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solo wild

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A snarl, guttural and vicious. It escapes her effortlessly, dissipating into the air around her. Impatience clings to every inch of her body, every fiber of her being. She has never had the virtue, truthfully. It always escapes her grasp, replaced by hot fury instead. Her team is used to this reaction, however. This ferocity she possesses... It's normal to them.[break][break]

Perhaps that's why snarls filter back to her, vibrating against ear drums. Metagross and Steelix, Aes and Aeris. Her metallic duo, her precious collection of cutthroat steel. The woman wouldn't have anything else. No other type, no other Pokemon but them. They complete her, oddly enough. Without them, she would probably be nothing.[break][break]

She seeks more, however. More than her duo, more than just settling for two. No, she wants an arsenal, an army to snarl back at her with malicious intensity. And so, she continues to hunt, impatient at the growing lack of steel. A few small Pokemon scramble in and out of her path, squeals of terror following their departures. Music to her ears, really. The weak weed themselves out so she can turn her sights on the strong. The metallic, the cruel, the cold. She'll take them all, gladly.[break][break]

"Begin the hunt," comes in a growl, low and harsh. Her Pokemon understand her intentions, her desires. They fan out, Aeris lingering behind her while Aes stomps ahead with steel claws. Their formation is pristine, practiced and poised. Everything she needs it to be, everything prepared for the thrill of the hunt.[break][break]

They'll find the strong, digging and digging until they strike gold.

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