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[attr="class","wildtitle"]YOU CAUGHT A SHINY FLETCHLING!

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[attr="class","wildtabox"] FEMALE	[attr="class","wildtabox2"] GALE WINGS
[attr="class","wildtabox"]AGILITY	[attr="class","wildtabox2"]AERIAL ACE
[attr="class","wildtabox"]TAILWIND	[attr="class","wildtabox2"]STEEL WING
[attr="class","wildtabox"]DEFOG	[attr="class","wildtabox2"] ---

[attr="class","wildtag"]Rally Jackson

[attr="class","wildnote"] THE SAFARI WARDEN CALLS YOU IN!

YOUR CAPTURE ATTEMPT WAS SUCCESSFUL!

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[attr="class","raidName"]XANTHO'S FAVOR

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MEGAMIND

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SET AFTER EXCURSIONS

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“Y-YEAH.” a pause of disappointment goes unnoticed underneath the mask. its pregnancy gives birth to recognition, stashing the insecurities of having his own option glossed over with matching agreeance.
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“solardragon it is!”
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he leans forward from his perch, spilling onto the ground as lanky limbs scoop up the tattered notebook between the pad of his fingers. a writer’s pen etches the name into permanence, a coined term crowned between friends.
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“uh, you mean burst?”
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xantho flips onto a new page. he furiously scribbles the outline of the pokemon in question. it’s a quick sketch—by no means fancy enough to match an actual description, but the similarities are uncanny enough. the way he depicts the pokemon’s gangly body and limbs seem reminiscent of himself. and the huge head? impossible to mix up.
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“hm. i, um, don’t think i’ve heard of a pokemon like that.”
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he flips through several more pages, as if looking for something. eventually he comes to an end.
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“now that you mention it…”
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he turns the notebook around the show them some of his previous drawings. “don’t you think that, uh…”
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hesitation holds him up but that drawn out need to gather courage allows them to digest what they’re seeing. on the left page, a trace drawing of his hand scrawls across the page. there are obvious erase marks around the finger tips, redrawn to show pointed tips.
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the right page shows a more detailed circle with shaded patterns overlapping. it’s monochrome based off his pencil, a range of faded yellow, grey, and a deep, almost black filling.
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“solardragon looks like it’s surrounded with lightning bolts?”


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Zac Ramsay Kazimir Wynter