It's a tragic story. The trainer who gets caught off guard by a Pokémon of such rarity that they never expected to see such a thing in the wild. A pair of big, glaring eyes meet theirs, flash-freezing all their limbs into quivering, rigid, useless lumps. Even as they're stripped down by dextrous vines, as their body is placed on a mass of coils and their feet fed into the warm, hungry maw, the Serperior keeps eye contact, propping up the lolling head with its tail. Only when it's far, far too late will the contact be broken, and the paralysis start to wear off. By then, this poor trainer will already be most of the way into their fate, squirming in a long throat on the way to an even longer digestion...

But such is the way of the wild Pokémon!

A little stress relieving thing I've been working on, as by now I suppose you know I'm wont to do. I'd call it a prequel to this old favourite here, only I think the orientation of coils in that one implies the prey went down head-first. Still, it's nice to see how far along I've come since then!

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