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So UHHHH...... I did a thing.

I still wanted to write about my Kyurem! Drayden Au, but I have currently been CONSUMED by my other Au for PLA.

But I still wanna get back to talking about it. I see from time to time, I'll just post a thing or two about it.

TW: Character death mention

(This is a scene feat. a young Drayden (21) grieving over his 'twin" brother (pokemon Oc) Wyvett. I have a thing written out for their meeting, but I had this part written out first.)

Hope you enjoy!

Drayden didnt say much at the funeral, staring at the headstone. His mind swirled with emotions and questions as he stared down at the words carved.

“Wyvett Grey, born xx-xx , died xx-xx.  A beloved son, brother and Father.”

He had taken in his brother’s Trapinch and Swablu as his own. It was the right thing to do, since he along with Wyvett had caught them together, to help fill out his brother’s pokedex for the museum. In honor of his brother, he promised to take good care of them. To make sure they were loved, cherished like any good partner.

Now he was the sole heir of the Grey family, tasked to carry on their legacy. Their history.

But yet… It felt wrong.  HE was wrong.

Wyvett should be here. Not 6 feet under. A human. Not an ancient Dragon’s soul shambling around in a human body. The family, fortune, the pokemon.. They belonged to Wyvett, not some fake. Why was he still standing??? This wasn't HIS, this belongs to Wyvett!

Why were human lives so.. Fragile? Their kind.. Full of potential, yet it could be snapped in an instant. Here one day, then gone the next...

He looked around, seeing the other there at the funeral, feeling the rainfall bring him back to reality.

He could see his mother and father, now older in age, comforting a sobbing woman. Wyvett’s fiance, he thought. He had heard of her plenty from Wyvett's ever long chatter, though Drayden could never recall her name. Wyvett said he would marry the girl after finding out she was having twins. Although those days will not come anytime soon…

Darling, his Fraxure stood next to their master, shivering from the rain but stood alongside them. Their head leaned on his leg, a sudden comfort he didn't know he needed, a way to ground himself.

Skipper, the named Vibrava rested on Drayden’s head,using its diamond shaped wings to block away the rain. Drayden appreciated it, although the young man’s face was more wet with tears than the rain.

It isnt fair. It WASN'T fair.

They were supposed to be a team. Taking on the world, together. Wyvett was the researcher,and Drayden was the planner. A duo. Both had dreams, ambitions.  Now it was shattered by the reality of Yveltal’s claws.. 

He felt empty once again. When he and his family got home, he locked himself in his room, refusing to talk into anyone else. For days. Weeks, Drayden cried in there for hours, ice and frost chilling the room in his grief. His mother and father had tried to coax him out to talk to them, but only to  be met with silence.

He hated it. That gnawing feeling.. A hole that he needed to be filled. 

Since his creation, he’s felt he was lacking.. Something.  When Truth and Ideals became their own after being sprouted, he was left to pick up the rest of his own broken spirit. Left to find his missing pieces once very reincarnation. He has tried to find substitutes when he couldn't find them… This being one, but yet time and time again, he was left with this aching feeling.. 

Now it hurt… even worse..

The Swablu popped out of its pokeball, its quiet chirping signaling the young man to look up. It sat its feet, its beak nibbling on its pant leg.

He sniffled, picking up the tiny avian. “Hey.. Sorry, you must be sad too about all of this, huh?”

The Swablu chirped sadly in his hands, nuzzling into his palm. Its cloud-like feathers are trying to give him a bit of comfort, trying to soak up his tears.

Drayden gently patted it, appreciating its efforts. He frowned when it started to shiver, soon noticing his ice covered room. Right.. How could he be so careless..? Dragon types are so weak to the cold.. and here he was, almost making them turn into popsicles.

He wipes his eyes, waving off the ice on the walls with his hand. He takes a deep, shaking away the sadness in his head.

Wyvett wouldn't have wanted him to break down like this. He was a Grey, Dragons damn it! If anything, his twin would want him to keep going, not hide like some cowardly Rattata. if not his own sake, but his.

He inherited  his brother’s legacy, taking the family name to his heart. It was his job, to keep it strong and resilient, like the twin dragons their family prayed to… After all.. he represented that.

“Wysteria,” Drayden spoke to the Swablu, hearing it chirp. “Wyvie would've wanted you to be named that.. Do you like it?”

The Swablu chirped happily, the little avian dragon-type flapping its little wings. Seeing it excited brought a bit of joy to the young man’s heart, the first smile he had done in weeks..

The young man gets up from his spot, walking over to his brother's desk, full is pictures and many notes on pokemon. Drayden had it organized like a shrine, something he could look to remember his brother by. A picture of him and Wyvett sat in the middle of it.

Wysteria hopped down from Drayden's hand, nudging something on the desk. It was a small opened box, which held a small yellow and green diamond brooch. He remembered that their father had given it to him on their 18th birthday. An heirloom passed down from generation to generation. Drayden always thought Wyvett would be the one to don the family's name, given he was the eldest.

He sighed, pulling out something from his pocket. A flyer for tryouts for being a gym leader, there was one happening here in Opeclucid. He remembered a few weeks ago that Wyvett told him he should try it out. Drayden declined, feeling he could never be like them. That he was a coward. Wyvett seemed to disagree, saying these words to him:

"I hope to one day see your inner strength come through, Drayden! I know you're hard on yourself... But the brother I know would never give up! If you're anything like the dragons you train with, no opponent shall stop you from what you believe to protect!"

To protect....

A sense of power flashed through Drayden's eyes as he let out a shaky breath of Frost. This legacy.. his brother's legacy.. HIS legacy.. was his to protect.. No hiding. No more being intimidated...

“ C’mon Wysteria,” Drayden said, picking up the gem brooch that sat there. He adjusted it in his hands, soon putting it on.

“Let’s go make my brother proud..”

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all those posts that are like "you and your blorbo swap lives" "draw your blorbo in your outfit" etc etc are fun and all but every time im like. bold if you to think i have a singular blorbo. its a bleebus circus up in here.

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at least he’s aware

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Unlikely Tracks - Chapter 2

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66720181/chapters/174763531

PART 2 IS HERE!!

Im so sorry, this part took me so long. It had gone through a few rewrites and changes to idea before I settled on this part. Its gotta WAY longer than I expected, so I ended up splitting it into two parts. I just really wanted to focus on the worldbuilding for this story.

Also, we got the first rendition of the Noble's perspective for the Au. Lady Sneasler has some thoughts and doubts for the human she saved.

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ooh cant wait to see the fic you wrote.

EY, don't come for the 90s cartoon adaptation, that one PERSONALLY rewrote my brain and was my ticket to this rabbit hole.

Ooh, I should read that. I just reread "internal system reboot" and Im still crying. No need to be embarrassed, I understand.

Why i've cried this week so far:

Monday, 5:34 PM: saw an edit of Sherlock and John on tiktok (BBC)

Monday, 6:15 PM: read a tumblr post about johnlock

Tuesday, 3:46 PM: wrote a sad bit of the script to my Sherlock Holmes webtoon

Wednesday, 4:45 AM: finished a johnlock fanfiction on Ao3

Thursday, 2:34 PM: thinking about eventual S&Co reichenbach on my 23527th lap around the kitchen countertop

Thursday, 12:47 AM: finished a one chapter fanfiction about Johnlock that i was reading with my sibling (they did not cry)

Thursday, 1:04 AM: found out the last line of the ACD canon is "one day the true story may be told" which is FUCKING AWFUL???

Today (Friday), 6:45 AM: thought about johnlock before taking my meds (mistake)

im built genuinely incorrectly because how the hell is my stupid ahh crying over the actual THOUGHT of johnlock. I JUST WOKE UP!!

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A genuine mood.

what fics were you reading?

Why i've cried this week so far:

Monday, 5:34 PM: saw an edit of Sherlock and John on tiktok (BBC)

Monday, 6:15 PM: read a tumblr post about johnlock

Tuesday, 3:46 PM: wrote a sad bit of the script to my Sherlock Holmes webtoon

Wednesday, 4:45 AM: finished a johnlock fanfiction on Ao3

Thursday, 2:34 PM: thinking about eventual S&Co reichenbach on my 23527th lap around the kitchen countertop

Thursday, 12:47 AM: finished a one chapter fanfiction about Johnlock that i was reading with my sibling (they did not cry)

Thursday, 1:04 AM: found out the last line of the ACD canon is "one day the true story may be told" which is FUCKING AWFUL???

Today (Friday), 6:45 AM: thought about johnlock before taking my meds (mistake)

im built genuinely incorrectly because how the hell is my stupid ahh crying over the actual THOUGHT of johnlock. I JUST WOKE UP!!

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Reblog if it's OK for other artists to draw your OCs

Sometimes I get too timid to send asks to ask. I want to see how many people are ok with artists drawing their OCs!

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XD

She would've but had restraint. I mean. I mean, it was her idea to bring him back to the realm of the living.

But it would've been funny if they had fought.

She should've killed his ass, honestly.

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*minding my own business*

My brain: Hey.

Me: what is it brain?"

My brain: look at what i got for you.

Me: *looks*

*GETS SLAPPED WITH MY CHILDHOOD SHIP FROM WHEN I WAS IN MY EARLY TWEENS*

I feel weird yapping about my childhood comfort show here in 2025, but SCREW IT- THIS IS MY TUMBLR ACCOUNT AND I YAP ABOUT WHAT I WANT. IF IM GOING TO BE CRINGE, IM BEING CRINGE ON MY TERMS.

THE EARWORMS HAVE WON.

TELLING MY ONLINE MUTUALS ISNT ENOUGH, I NEED TO YELL IT OUT INTO THE VOID THAT IS TUMBLR AS A POST.

This is probably a dead fandom, but im YELLING into the void anyways.

I have grabbed back into this and my mind is SPINNING about an old late 1990s animated series called Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd Century. If aired from 1999 to 2001. (I guessed i watched the reruns bc i was born later and watched it a few years down the line)

Basically its where Sherlock Holmes was revived 200 years later to stop a clone version of his nemesis James Moriarty.

Chaotic as heck show, but its SO GOOD. I still watch it. Its my comfort show. Ive found the whole series on Youtube as a playlist.

It gave me a LOT of firsts.

This was my FIRST special interest as a kid (though i mostly kept it to myself growing up) and is what made me start to read the original Arthur Conan Doyle books and made me REALLY love the mystery genre.

Gave my first childhood crush, which was Dr. Watson. He was a robot in the show and was very sweet. Give me a fondness for robots/cyborgs who act kinda human like despite their programming. Shows they have humanity despite not even being human.

He just made me smile everytime he was on screen.

Fun fact: I honestly didn't see that his face was a mask on the robot's head and thought they froze the ACTUAL head of the original doctor for 200 years and placed it on a robot body. Apparently I just watched the episode in the incorrect order and didn't see the ending of episode 2. Either way, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH HES DEAR TO MY HEART.

And then and best of all, my first ship. I shipped Johnlock so hard BEFORE i even knew there was a fandom for it. Heck, even before I even knew what the term GAY was. Everytime i watched the show's episode, i always thought "yeah, theyre married" when they were on screen together.

These idiots are in love and I REFUSE to be told otherwise- Do not separate them

I never clearly understood why ppl would ship Holmes with Lestrade, when the true ship SPEAKS for itself.

I know of the fandom for it now and many, MANY versions of Johnlock, but NONE can beat this version of them for me. NONE. They are my roman empire and i think of them constantly.

I shipped them so hard i made an oc that i imagined into the show (based off one of the episodes) that was their adopted daughter. A little lady that would be in the back watching everything that would be going on, not interfering with the case. just having her own little comments here and there.

I made doodles of them recently, im happy to be able to draw them now that i have a bit more confidence in my art than before.

1: Dr. Watson holding my oc (which is nicknamed "Angel") after she got caught hiding in their car. Im still fleshing her out as we speak to make her into a true fandom oc, based off what i can remember. I rememeber i based her off of a few maximum ride characters (bc i was also into that at the time) and the concept of one of the episodes (season 1 ,ep 8, the scales of justice)

Dialouge:

Watson: "Say Holmes! Look at what I found hiding in our cruiser! An intruder!"

Angel: *confused*

2: Self indulgent Johnlock doodle. Dr. Watson is overheating because SOMEONE kissed him as they were on the case and is SMUG about it. (I didnt feel like drawing Sherlock's hat.)

I AM VERY UNWELL ABOUT THIS SHOW AND IM NOW DIGGING THROUGH THE RUINS THAT WAS ITS TUMBLR TAG. I TRULY DONT CARE AT THIS POINT. CONTENT IS CONTENT, MATTER HOW OLD IT IS.

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Little guys!!

I love how you draw Joltiks. You are absolutely correct.

electric cotton ball

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“How may I help?”

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More of my magnus au stuff, my interpretation for his lonely abilities revolve around winter isolation, hence the frostbite

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I couldn’t get his face right on my recent artworks.

Had to draw him again.

(Will probably sketch more I suppose…)

Close ups:

✨REBLOGS APPRECIATED✨

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Saw you tag me in this.

Well, I don't really have bad fic, since I'm VERY picky about what fanfic I read and enjoy. But I have had two fics that makes me question WHAT THE HECK DID I JUST READ.

Tw: mentions of dark stuff. don't read if uncomfy

The ones I can remember the most off the top of my head was a old long Hetalia fic called "Danish Slaughterhouse." It involved the Nordic family (Denmark, Sweden, Norway, Finland, Iceland and the micronation Sealand)

I CAN BARELY REMEMBER THE PLOT, BUT GOD DID IT HAUNTS ME.

I accidentally learned what "Illegal child touching" was and what "misuse of someone's dead body" was in the same fic

Denmark was the reluctant killer of that fic just to assimilate his fellow countries, even Sealand, to him. Even at the ending, THEY DONT REMEMEBER WHAT HAPPENED AND THOUGHT THEY WERE ALWAYS A PART OF HIM.

......A part of me is kinda thankful since in was in my middle school days and still understanding shipping and rps, even accidentally having (Abeit very few) child x adult and incest ships for the fandom because I made the decision since I was just shipping patches of land.

I DONT THINK LIKE THIS ANYMORE, AND IM ACTIVELY AGAINST ANYTHING LIKE IT.

Dont read this fic

It left a SOUR taste in my mouth about Denmark, but then-

THE ALGORITHM WHIPLASHED ME WITH A FI C WHEN DENMARK WAS BEING A GOOD UNCLE FOR SEAL AND, DURING A POST- APOCOYKTIC SCENARIO

like what-??????

WHAT???

Then there was another fic that involved Sweden, where he was VIOLATED by a Kappa and was left extremely horny. Then Japan came in and "helped him" with his predicadment.

...I don't remember the name of the fic, and I don't think I want to know.

This is now why I make sure to DOUBLE CHECK any tags of the fics I read on Ao3 just in case I don't get jumpscared by that again.

Just applied for an AO3 account after like 3 or so years of just using tabs.

Made me remember a fic I read once that while decent had a TON of things I wouldn’t wish on anyone.. so imma list them out!

Some details first, it was 42 chapters long (longest I had read cause my main fandom I read from was ahit and those had mostly one shots). It was almost entirely smut but it wasn’t terrible, actually I’d say the issues are with the none smut parts.

So..

1. They had 42 chapters yet like at chapter 33 or something the characters randomly got kidnapped and tortured.

It was really in detail and while the tags did include warnings, I think with a fic that long that you eventually forget them you could’ve atleast included it in the heading note or something. Personal gripe.

2. Ohhh boy..

It’s a smut fic yeah? Well they made the characters do karaoke. Perfectly okay! It’s a good plot point to stir up the tension.

Except they had 4 characters do it and each character had their song and the author PASTED THE LYRICS. This isn’t terrible usually, but then they typed out the character singing’s every action, including every reaction to what they were doing from the crowd of like 7 people.

They did this four times and it wasn’t tooo bad until they got to the fourth. Where all the tension for smut fell flat with the last character singing BABY SHARK. And I was so cringed out that I just.. had to leave for a few days.

3. You thought the karaoke was bad? It gets worse.

So after the karaoke, you’d think it’d return to normal yeah?

Nope.

The characters watched two YouTube videos. And the author did the

Exact.

Same.

Thing.

Typed out every subtitle and what was happening within the video, and every characters reactions to it.

Not only was it getting redundant (and wasn’t even building tension, just filler episode ass plot) but I couldn’t even understand the video cause the formatting was so strange that I was so torn between characters reactions and feelings (cause there was like 8 characters..) and the videos plot, which I think was a VR episode and those are terrible to describe and detail in words alone.

Anyways.. yeah. If you read this what’s your worst fanfic experience?

Also for anyone who daydreams ideas and has scenarios like 2 or 3 in their head and wants to relay them into fanfic, here’s some easy ways to do this I’ve seen

1. Describe the feelings of one character or actions between paragraphs. Break up the paragraph with sections of lyrics that they’re on.

This keeps the reader focused on the characters and allows you to continue the song without losing the emotion.

2. Describe the video in a general way and then simplify reactions or highlight specific ones.

It gets much too convoluted if you make everything detailed. If you need the reader to understand the video that much to add to the plot, you either need to rework your plot or just.. paste a link or title at the end so they can watch it themselves.

Idk but as a person who dabbles in writing.. don’t make me do that again.

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THIS IS MY CHILDHOOD SHOW. MY FIRST SPECIAL INTEREST.

Johnlock is canon in my heart and Inspector Lestrade is their "tired AF of their bullshit" little sister

I NEED to draw these fools.

(I love the way you draw them btw)

Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd Century fandom needs some sillies too

Also, I think we need more Victorian settings where we casually mention the most batshit things about the era when you least expect or want them. Not the gross shit, the funny shit

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*Screams*

MAE YOU CANT JUST CALL ME OUT LIKE THIS.

AND NOT EVEN TAG ME, THE HECK????? I YAPPED TO YOU ABOUT THIS.

You will watch it, its a HECKING promise.

my friend convinced me to draw fanart of a Sherlock Holmes show from the 90s. Real honestly

I have not watched it but I see the vision

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Hehe, its okay!!!

Thank you!! Its been spinning around my head for a moment. All I can think about is just warden Iscan acting like a siren to hunters whenever he finds poachers hurting any of his Noble's school (group of Basculin) and dragging them underwater as a warning.

Please, if you have any ideas for grouping or pairing like this , please let me know or drop it as a question!!

Honestly, I just want Arezu and Ingo to interact. they're the wardens of the only two female noble pokemon out of the 10, both visit Jubilife village to offer their aid (Arezu achieving her dream of being a hairstylist, Ingo helping people at the training grounds.) Im sure their nobles would be besties (I feel they would want to hang out often)

IM bored, have a snippet of imaginary idea is me imaging Iscan, Ingo and Arezu teaming up to deal with some hunters.

Non-canon or canon, haven't decided. Ill leave that up to you all.

The trio were called the 'siren" trio for nothing.

Along, each were strong in their own right in their domains. , a hassle to deal with when trying to catch kills in their noble pokemon. but yet.. no man has truly lived to tell the take of them working together...

Arezu, walked closer as blooming flowers sprang out from her feet as he walked, a pollen-filled fog. Her sickeningly-sweet thick pollen fog filled the air. She began to dance, the warden of the noble Lilligant light of her feet. The female warden seen to circle along the group of hunters, more plants popping up around them producing more pollen. The group was confused until spotting figure come into view, a haunting voice filling their ears.

Iscan, as the Basculegion's warden, was the mastermind behind the oporation. Usually known as a nervous and timid man, but like the sea, the warden was unpredictable. From a nervous laugh due to a run-in with ghosts at morning, only for an enemy to be left hanging, pierced by a watery spear by midday. His voice echoes along the air as the fog rolls in. Its hauntingly beautiful as the warden sings, a alluring yet sad tune. Panic begins to spread along the hunters. Some try to run, some are hypnotized the singing, others are paralyzed by the breathing in the pollen.

Long claws brush against the leader's neck, a pair of silver eyes peeking out through the fog.. Threatening to slice across his skin. A silent plea was asked as sweat dripped down the man's face.

By then its too late.

Hunters are cut down by an unseen force, men dropping where they stand in an instant. The Sneasler's new warden, Ingo, was the hidden bite within the song and disorienting polled.

Unseen. Elusive, like his Noble. His claws, teeth and eyes were the only things seen by the hunters as they were attacked, laced with the noble's bitter poison that is known to drop even the strongest of pokemon. He stood along the darkness, taking out the those affect bu the fog and song., those who fought and and those to dared to fight, it was useless, as ithe poison tingle along cut skin.

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I just wanted to make a few of the wardens a BIT more threatening. Why they are just as feared and respected as their nobles.

What was you guys' belief of why these three attacked these hunters?

lemme know what y'all think!

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Hehe, thank you!!!

I was playing around with this idea for a bit. They would team up if the hunters threat is big enough to require more than one warden, especially around Spiring since more likely Noble's children would pop up.

For this trio, I went the concept of what a siren is based on. Have you listened to the song? I saw the main voice as Iscan, while the extra voices are Arezu and Ingo.

First, we have the presense of a siren is- A creature of the deep seas, so it would be Iscan's domain. I like to believe that outside of their own elements, they would have a extra power that's related to them specificallly, I remembered that Iscan sometimes mimicked Pokemon voices, so why not give him the ability to sing like a siren. He sings the sad yet beautiful song passed down through the souls of hundreds and hundreds of fallen Basculin and Basculegion before his noble, catching their main attention.

Arezu and Ingo work together on the duality of a siren, the "female/ femininity" aspect of it. Along with serving both feminine nobles, each serves a different part of it.

Arezu is the "Alluring" part of the siren, she plays the part that distracts and confuses the target, using hypnotic pollen along with Iscan's song as to lull them into a calm state, making it harder to resist. Lilligant's are known for their beauty and grace, it would entice the target more with the help of Iscan's song.

Then, Ingo comes in. He plays the part where the "innocent" siren facade drops, the beast behind the mask. he's the stealthiest of the bunch, being the warden of the Lady of the Cliffs comes with it. He hides among the pollen fog, striking the thick of it, stunning with his poisonous claws. Some fight him back, but due the combination of Arezu and Iscan, its a losing battle. He's not affected by the pollen or song due to being a warden, their powers doesn't work on him.

Ohhhh, I can see Stormy Cliffs for those three. Lian creating Rock structures for Mellii and Sabi to hide behind and use for cover, while attacking with electric or flying attacks.

IM bored, have a snippet of imaginary idea is me imaging Iscan, Ingo and Arezu teaming up to deal with some hunters.

Non-canon or canon, haven't decided. Ill leave that up to you all.

The trio were called the 'siren" trio for nothing.

Along, each were strong in their own right in their domains. , a hassle to deal with when trying to catch kills in their noble pokemon. but yet.. no man has truly lived to tell the take of them working together...

Arezu, walked closer as blooming flowers sprang out from her feet as he walked, a pollen-filled fog. Her sickeningly-sweet thick pollen fog filled the air. She began to dance, the warden of the noble Lilligant light of her feet. The female warden seen to circle along the group of hunters, more plants popping up around them producing more pollen. The group was confused until spotting figure come into view, a haunting voice filling their ears.

Iscan, as the Basculegion's warden, was the mastermind behind the oporation. Usually known as a nervous and timid man, but like the sea, the warden was unpredictable. From a nervous laugh due to a run-in with ghosts at morning, only for an enemy to be left hanging, pierced by a watery spear by midday. His voice echoes along the air as the fog rolls in. Its hauntingly beautiful as the warden sings, a alluring yet sad tune. Panic begins to spread along the hunters. Some try to run, some are hypnotized the singing, others are paralyzed by the breathing in the pollen.

Long claws brush against the leader's neck, a pair of silver eyes peeking out through the fog.. Threatening to slice across his skin. A silent plea was asked as sweat dripped down the man's face.

By then its too late.

Hunters are cut down by an unseen force, men dropping where they stand in an instant. The Sneasler's new warden, Ingo, was the hidden bite within the song and disorienting polled.

Unseen. Elusive, like his Noble. His claws, teeth and eyes were the only things seen by the hunters as they were attacked, laced with the noble's bitter poison that is known to drop even the strongest of pokemon. He stood along the darkness, taking out the those affect bu the fog and song., those who fought and and those to dared to fight, it was useless, as ithe poison tingle along cut skin.

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I just wanted to make a few of the wardens a BIT more threatening. Why they are just as feared and respected as their nobles.

What was you guys' belief of why these three attacked these hunters?

lemme know what y'all think!

inspiration-