"Chaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrboooooooook ...." An Arbok slithered into the musky forest, quiet as a Rattata. He slipped and drifted over the leaves, searching for a new meal. "Chaarr..." He stopped and turned to his left, he scented a 'Mon. He silently scanned the area and- and- and- JUMPED on the little Eevee. It shrieked and howled, kicking and biting. The Arbok shrank away, alarmed by the racket and disappeared into the undergrowth.