tree easily snapped. Head shaking, pawing slightly. Looking around, she realized this was the farthest she had been from him. There was plenty of temptation not to return.&nbsp; Figuring if he was herd leader enough, he could catch her.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Curious Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Stormkitten]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 21:27:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There was no point in simply returning her to the pokeball right now. After all, he was attempting to train the stubborn beast. She'd have to start listening to him soon though, if she wanted to avoid his harsher methods. Though something in the back of Adrian's mind told him that he'd find an excuse to show those hard methods anyway.<br><br>"Get back and stand in front of me! You're lucky I won't punish you for disobeying me already." His voice was harsh, though she had no reason to fear his words yet. That was something she'd have to learn soon enough the trainer thought. Unless she had a sudden change of mind and started showing more forthcoming behaviour.<br><br>In preparation of his next attempt to make the witless beast do what he wanted her to do, Adrian summoned another creature. The Espeon's sister, Umbreon. Very alike in appearance, but a deep hue of black with gold instead of the light pink. He would have the Tauros chase her, so that he could get an accurate rating of her speed, but it was hard enough to make her understand simple tasks. For now it would come down to whether or not she could obey this single, simple command. Her corresponding pokeball already buzzing slightly, she was nearing the outmost distance it would allow her to move. If she did attempt to run, the device would automatically retreat her. Adrian didn't even bother to watch her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Curious Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Stormkitten]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 02:00:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				For a minute, the Tauros watched him from across the field. He was upset. She was not entirely sure why. She had done what he said. She had run across the open grass. Shaking her head, she started across the yard a full charge, aiming for him. He wanted her to come, she would come. <br><br>Hooves pounding against the grass. Head angeld down in a charge, hair flowing behind her. The three strands of her tail viciously beat at her sides. Making her legs move faster. Hitting the ground harder. The distance moves quickly, she is almost on top of him soon. Preaparing to strike him, her logic deducting that was what he wanted when he called her back. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Curious Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Stormkitten]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>24-03-2010, 23:52:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With a few hurried motions of his hand the trainer had sent his Espeon on an intercept course. He wasn't about to trust the creature to stop, especially considering what happened to that tree at the end of the training field. It didn't take long for the Psychic feline to set up an invisible wall in the charging Tauros' path. With the speed that beast had it wouldn't take long before she slammed straight into it, resulting in quite the crash. <br><br>Adrian sighed, he wasn't satisfied with her progress. Some pokemon learned language instantly, or at least understood what their trainer meant. Others were a bit slower, but she'd spent several days inside the device and it seemed that she simply didn't <em>want </em>to learn. That was something he'd have to deal with then, and as the thought came to mind he realised he had enough of her frolicking. <br><br>With nothing other than a thought brought strongly to the front of his mind he called his Espeon's attention. "Its time to get this pokemon on the right track." He said out loud for the pokemon in question to hear. Even though she'd probably understand little of it, his tone of voice showed that he was asserting himself. In the very least more so than he had done before.<br><br>Upon his mental command the Psychic pokemon pressed the larger Tauros down to the ground. Invisible force wrapping itself around all her legs and arms, pulling her as low as they could manage. Her strength lay in charging, building up speed and absorbing the resulting impact better than her opponent, not in short bursts of strength. That meant she'd have a hard time getting loose, and Adrian was going to make the most of it. Walking over to her and grabbing one of her horns to force her to look at him.<br><br>"My patience is wearing thin, beast. Either you start showing that you're ready and willing to listen to me, or I'm going to force you!" Part of him said that she simply didn't know better, but a far larger part cried out that she defied his superiority, and it was&nbsp; that part that she should be ware of.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Curious Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Stormkitten]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>25-03-2010, 02:06:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Once again she hit that invisible wall. Hard. It rocked her. Pawing slightly at the ground, shaking her head. Trying to shake off the effects. Tail swinging docilely behind her. The sudden pressure was strange. Physically no one touching her, but she could feel touch. Trying to shake it off. The pressure got worse. Forcing her to sit. Then forcing her adomen to the ground.&nbsp; <br><br>Struggling to get loose. Never had anything like this happened to her. It was terrifying. Her attention was yanked to the strange creature as he grabbed a hold of her horn. She had never been touched like that before. There was a feeling of helplessness. She did not like it. Did not like it at all. <br><br>"I did listen to you... I ran. I returned. " Voice slightly higher pitched. While she watned to ignore him, he was making that impossible. She was upset and stressed. Needed to get free soon. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Curious Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Stormkitten]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>25-03-2010, 22:29:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You ran alright, you threatened ME with your charge." He did realise she spoke a normal sentence for the first time, and that was something to be commended. Though being in this position, seeing her so helpless before him, only made Adrian want to go further instead of holding back. His eyes still locked on her's, keeping her attention fixed simply because he held her horn. "I applaud you for your progress on speech, I was beginning to wonder whether you'd learn at all. Though it seems I'll have to teach you some things before we can make this, partnership, work." <br><br>Letting go of her horn only to grab hold of her chin, Adrian sought to slightly change his approach. He was still in control, but with a bit more finesse. "When you approach me, your Trainer and Master, you do so slowly. If I ever get the impression you dare to challenge my authority, you will be punished for it. In fact, I might punish you right now unless you mange to convince me that you weren't threatening my authority." Letting her chin go, Adrian took a step back. His smug grin showed that he was looking forward to this. <br><br>"Grovel for me, press your fine breasts into the ground and ask me for forgiveness." The Tauros could feel the invisible force slowly release her while Adrian stood there towering over her for once. The Espeon was still very ready to take her down if need be though.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Curious Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Stormkitten]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>25-03-2010, 23:28:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Tauros could not begin understand what his problem was. Even after he explained it. The charge was a natural thing. It was not meant to be malacious or a challenge as he seemed to believe. Her previous charges had been met well, even if she did not completely understand how. She hadnt injured him. Actaully she was not sure she really got close to him. <br><br>Convincing was another concept she did not understand. Even with her limited new understanding of the concept of forgiveness, she did not see reason for it in this case. The pressure started to ease and she immedaitely moved to stand again. Trying to get up. Not that she noticed the fact that he stood taller than her, laying like this was merely an unnatural posistion. <br><br>"No"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Curious Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Stormkitten]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>01-04-2010, 14:56:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"No?" Adrian asked her in a mocking laughter. With just a nod to the Espeon the Tauros could feel herself pulled down again. "You think you can say no?" The trainer took a step closer to his newly caught pokemon and with his right hand slapped her firmly across the cheek. It was not meant to hurt her per se, but just to show her how little she could do to stop him. <br><br>"You think you, an object in my possession, has the right to deny me?" By now his tone had taken on a grave tone, his eyes growing smaller as his pupils grew larger. The look of a predator surfaced, one that would allow no chance of his prey getting away. "You are NOTHING without me! And I have no more patience to waste on your ignorant behaviour." <br><br>Taking up a position in front of her, he used the device mounted on his arm to wireless download an item to his location. The technology that made it possible to store living creatures inside small spherical devices had long since evolved in a way that allowed the transfer of matter. But this was all unimportant to the Tauros, as her Master now stood before her holding a riding crop. Elegantly designed with markings all over the hilt and a particularly hard tip, possibly reinforced leather. <br><br>"I realise now that I can't teach you with words, but luckily for you I've long since learned how to do without them. Your body will understand simple reinforcements, and I personally prefer negative ones. So, for anything you do <em>wrong</em>, you'll be punished." He let the leather slap on the open palm of his left hand a few times, just to hear the sound, while he eyed her. Giving her too little time to reply, he resumed. "I've explained it to you now, and I'll proceed with putting it to practise."<br><br>He raised the flog up high enough for the shadow to flash across the Tauros' eyes, and it landed on the upper side of her left breast. The wide leather tip pressing down into her soft flesh and retreating slowly as it left its mark. Adrian casually watched a nice red welt bubble to the surface, but was nowhere near done yet. The series of blows that came ended with the sixth in a row, all over the sides of her breasts. She should consider herself lucky for not getting any worse, but Adrian had a feeling she'd call that over herself soon enough. <br><br>"Scream for me, let me hear your body cry out for mercy!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Curious Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Stormkitten]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>16-05-2010, 10:02:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There was pure and utter shock went through her as he slapped her. Having never known suck a thing before. Cheek slightly reddened. Not really painful, more mental. Mostly consumed in her own shock, paying little attention to him. Even less to his words. They bounced around in her ears but made little sense. Not really having concept of possession. Nor realizing she had done anything wrong or out of the ordinary. His words were unlikely to convince her otherwise. <br><br>The sharp crack brings her attention finally back to him. Still not really following his line of conversation. At least not in anyway she cared about or thought concerned her. Still trying to process how much was relevant, pain errupted. Worse than any sticker bush or bug bite.Eyes going wide, panicked.&nbsp; Screaming, the sound high pitch, slightly whinny. It renewed her desperation to get up. To move her arms to cover herself. Fear and the strange pain radiating in her mind. Feelings and sensations she had previously never known. The pain continued sevearl more times. Each time she screamed and struggled. Despearte to make it stop but unable to do much. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Curious Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Stormkitten]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maximillian Crowloft</strong> on <strong>23-05-2010, 23:12:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You won't be able to get up Tauros! You're at my mercy, and have done little to earn it." The trainer pushed the tight end of the whip against her cheek to regain her attention, and would slap it across the side of her face if she didn't snap out of it. <br><br>"You are my possession Tauros, and you will do as I say. You will get up, Slowly, and wait for instructions. And if you get it into your thick head that you can disobey me I'll show you how much worse it can get!" <br><br>Adrian was almost screaming at her, but his Espeon had taken the mental hint and made sure that his message was relayed directly into the head of the Tauros. The double barrage of both his harsh words and the mental pressure would have quite an impact on the pokemon, and if it didn't Adrian would make sure his many tools did.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Curious Passions of a Trainer's Mind [Maximillian Crowloft and Stormkitten]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>stormkitten</strong> on <strong>24-05-2010, 17:27:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Eyes wide as he gains her attention. Filled with fear. Unsure what exactly what was happening. Not like the pain, hating the inablity to move even worse. Still not exactly getting the point that she was suppose to be listening to his words. More or less reaching a point that instincts dictated more than any rational thought she might have come up with. <br><br>The pain in her cheek was a complete shock. Alightly painful but it seemed to get her full attention. He was saying she could stand up. Latching on to that part. That was what she needed. Needed to stand up. She stood up as fast as the pressure eased. A shudder ran through her body. Tail twitching restless and nervous. <br><br>"Let me go..." Whinning softly. Trying to raise her hooves to paw at the ground nervously. "... let go..."<br><br>
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