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Does this pokemon enjoy battling? Why or why not?

End Date: 08/12

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[thekraken]

Username + ID: thekraken 76663
Archive: https://toyhou.se/haawkeeyee/characters/folder:3427771
Pokemon name: Sentinel (Sen for short)
Pokemon typing: Rock/Psychic
pokemon pronouns: They/them
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Sen likes many, many things.

Sen likes the way the air smells in the moments before it storms, and the first blossoms of daisies in the Spring. Sen likes the sound of birdsong in the early morning just before the sun breaks through the night and the fireflies that dance through the overgrowth when it falls again. Sen likes fresh bread and mushrooms and the human who comes by every few days to deliver them and say hello, the familiar Pokémon he sees every day in the same trees and on the same rocks. Sen likes the babbling brook nearby and the way the sun feels on their skin, if skin is what one can call it. But Sen doesn’t like fighting.

Ironic, then, that it was the last order they were ever given.

Sen was perfect, built from broken stone and held together with psychic slime. They lived, decades ago, with a woman in a small village on the outskirts of nowhere, surrounded by forest and rock a thirty-minute walk from the entrance to a great cave. They were risen on stories of the beast that lived in there. The people called it… God. And Sen didn’t care. What business of theirs was God, after all, when they had all they needed without it?

What business indeed.

Their business.

The last thing their person ever told them, before she slept for the rest of time, was to guard that cave, protect the sleeping God, use their strength and their psychic crushing power which had levelled clearings and outcroppings to dust to protect something which should be great enough to protect itself and there is a certain bitterness, Sen finds, to the realisation that every moment of their life from birth was in training for a position they had never known was theirs.

Sen doesn’t like fighting. It frightens them when their body tingles and the trees around them start to snap, when loose boulders rise from the ground and hover behind them ready to crash down, when their slumber is interrupted by the sound of unfamiliar footsteps. Sen doesn’t like when they have to chase somebody away, or defend their people. Sen likes being Sen but not being Sentinel. But they will. They will fight, and defend, until God awakens from its slumber, and then, when finally they gaze upon the face of the thing they were sworn from birth to protect, they will leave their post for the first time and they will see if the air still smells the same in another village, if the daisies are the same shade of white on the outskirts of a city, if the birds still know the same song half way across the world. Until then, they wait.

They wait.

They wait to have to fight again for something they don’t care to fight for.

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congrats to thekraken for winning this adopt!