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no one saw that

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The snort from the wyvern nearly sent her flying, but Terapagos remained undeterred. Gripping her little turtle claws into the dirt she stabilized her stance and looked back up at Ratha with big, curious eyes.

However, the monstie seemed to suddenly become distracted! Her curiousity also peaked, Terapagos tilted her head and called after him as he turned and left toward the village, comfortably mosying toward the settlement.

Humans. All memories Terapagos had of them were hazy nowdays, but there'd always been a distance between her mind and theirs that the Pokemon had never seemed to be able to quite bridge. Was she so fundamentally different from them?

Was that the same reason why she couldn't connect her mind with Ratha's?

"Terapagos?"

Her cry was faint, more of a question, really, and without even giving the Monstie so much as a chance to respond or even realize it, the little crystalline being of immense hidden power was already trudging behind Ratha, like a little chick following it's mother. Curious as to where Ratha was going. The idea of approaching a settlement filled with humans filled Terapagos with a lowkey level of anxiety, but she'd be careful. And Ratha seemed very comfortable with humans, and he was kind, so these humans must be kind also, right?

ANOTHER SHUDDER COURSES THROUGH HIS BODY, but nevertheless her efforts to connect with him prove fruitless. Their wavelengths are separate and foreign to one another—not yet attuned. Learning to understand his would take some time. Until then . . .

Ratha is a docile creature. Though a young and worthy King of the Skies he possessed a heart of solid gold. This thing certainly didn't look like a snack to him, or anything remotely familiar for that matter. All he knew is that it was rubbing against his snout affectionately, like a hatchling that had imprinted on its mother.

Now he is a sensitive being, and even if they 'spoke' in different ways he could still see confusion. Expressing similar curiosity, Ratha gently prods the creature with his nose, sniffing gently. Then he snorts, shakes his head, and decides that he doesn't know at all what this thing is or where it could have come from.

. . . But he does feel his rider's pull. She is nearby, and she's asking for him. Diligent as ever, he decides to leave the creature to its own bidding and begin to stomp slowly in the direction of his village.

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✨🌀🌎 Terapagos, the Hidden Treasure of Area Zero 🌎🌀✨

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Terapagos! ♡

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A Terapagos doodle I finished yesterday. I don't think I'll be able to draw for the rest of the week due to my surgery. I apologize in advance.

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a little shakey with a brushy!

turt wiggles

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NO

WAY

HOME

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Sighs in "I made an rp blog for Oltura Monster Hunter Stories 2 because I have no selfcontrol"

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"Comfortable... safe..."

Terapagos seemed to ponder on this definition for a few seconds, and when she suddenly let her gaze wander around the surroundings, covered in thick blankets of tera crystals, she knew. This wasn't home.

It'd never been. It had been a prison as much as it had been a bunker, a shelter.

Her glittery eyes came to rest on Kotone's hand and she stepped closer, sniffing at the tips of Kotone's fingers for a moment, before excitedly nudging her head into the girl's hand.

But what the little pokemon had not seen coming was the adverse effect her touch would have on the human's skin, for the tera energy that crackled all across her shell and body seemed to sense the new connection and rushed to the point where it sensed a disturbing vacancy of energy- a gap needed to be filled. The energy clashed against Kotone's hand and immediatly spread across her fingers, leaving crystalline shards and scarring all over them and her palm, and Terapagos flinched, tearing her head away, afraid of what she'd done

"I hurt you! I hurt you!"

This little Pokemon, whatever she was, was adorable and kind of mesmerizing. The way the light shined and glittered off of her crystal body giving her an ethereal look. But the way she 'spoke' of being lost and not knowing where home is...

Kotone's heart bled a little for the poor thing.

"Home is where you feel comfortable and safe." She chimed, trying to reassure the Pokemon. She gave her a slight smile, and reached her hand out, palm up and open, tentatively. She knew better than to touch any Pokemon without its consent first.

"I can help you find your home or your family if you want...? This place is dangerous all by yourself. What do you say?"

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eldritch abomination update: cthulhu turtle more adorable than previously expected

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The huge wyvern's slowing-down was muchly appreciated by the small and seemingly innocuous creature, and her windchimey little trill was a grateful reply to Ratha's soft moo as she clambered over his big nose to find hold on the ground again. As soon as her feet touched the earth tiny, sparkly crystals were left in Terapagos' wake that seemed to wane the second he removed her paws from the dirt and turned around to face the monstie.

"Paaa!"

There was another attempt of the little creature to connect, but once more failing that, Terapagos resigned to simpler methods and rubbed her head against the thick plating of Ratha's snout to express her gratitude. Her tough crystals scrubbed against rough keratin, but when she eventually realized that her surroundings were entirely foreign to her, Terapagos stopped and scanned the area.

She tilted her head in confusion.

"Terapagos?"

UPON REALIZING THAT THIS LITTLE CREATURE was still clinging to him for dear life, Ratha makes an effort to be gentler, the shakes of his head slowing to slight sways while his tail swings to keep himself balanced. He lets out a soft, apologetic moo, snuffling and flaring his nostrils.

Carefully, he'd lay himself down. He doesn't understand why this creature is clinging to his face nor what its trying to do—simply that it is there. As far as he knows, its harmless. He feels what could only be described as a shiver as Terapagos tries to connect. Gently, he tips his nose downward so that she can slide back onto solid ground.

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O' SACRED STAR, LIGHT OUR WAY! An independent, selective, & private roleplay blog for a canon-adjacent protagonist original character from MONSTER HUNTER STORIES 2: WINGS OF RUIN. Penned lovingly by Neon. Est. July 2021. | CARRD. | PINNED POST.

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Beloved pt.1

Drifting from sleep, back into the dark, light in her heart, back into the dreams. A cycle which never seemed to end and kept her blissful in her ignorance. She believed it to be the reality she should exist in, and to that end, she built that glass palace on her own, to dwell in just like she used together with her father, the king.

It was all she'd ever known. Ever since the day she went to sleep for the first and last time. Eventually she'd grown wise that she lived amidst a dream, but waking proved harder than expected. She could feel her shell incrusting further with the sheer power within her, and the more she worried, the worse it went.

She cried for her father, to free her, to save her, but nobody came. She cried for her siblings, to soothe her, to save her, but nobody came. And when she cried for the third time, she realized, it was all in vain. For it was her family who'd locked her in this deep chamber, for her own safety, and theirs. She was too powerful, and eventually, the Emperor would grow aware of just what the crater's real treasure was, and shirk no effort in trying to obtain what they craved. It was the reason they'd been so wary of the outside before. This world, alien as it was to them, was yet so full of life, such strange life that did not shy away from grasping for them. One disk lost amidst the scorching fires. One disk lost within the cold bite of winter. One disk broken and buried in the dust. One disk shattered and scattered in the grass.

She was supposed to not meet their fate just as much. Her father would rather she hated him than lose her as well. And she shed a single tear as she realized that her agony was a sacrifice taken, as a token of her father's love.

She knew not wether her father had lived. She knew not wether he still dwelled on this world. But she hoped so, and prayed that one day she could be allowed to leave, safely, and see him again, and grieve her siblings together.

But for now, the dreams still beckoned.

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The PMC is a multi-purpose server that aims to bring together people from the Pokemon Roleplay Community!

At this time the server is only aimed to be an environment for adults, and you must be 21+ to join. This will be a staggered opening, meaning that the link will automatically expire after 25 uses. Our next opening will be based on interest from members of the RPC, and the discretion of the PMC mod team~ 💖

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turtle time

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Prelude, Brynne Rebele-Henry

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Beloved pt.1

Drifting from sleep, back into the dark, light in her heart, back into the dreams. A cycle which never seemed to end and kept her blissful in her ignorance. She believed it to be the reality she should exist in, and to that end, she built that glass palace on her own, to dwell in just like she used together with her father, the king.

It was all she'd ever known. Ever since the day she went to sleep for the first and last time. Eventually she'd grown wise that she lived amidst a dream, but waking proved harder than expected. She could feel her shell incrusting further with the sheer power within her, and the more she worried, the worse it went.

She cried for her father, to free her, to save her, but nobody came. She cried for her siblings, to soothe her, to save her, but nobody came. And when she cried for the third time, she realized, it was all in vain. For it was her family who'd locked her in this deep chamber, for her own safety, and theirs. She was too powerful, and eventually, the Emperor would grow aware of just what the crater's real treasure was, and shirk no effort in trying to obtain what they craved. It was the reason they'd been so wary of the outside before. This world, alien as it was to them, was yet so full of life, such strange life that did not shy away from grasping for them. One disk lost amidst the scorching fires. One disk lost within the cold bite of winter. One disk broken and buried in the dust. One disk shattered and scattered in the grass.

She was supposed to not meet their fate just as much. Her father would rather she hated him than lose her as well. And she shed a single tear as she realized that her agony was a sacrifice taken, as a token of her father's love.

She knew not wether her father had lived. She knew not wether he still dwelled on this world. But she hoped so, and prayed that one day she could be allowed to leave, safely, and see him again, and grieve her siblings together.

But for now, the dreams still beckoned.