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Arcanite's Journal
Location: Verdant Grove
Date: November 26, 2018

Finally! That was way more work than I needed to do!

Looking at the Leafeon now, I'm reminded that all this started because I couldn't catch her best friend. The cute if somewhat oblivious fluff butt was surprisingly difficult to pin down, but eventually I'd managed it and started to restrain her for the trip home. I'd barely gotten the limbs done when I spotted the oncoming attack, diverting my attention. That was ... not a pleasant experience. The Grass-type was a shocking competent fighter, seeming to know every trick for fighting an opponent eight times her mass, and eventually I had to admit this wasn't worth it. I'd chase down some less painful target some other time.

Nonetheless, I wasn't willing to just run away, and some other day I was out hunting again. This time, the Leafeon found me first. I'd like to think this was a slightly more fair encounter, but it ended in basically the same way. This I suppose is what happens when your opponent only wants to escape while you want something more than that! I was obviously going to need much, much more in the way of preparation ... and now I found that I didn't care about her friend anymore. I was not going to let anyone, least of all not some spiky photosynthetic female, from stopping me. Completely unacceptable! I was going to take every measure I could to bring her down, no matter how much it hurt to do so.

And eventually I managed it! It took far more preparation than any mere Grass-type should have required, and the encounter still left me scratched all over, but the Leafeon was unable to resist any further. I must have been deliriously gleeful as I bound her paws and body, having brought my usual mitts and cuffs as opposed to the mere ropes I wasn't going to waste time with on this one. Before I gagged her, I asked her name—it turned out to be Savannah. What a nice name. I find it hard to think of something better to call her ... perhaps something will come to me later.

Regardless, I had my newest guest home as soon as I could manage, the hot damp air of the ruined structure I'd picked as my lair being equally comfortable for the both of us, I imagine. Finding her the corner with the heaviest and most tightly-fitted stone blocks to prevent any clever ruses with plants or vines, I started in on permanently harnessing her—no toying around with lighter affairs first! Savannah seemed to be more irate than scared, and spent the time steadfastly ignoring me. Is it true that such females also have a sweeter side? I'm sure I'll find it eventually. In the meantime, though, as I strapped the collar and rear plate tightly against her body, I could tell—if only by her scent—that she was starting to be worn down. Who wouldn't be, given my obvious superiority and power?

As I write this, the Leafeon continues to look about her, as if trying to find some means of escape. I can certainly let her look all she wants. I have eyes only for one thing right now, and with her head low and her hind legs spread, she surely must know what or who that is. I think I'm doing people a service, really, keeping this vicious little rhododendron locked away and unable to stop other people from enjoying themselves. Now she has the opportunity to have some fun of her own! Maybe this was more effort than was entirely worthwhile, but I think that I'll be able to get most of it back.

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Description
Arcanite's Journal
Location: Verdant Grove
Date: November 26, 2018

Finally! That was way more work than I needed to do!

Looking at the Leafeon now, I'm reminded that all this started because I couldn't catch her best friend. The cute if somewhat oblivious fluff butt was surprisingly difficult to pin down, but eventually I'd managed it and started to restrain her for the trip home. I'd barely gotten the limbs done when I spotted the oncoming attack, diverting my attention. That was ... not a pleasant experience. The Grass-type was a shocking competent fighter, seeming to know every trick for fighting an opponent eight times her mass, and eventually I had to admit this wasn't worth it. I'd chase down some less painful target some other time.

Nonetheless, I wasn't willing to just run away, and some other day I was out hunting again. This time, the Leafeon found me first. I'd like to think this was a slightly more fair encounter, but it ended in basically the same way. This I suppose is what happens when your opponent only wants to escape while you want something more than that! I was obviously going to need much, much more in the way of preparation ... and now I found that I didn't care about her friend anymore. I was not going to let anyone, least of all not some spiky photosynthetic female, from stopping me. Completely unacceptable! I was going to take every measure I could to bring her down, no matter how much it hurt to do so.

And eventually I managed it! It took far more preparation than any mere Grass-type should have required, and the encounter still left me scratched all over, but the Leafeon was unable to resist any further. I must have been deliriously gleeful as I bound her paws and body, having brought my usual mitts and cuffs as opposed to the mere ropes I wasn't going to waste time with on this one. Before I gagged her, I asked her name—it turned out to be Savannah. What a nice name. I find it hard to think of something better to call her ... perhaps something will come to me later.

Regardless, I had my newest guest home as soon as I could manage, the hot damp air of the ruined structure I'd picked as my lair being equally comfortable for the both of us, I imagine. Finding her the corner with the heaviest and most tightly-fitted stone blocks to prevent any clever ruses with plants or vines, I started in on permanently harnessing her—no toying around with lighter affairs first! Savannah seemed to be more irate than scared, and spent the time steadfastly ignoring me. Is it true that such females also have a sweeter side? I'm sure I'll find it eventually. In the meantime, though, as I strapped the collar and rear plate tightly against her body, I could tell—if only by her scent—that she was starting to be worn down. Who wouldn't be, given my obvious superiority and power?

As I write this, the Leafeon continues to look about her, as if trying to find some means of escape. I can certainly let her look all she wants. I have eyes only for one thing right now, and with her head low and her hind legs spread, she surely must know what or who that is. I think I'm doing people a service, really, keeping this vicious little rhododendron locked away and unable to stop other people from enjoying themselves. Now she has the opportunity to have some fun of her own! Maybe this was more effort than was entirely worthwhile, but I think that I'll be able to get most of it back.

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