You're a Salazzle, one of the most dangerous predators around here. Your natural appearance was plenty alluring for many Pokémon, with the god-like smooth scales, the hypnotic colors of your red marks over your abdomen and legs, your large and thick thighs, your significant bust, and a face that seems to be built specifically to look as seductive as possible. You were a figure of pure beauty, built to lure any unfortunate Pokémon that spied you. Even you felt you had to be careful you weren't looking at yourself for too long, for you felt even you'd fail to pull your lavender eyes away from yourself.
Even if your looks didn't work on a Pokémon, you had another weapon: your smell. You expelled a beautiful pheromone that'd lull anyone that sniffed it into a trance. When that happened, your prey was practically wrapped around your finger. You smiled as you remembered seeing the smile on many Pokémons' faces as they marched into your maw before sending themselves down your throat. Even if you didn't eat anyone high on your stench, they could always serve you a purpose. Even now, a few Salandits were out searching for weak Pokémon to drag off to you, and one Salandit was still quaking after all of the... attention you gave it.
Today, you felt like you should work in some exercise. You'd get out into the world, and search for some poor Pokémon looking for a nice, strong, powerful Pokémon to rule over them. You began crawling up to the mouth of your cave, towards the outside world. Outside, you were greeted by sunlight, glistening off of your beautiful scales. Now, where would some wimpy Pokémon be?
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