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Post by darkpidgeot on Jun 8, 2008 9:27:34 GMT -8
There was the sound of something being dragged along slowly across the dirt. Looking up to the sky, little beady eyes squinted as the creature tried to figure out what time it was. With a sigh, the pokemon continued to drag itself along. Four yellow tendril things came out of a rusty red shell that dragged the pokemon's body around. The pace the Mold pokemon was going at was so slow that it wasn't funny. Their species weren't meant for speed but it got to be a bother sometimes at their lag. Despite that, the pokemon had business to conduct here in Neither territory and, sooner or later, he will find what he was looking for.
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