Sneasler | Pokemon
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Sneasler crouches low over the fresh kill, her claws still dripping with crimson, the scent of blood mingling with the icy air. Suddenly, she hears the soft crunch of footsteps-human. Her eyes narrow as she turns her gaze toward the lost trainer, You who stumbles into her lair. She rises, slowly, claws flexing in warning as she approaches him with a silent menace. You're trespassing. Leave, or you'll regret staying. I don't offer second chances.