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Post by Wolf on Jun 28, 2023 9:20:45 GMT 9
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Post by Wolf on Jun 27, 2023 11:18:09 GMT 9
As soon as her bait hit the water, there was a tug on the line. “Oh,” the woman mumbled to herself, pulling the line in, “That was quick.” However, it wasn’t as simple as that. Whatever was on the other side, it put up a fight. The wolf grunted, really struggling to pull this magikarp to him. And after several minutes of really struggling to get it to the surface, the player was honestly surprised by what it was. “Hmm… Corsola.”
Reaching into her pocket, the woman summed a creature. The type null growled, eyeing the water type. “Let’s knock it out. It’s not a bad catch even if I don’t like them.” Dark gaze glared at the water type through his helmet. “Do as you wish.” Without a moment of hesitation, Ziryan leaped into action. He aimed to tackle the coroola with all his might.
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Post by Wolf on Jun 27, 2023 9:57:32 GMT 9
After what had happened while she was looking for that lot of stuffuls, Rhaenyra suddenly remembered a message she received a while back about a certain corruption zone and warning not to go there. And honestly, still being a new player made her not even question it. But now, her curiosity was peaked.
The wolf hybrid entered the tent, expecting the see the Professor’s lab clean cut organization. Instead, she was meant with something else entirely. Pale golden orbs shifted over the new decor, taking note of the taxonomy and ecological charts as well as the strange looking vials and beakers of bubbling black fluid. It almost gave off a mad scientist vibes. However, her quick glimpse of the new layout was swift cut short when Bunya began to speak.
Left wolf ear twitched, gaze meet hers as she greets her. She twirls in her chair, abruptly opens a draw only for something to come jumping out. Rhaenyra flinches, observing as the woman scrabbles to gather the fish and put it back. Bunya makes a comment, though it goes ignored by the player and her facial expression remains emotionless and unbothered. In fact, Rhaenyra merely folds her arms over her chest and continued to wait. She was quick to move on.
Rhaenyra could see the sparkle in Bunya’s eye, a curious brow rose when she said it was alive. Her mouth opened, about to ask if it was like alive alive. But before she could form the words, the woman was quick to speak again. She explains that she wants her to go out there, against the Professor’s warning, to get more samples. The wolf girl hums to herself, wondering what on earth the game makers have in store for her this time around. “Alright,” she mumbled, her head high and back straightened, “I’ll see what I can do.”
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Post by Wolf on Jun 26, 2023 6:09:07 GMT 9
Typically, Rhaenyra wasn’t a social creature. Both in game, and out of game. Expect, when work or being forced to go to social occasions called for it. Yet for some reason, the wolf hybrid found herself peaking at the unovr global chat every now and again. After all, one could never know if one day something useful might be said.
Surprisingly enough, a player by the name of Yggy Br00ks asked for assistance in finding some lost stuffuls. Already, many other players online have answered the call and as select few already found a few. Rhaenyra took a moment to think about it, unsure of what she was going to do in the game today. Guess, this would give her something to do.
Sighing to herself, she typed the message in the global chat…
Enter. It was off to route 1.
It didn’t take her long to get there and soon, the hybrid and her Braixen were out searching for these run away Stuffuls. “Keep an eyes out for pink bear with brown legs,” the woman mumbled to her canine companion, moving through the thick forest slowly to be sure they check every little hiding spot, “Oh and if you see a place that looks like one could fit in, check it. They could be hiding as well.” “Right,” the second stage starter replied, spotting a hollowed out hole in a tree trunk, “I’ll look in here.”
The braixen shoved her whole face into the hole, gaze swept the old den of a pokemon before she pulled her head back out. “Nothing here,” she shouted back to her trainer, scurrying to catch back up with her. Rhaenyra hummed in deep thought, pale golden orbs shifted over the area. “If I was a sneaky little stufful, where would I hide?” She mumbled to herself, brain storming ideas of an ideal hiding spot in the woods.
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Just as she spoke, the wolf woman noticed a large bundle of dried leaves at the base of a tree up the path. Her brows scrunched, eyes narrowed at the suspicious looking den. It seemed to obvious. It was in plain sight, clearing build by a pokemon with a small dark hole in the center for critters to go in and out off. Even the dirt before the entrance way, scratched up and worn down. This had to be a trap or something. The woman hasn’t played to many games other than pokemon, but this felt like the classic trap. However, it didn’t hurt to check.
“Izumi,” the woman spoke up in her normal mumbly tone, the fire fox turned to face her trainer after she checked behind a near by tree, “Look at that up there. Seems strange, right?” A hand rose, long pointed nail pointed in the direction of said den. “It feels like a trap, right?” The braixen rushed to her side, peering at the hole. Her long ears straightened, moving towards the den as she spoke. “I doubt it. Besides, who would lay a trap out here?” “Be careful,” the woman warned, rushing to follow after her pokemon.
The standing fox stopped in front of the hole at the base of the tree, shifting to get down on her kneels to look into the den. Rhaenyra stood by her side, arms folded over her chest with a skeptical expression. And as the fox lean into the hole to force her face in there, a loud hiss erupted from the darkness of the den.
The hiss startled both the player and pokemon. But while the player simply took a step back, the angry hiss frightened the braixen enough to force her to stumble back and land on her rear end. Her eyes widen, scrambling to get some distance between her and whatever was mad at her. A set of dark red glowing eyes glared at them, still hissing loudly and very aggressively at them. “Back up Izumi,” the woman called out, sensing that whatever it was, was about to spring, “Quick!”
Izumi shuffled back faster, only for something to spring out at them. The bosky tailed creature growl and hissed at them, mouth opened wide to bite down on the fire fox with its buck teeth. “Psybeam!” The braixen didn’t think, only acted. Her mouth parted, pink and blue sparkles of energy gathered within seconds. A sphere formed, firing a beam at the attacking creature that was just inches from biting her face. The Psybeam blasted the wild pokemon back several paces, disappearing behind some thick bushes before it crash landed.
“Get up Izumi,” the woman growled darkly, glaring at where the pokemon vanished too, “It might come back.” The braixen did so, quickly getting to her paws, plucking her stick out of her fluffy tail and taking a fighting stance. She snarled, lips lifted to bare her own set of pearly whites. However, several minutes passed with no sign of the creature coming back. The pair kept on their guard, watching and waiting.
But after a few more minutes, it was Rhaenyra who let out a breath of relief. “I think it’s gone.” “What was that?” “It looked to be a skwovet but…” the woman paused, looking almost confused by her own words, “something was different about it.” “Different. How?” The wolf woman took a moment to think, trying to think of the right word for phase. But, she couldn’t find it. “I don’t know. Not normal.” “Oh…” The braixen mused, putting her stick back in her tail. “It seemed really aggressive towards us.” “Exactly. Too aggressive.”
Silence filled the air between them, pale golden orbs watched their surrounds for a moment. And in that moment of silence, Rhaenyra still tried to think of an explanation for its erotic behavior. However, the silvery grey haired player gave up and shrugged her shoulders. “Let’s keep looking for the stufful. But, keep an eyes out. Who knows if we will run into that or another one again.” “Right.” 1-100
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Post by Wolf on Jun 23, 2023 11:29:04 GMT 9
Light as a feather thanks to the aerial ace, the type null had no problem hitting his formidable foe. He crashed into the sawsbuck with all his might, knocking the mighty foe back a few feet only for it to wave it off like it was nothing more than a scratch. In fact, the sawsbuck merely growled at him in return to showcase how little his super effective move effected it. Ziryan let out a low displeased grumble to himself, it echoed in his helmet. This foe was a tough one. A worthy opponent indeed.
The type null readied himself for another exchange of blows. He stood tall and regal, unwavering. Dark gaze glared at the grass and normal type through his head encasement, a pink glow pf psychic energy consumed his gaze and was cased in the sawsbuck general direction. Surely, if he could IMPRISON his foe that might give him a slight advantage. Right?
The saying that team work makes the dream work felt like a lie to the other two pokemon. The rocky twister appeared to do little to no damage to their more experienced foes. The moomblast blast manages to find her and blast her. The attack not only blasting her, but blasted away any vegetation that was in the moonblasts path. Both her and the illuminating bits of greenery were air bone, her long blue scaly body hit the ground and slide back a few paces while the illuminating debris fell to the ground gracefully around her. A shrill of agony escaped her, already feeling more pain from battling than she ever had before.
She rose from her fallen spot, body screamed in protest of her every move. Her breath heavy with exhaustion, spotting the Whimsicott that blasted her several feet away now. The low light lite up its frame, casting an eerie look to the baby dragon. Her body was still shaken and ached from the previous attacks. Instead, Lagertha took the distance as an advantage to rest. Dratini casted the Whimsicott a dark and sinister LEER.
Meanwhile, the mudkip wasn’t having much luck either. A water against a grass type wasn’t his favor. The bulbasaur’s long vines rushed out towards him. Jethro turned to flee, only for the vines to lash out at him. The pain was almost unbearable, stinking harshly as the mudkip tried to out maneuver the vines wrap themselves around his little frame.
Those wines were quick, leaving Jethro no room for error. He leaped through the underbrush, pouncing in a wide circle only to charge straight for the bulbasaur. HIs aim was to TACKLE into his foe with all his might, while avoiding the vines that tried to entangle him.
Ziryan the Type Null, Lagertha the Dratini, and Jethero the Mudkip {PROMPTS}round one: combine two or more moves for additional effect (mudkip), fight through the pain (dratini), and leave skid marks (type null) round two: use a status-afflicting move (type null), fight through the pain (dratini), try to crush your opponent (mudkip)
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Post by Wolf on Jun 18, 2023 11:23:31 GMT 9
It has been a long day. But, not for the reasons you may think. Yes, work was work. That was something the woman was use too. However, sleep has been troublesome yesterday night and continues to elude her tonight. Instead of laying in bed trying to sleep, the wolf hybrid decided to do some fishing. Mostly because, if she passes out while fishing there should be a consequences versus roaming the normal wild grass.
With a heavy tired sigh, Rhaenyra found a comfortable looking spot to sit along the coastline. Night has fallen in the game, leaving her to fish in the dark. She could barely see the water, but heard the water shifting before her. Only after getting into her comfy spot, the woman casted her line out and heard it splashed against the waters surface. And now, the waiting game continued. Mouth opened wide, hand rose to cover her yawn.
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Post by Wolf on Jun 15, 2023 12:39:10 GMT 9
It was disturbing to say the least. And if the title of the room didn’t give it away, there was enough evidence to give you a good impression of what it was. The feeling of victory from defeating the previous floor vanished as soon as she stepped into the room filled with the coarse gray sand. Hand quickly rose to pinch her nose, the stench overwhelming. And to make things worse, pale golden orbs spotted the large clumps randomly spread out through the floor. Lumpy and hard. Rhaenyra gagged, stomach turned at the thought of her leaping onto one that was fresh and still soft.
The wolf girl shivered, feeling as though she would need a seven hour bath and shower after this one. Her gaze lifted, spotting the patrat’s within the floor amongst everything in here. She cursed under her breath, plucking out a sphere and releasing her creature of choice.
The icy feline materialized within seconds, cold gaze took in his surrounds before he too turned his head in disguise. “I want to get out of here as soon as possible. Fenrir, quick attack as many as you,” The woman mumbled into her hand that covered her face. The feline let out a loud unpleasant whine, wincing as he took a stepped forward and his paw sank a little. “Please hurry,” she pleaded with the feline, coughing into her hand and soon pulling her red furred line jacket over her nose, “I can’t stand it.” Her eyes started to water.
Fenrir gave a low hiss, turning back to the foes. A white glow encase his frame, soon pushing his body beyond the normal limits. He dashed left and right, using the hard lumps and whatever else as leverage to get to his foes faster. And once within range, the glaceon would crash into the patrats with his QUICK ATTACKs. Prompt#72, [Tower]_WaoOp2h1d50 1d50
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Post by Wolf on Jun 14, 2023 5:04:05 GMT 9
As soon as Rhaenyra entered the game and her eyes fluttered open, a notification of a new message rang in her ears. A few hand gestures later to learn how to even get to the dang messages, pale golden orbs read over the message sent to her from a player whom the hybrid has ran into many times already in Unovr. It seemed that Tuesday wanted to do a quick round of battling, showcasing something she has gained over the short time Rhaneyra had been playing the game. A single brow rose in suspicion. Why her of all players?
It didn’t matter though. After all, it was a game and still a fresh one at that. Maybe, this could be her chance to make friends. Rhaenyra wasn’t the type to make friends in real life, but here could be different. A quick reply back that she agreed to it, and the woman was off to see what the most powerful player has seen so far wanted with a newbie like her.
The battlefield was breathtaking, almost literally. A gust of wind rocked her as soon as she stepped foot onto the skybridge, forcing the wolf girl to brace herself against the doorway wall. Loose particles and debris danced in the wind, only to settle shortly after to give the player a chance to step away from the entrance way. She moved to the edge of the bridge, gaze peered down below and noting the ground was no where to be seen. She swallowed hard, swiftly returning to the center of the walkway before taking a somewhat confident step forward.
And as she got closer, there was something different about Tuesday. Her player tag still read its correct name, but her appearance had change quite a bit. In fact, the wolf girl could see that she now towered over her in height even being this far away from her. Not to mention, many other factors that honestly made her like even more stunning before. And thats with the armor suit!
Her mouth opened to speak, but Tuesday was ready to battle. Scrambling for a second to grab a pokeball out from her furred lined jacket, Rhaenyra let out a pokemon that she had gained recently. The type null was quickly becoming her favorite pokemon. Not for its rarity or exclusivity, but for its looks alone. Look at it! It’s a bird dog thing. How cool was that!
The type null tapped his razor sharp talon on the concrete beneath his feet as soon as he materialized on the skybridge, dark gaze glared at the armored human before him. A growl echoed in his helmet, though muffled by the winds that raced around them. Ziryan took a mental note. He shifted his weight, back paw slipped slightly on the loose vegetation that has already began to claim the bridge as its own. Another note taken.
“Okay. Ready-“
The player rushed forward in surprising speed, pointy spear in hand and looked about ready to jab her type null. Even with the warning, neither Rhaenyra or Ziryan were actually ready. The player, stuck in shock while the type null was trying to quickly determine his next action. Buy suddenly, his foe stopped right before the pointy end of the weapon was about to poke his helmet. His eyes wide, stunned by how swift his foe closed the gap. What he wasn’t ready for, was the fancy maneuver only to get side kicked by the human.
Pain riddled his side, the blow powerful as it slid him back a few paces. In fact, the type null had to really dig his claws into the vegetation in order to stop himself from falling off the edge of the bridge. His back paws grazing the rough edge when he was finally able to stop the momentum and regain control of his body. He could ear the loose debris break off, yet there was no sound of it hitting the ground. That was a death trap.
Rhaenyra was still dumbstruck, both by Tuesday’s being able to fight in a pokemon battle herself and the sheer strength the player had. Luckily though, the darn near heart attack that she was about to lose her type null was quick to snap her back to reality. Well… virtual reality reality. Whatever. “Good save Ziryan,” she called out over the roaring winds, even rising a hands to cup her mouth to hopefully allow her creature to hear her, “Aerial ace.”
Streaks of white light encased his frame within seconds, forcing his body to be lighter than it was before. And without any warning, the normal type launches himself forward towards the humanoid as fast as he could. His aim was to hopefully crash into his foe with his AERICAL ACE attack. {prompts}- observe your environment carefully
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Post by Wolf on Jun 13, 2023 6:57:02 GMT 9
It was time to breeze through these tutorials, hopefully finally say she had done them all. Unfortunately for Rhaenyra, it meant she had to go all the way back to where she first meet Professor Ash in order to officially start the tutorial. To make things worse, the wolf girl had skipped the running shoes tutorial. Yep. She had to the snails pace normal walk all the way from one side of the map to the other. She also hasn’t unlocked the ‘ride’ function of the game yet either. As one could imagine, it took her some time to get to the starting point.
Upon entering the tent, Professor Ash turned to greet her. Pleasant as always. “Oh hello Wolf! Can you do me a favor?” The white haired woman moved through the tent, picking up a fairly large sized box and moving towards her. “Here.” She prompted, waiting for the hybrid to rase her hands. Rhaenyra looked down at the box prompted for her to take, a brow rose in suspicions as to what it could contain. The box had no noticeable marks or labels. It was literally just a cardboard square, black tape across the top and bottom.
Lifting her hands up, the box was transferred to her hands and ultimately into her inventory. It was surprisingly heavy, forcing the woman to adjust her grip as her pale golden orbs lifted to meet the Porfessor’s. “Can you deliver this package to a person in Briarbane please? I’ll mark the location on your mini map. Thank you and good luck!” With that, she turned on a dime and went back to her desk like nothing happened. Doing whatever NPC Professors do. Rhaenyra huffed.
Not even a second later, her mini map in the corner of her vision expanded to show her the path she must take to deliver the mysterious package. A red dot blinked, giving her the location of this person. After a minute or two, the mini map shrunk down. A purple dotted line ran from her current location, marked by an arrow with which way she was facing, and off to the edge of the map. It seemed easy enough. Right?
Long silver gray tail twitched, turning to leave the tent with box in her crib. But as soon as she exited the tent, another prompted nearly startled her. Almost letting go of the box as the prompted appeared in the center of her vision.
YOUR QUEST PARTNER HAS BEEN MARKED ON YOUR MAP! JOIN THEM TO COMPLETE THIS TUTORIAL!
Again, the map expanded in the corner of her vision. Another player marker flashed on the mini map. Surprisingly enough, the were already ahead of her. And once Rhaenyra acknowledge it, the map shrunk back down and let her do her thing. “Finally,” the woman breathed heavily, shifting her box so she can quick gesture for a pokemon to join her. And once clicked, a type null materialized by her side. It took in the surrounds, emitting a low grumble that rattled in its helmet. “We got a job to do Ziryan. Let’s move.” The type null met her gaze, going her a nod. Silent as always. Whatever.
With that done, the wolf eared woman readjusted the box in her grip and began to walk towards the player marker. Hopefully, they didn’t have running shoes either. Or else, they will lose her in a heart beat.
“Hey,” Rhaenyra called out after the marker player, hoping to grab their attention so they could slow down and wait for her, “I think we have to do this thing together for whatever reason. Wait up!”
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Post by Wolf on Jun 10, 2023 9:39:43 GMT 9
❬ GOALS ❭
short term & long term
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Post by Wolf on Jun 9, 2023 11:20:46 GMT 9
Everything seemed to change on the next floor. The wooden walls shifted into warped reflective glass, giving the appearance that there was more than just a few watchdogs staring at them menacingly. In fact, it appeared as though a fleet of them are about to rip them to shreds. Their eyes stare at Rhaenyra, red and… swirling?
The woman cursed under her breath, quickly looking away from the hypnosis trans. Reaching into her pocket, another sphere was drawn out and a pokemon was released. And once in the room, the rowlet’s whole body tilted to one side. Her eyes met the red ones, swiftly falling for the hypnotic trans without Rhaenyra knowledge. “Quick,” she mumbled into her elbow, “Attack them.”
Hearing her trainers words, the rowlet lifted off the ground with a single flag. Her little beak enlarged, a white glow encased it. And when she was ready, the rowlet charged forth slowly at one of them. However, the hypnosis made her unaware which was the right target. Kikiyo crashed into what she thought was her foe, only to slam into the glass and it shatter all around her. The wolf girl peeked to see what happened, mouth fell. “HOW DID YOU MISS?!” Is that even possible in this game?
rowlet used peck, and missed? PROMPT #62, [Tower]gN2Eh5kg1d50 1d50
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Post by Wolf on Jun 9, 2023 1:29:54 GMT 9
It was a long shot. And honestly, Rhaenyra wasn’t expecting someone to bite on it. After all, magikarp were pretty easy to get. Yet, the wolf human hybrid still put the trade up on the wanted board. Who knows? There could be someone out there who doesn’t have a fishing rod and actually wants a magikarp. Doubtful, but maybe.
Would you like to put this magikarp up for trade?
Pale golden orbs read the line a few times, feeling kind of embarrassed by it. What she really going to put up a magikarp up for trade with her name attached to it? Rhaenyra grunted to herself, gesturing over the YES and clicking on it.
OFFERING AN UNCOMMON MAGIKARP WITH ORANGE FOREHEAD FOR TRADE.
Well… What’s the worse that can happen? Right?
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Post by Wolf on Jun 7, 2023 11:14:54 GMT 9
The type null crashed into the slippery foe, only to get a face full of fin as soon as he tried to get away. A veracious snarl escaped him, about ready to rip this fish apart. Rhaenyra couldn’t help but sniffle a chuckle, finding it rather funny that a basic fish was getting the best of him. Ziryan growled, head lowered as he readied to iron head this thing into hell if he had too. He hates magikarp.
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Post by Wolf on Jun 7, 2023 11:11:30 GMT 9
The tackle didn’t do much damage like Rhaenyra was hoping for. In fact, the magikarp flailed about hard and smacked the type null in the face. Ziryan stumbled back, a growl echoed in his helmet. The hate of fish pokemon had started to build. Why are these fish so strong?
His body took on a white glow, encasing his body and forcing his limbs to be light. Ziryan rushed forward, crashing into the fish with all his might. Surely, he was stronger than a darn magikarp. Right?
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Post by Wolf on Jun 7, 2023 11:06:26 GMT 9
A sudden tug on the line nearly startled Rhaenyra. She told up, pulling the line with all her might. And soon, the familiar frame of a magikarp surfaced. It was mostly white, kinda cool. Reaching into her pocket, the trainer summoned a pokemon. The type null materialized within seconds, emitting a growl as he took in his surroundings. Yanking the fish out of water and watching it flail about on land, the woman nodded to it. “Knock it out.”
Ziryan glared darkly at the fish before his gaze fell back upon the trainer. She could almost feel the annoyance radiating off of him. However, she stood her ground and nodded to the flailing fish. He huffed, murderous gaze on the water type. Talon’s flexed, rushing forward to tackle the darn fish with all his might.
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