#splicedskies

Pets for the big Wyrm friend!

Altra giving pets to the friend shaped eldritch being.

Pets?

Pets?!

(Art by @splicedskies )

He lies on the floor a lot. That's it that's the headcanon. Calls it floor time & he uses it to decompress!! Works especially well with his Pokémon laying on his back for extra pressure, kinda like a floor sandwich in a way.

Hope stared helplessly at the culinary carnage caused by a certain caterpillar. She'd only taken her eyes off of Slinky for a moment, only to turn back and find him missing. She didn't have to go very far to find him demolishing another trainer's food supplies. He had worked surprisingly quickly, and had eaten so much that he was practically a sausage now.

"I am SO sorry! I only took my eyes off him for a second-" She quickly apologized, hurrying to scoop up the wurmple sausage.

"Slinky you should know better!" She gently scolded. "I've told you before that you can just ask if you want more food- You shouldn't be going off and stealing from others."

The wurmple's only response was a satisfied squeak as he hung limp in Hope's arms. With a long-suffering sigh Hope turned to look up at the victim of Slinky's culinary crime.

"Yeah! I love it!"

For having been ravaged by violent winds and surfing sands, the plain that they crossed into as they left the dunes behind looked surprisingly lush and placid. Seated beside Altra, Gemma yawned from their mount. Alma kept her voice low for Nata's sake, and occasionally rubbed her eyes from beneath her spectacles.

"And the cycle begins anew," Alma observes, tired, tender smile finding its way onto her lips as they ride along the riverbank. Like clockwork the herds of Mareep and Zebstrika had returned to graze. Squawkabilly were singing from their perches in the acacia trees. It was as though the chaos of the evening before had never even occurred.

"This is the power that the Dragontorch holds. After each inclemency, a season of bounty arrives, and both the people and pokemon that live here flourish. Eventually, that supply of energy will fade, and the season of fallow will begin," Alma hums. "Plenty, Fallow, Inclemency. That's the way of this land. No matter how many times I see it, the Windward Plain in Plenty never ceases to take my breath away."

In the distance, the Wind's Gasp arcs towards the sky, standing tall over its domain. Compared to the volatile storm that brewed within it, it looks majestic. There was no sign of Zapdos either, confirming their suspicions that the thunderbird had returned to its lair to nest for the season.

With its spiraling rivers and towering mountains, Sinnoh was quite different from the plains and valleys of Paldea. But of course, that did not the least deter Ignacio to keep using Zephyr as his singular mode of transportation during his stay in the old region.

If nothing else, the little practice he'd gotten riding through alpine terrain when coming back to his family in Blackthorn proved useful, the altitude of Mount Silver being only slightly lesser than that of Mount Coronet. As long as the pair remained low enough for the Dragon-type to handle the lower temperatures, they could go basically anywhere and nothing would be able to stop them.

At least, that's what he believed, but as Zephyr darted through a tunnel, he came to a sudden, completely unexpected halt, nearly throwing his trainer off his back.

Ignacio steered his companion a few steps back, asking him what was wrong. In response, as soon as the Cyclizar's front claws were back on the ground, he angled himself so the light on the headpiece of his harness would shine a literal light on the reason of his sudden halt.

There, kneeling right in the way of the tunnel's exit, was... some teenager, Ignacio could tell at a glance. But as for what they were doing, he did not have any idea. All that mattered was that they were in his way, and he rarely took kindly to that.

It's always some fucking kid, he would have mumbled out loud if he wasn't pretty certain his voice would echo.

He dismounted from Zephyr's back, slipped a treat from his jacket into his maw, and then went to confront whoever that weirdo was.

Relationship Time [Gimme]

ALTRA HER LITTLE BROTHER BELOVED.

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🟡 family out of circumstance

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