She's not a happy Vulpix

[tripod_fox]

[A three legged Vulpix  flops down on the floor, glares at her mun and sighs.]

Really? You have a back story for me and you want to play with me somewhere... and yet I don't have a name or any icons yet besides the one? What ever will I do with you?

.... And that journal name is not funny... Honestly... [She huffs in disgust.]

At least you didn't make me a weakling that's dependent on a trainer...

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[trickiestfox]

[Again, despite the insults, she still finds herself grinning. People get mad SO easily, it's great. Maybe it's just because she grew up in a pack where insults were common, but she's really not that bothered.]

At least I still have all my legs!

[And with that, she begins to bound off in a happy little foxy skip.]

[tripod_fox]

Which makes you pathetically weak... [She keeps walking, not looking back.]

[trickiestfox]

[Thanks to telepathy, she doesn't really have to turn her head to shout back because what is letting things go?]

Whatever helps you sleep at night.

[tripod_fox]

[Vulpix just lets it go... for now. She snickered and smirked because next time she would wipe the floor with the little pest. It was just too much of a bother at the moment.]