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i thought that it could be super neat to design a comic book cover documenting this guy's adven
tures, and i was right! this was so fun to do. if i have the time, i might write a little excerpt or
something ^^ i imagine that the comic would be about one of the knight's jobs in specific, follo
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wing him as he protects a group of much smaller pokemon. one of the cent
ral ideas i have for him is that he's only ever seen at night, using the darkn
ess to his advantage. locals think that he's a human due to his humanoid sil
houette, so he figures that it's smart to just go along with their assumptions. however, in this issue, he is faced with a threat that
requires him to step outside of his comfort zone and reveal himself in the sunlight in order to provide some of the forest dwellers
with ensured safety. ────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── ✦ excerpt below!
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more than anything, he hated being confined. he hated the murky darkness that always followed the feeling
of being trapped. outweighing the physical aspects of it, though, the sharp twinge of fear that nestled itself
in his chest was what shocked him the most. no matter how many times he repeated this situation, caught in
the endless loop of a struggle for power, his response to pokeballs remained the same. first, a flash of white
and red, smeared into a hardly visible blur. second, the sharp tap of a hard object slamming against the arm
or plating of his chest. third, that achingly familiar darkness. he might have seen it as something akin to a fr
iend, with the increasing frequency in which he’d begun to encounter it. he might have, if not for the spike
of anxiety that it brought with each added experience. those final few moments of the freedom of a roaming
pokemon, no attachment to an individual, no obligation to follow. just him, and the morals that he chose to
abide by. those moments, drifting through inky blackness, were the ones where most gave in. where most all
owed themselves to be caught, either looking forward with hope and respect towards their trainer, or trudgi
ng along with reluctant obedience. however, unlike most, nocturne had the heightened advantage of pure e
xperience on his side. the intelligence passed on from his former mentors guided him through motions that
have since become amicable to him. with the count of his heartbeat, he re-emerged from the pokeball in an
explosion of pale, ivory dust. the sunlight flickering from the expanse of the horizon momentarily blinded hi
m, and he blinked rapidly, using the thick shield of his arm to cast a shadow over his face. a shout sounded
from the human across the clearing, an expression of shock and confusion stretched across the planes of th
eir face. from behind him, nocturne could hear the shrill cries of the various pokemon that he had been pro
tecting. the knight repositioned himself, so that he was standing directly between the trainer and the poke
mon, assuming a defensive stance. he observed carefully as the trainer’s hand hovered over the line of pok
eballs at their belt, choosing which pokemon to call forward. with the flick of their wrist, another figure e
merged from a cloud of the same ivory fog, letting out a hostile cry. nocturne glanced back once more, ens
uring that the group was still alright, before responding with a shriek of his own. game time. wordcount: 417
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username + id: pecos 842576 |
archive: link |
pokemon name: nocturne |
pokemon typing: dark/steel
| pronouns: he/him
