Purrsian
My personal redesign of the Pokémon Persian and it’s shiny variant, I am pretty proud of it.
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Purrsian
My personal redesign of the Pokémon Persian and it’s shiny variant, I am pretty proud of it.
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A Walk With The White Wolf
The world faded away as the purrsian fell to the ground, the searing pain in his back fading to a chill. He could faintly hear the cries of his allies as he closes his eyes, accepting that he fell against the raiders. He felt his soul leave his body and rose to see the White Wolf standing in front of him, her gaze calling him to walk with her. He could see his body below as he stood up, and started to walk with her into the light in the distance.
As he walked, he saw his time with the PBB before him. His first encounter with PeeBee, as he helped her establish a name for her tavern. When Digger came in for the first time and stayed with them even in the face of dangers. When CC shared a meal with him, and when Charged sparred with him to keep them both in shape. All his studies with Rising, hoping to become an acolyte of Luna who could actually do something. His visits to Whisperwood, and his meeting with other paladins of the Lunar Order. The darkening wolf beside him urged him on with a bump on his side.
He could even see back to times before the PBB when he was wandering outside of Purrsia, feeling exiled due to his psionic abilities. Him seeing the ponies mostly open with each other and finding it confusing how trusting they are, and willing to share their food and homes with those who are suffering. He could see the time he vowed to turn away from the swindling natures of his fellow Purrsians and would be honest in his dealings with ponykind. And as he walked further down the road with the wolf behind him, he could feel a tugging on his soul, a part of him rejecting the idea that this would be his last, and that the ever-darkening wolf beside him would have a hold him forever. He could almost hear Rising's voice, urging him to live again.
Just a bit of writing that I did a while back after my DnD character died in a session. After he was resurrected, I got the writing bug and this was what came out. Gonna be posting more writing stuff here when I get the bug, so stick around if you want me to spew words about my characters, be they Pokemon, D&D, or Other!
oh I cannot put in words how much I love my furrrrbaby! <3