skinstealer journal- a misc collection of postings

[skinstealer]

percy mortis

pokemon blog time...a new guy approaches


[image description: a beedril/lycanroc (midday) fusion, featuring a black lycanroc body, white countershading, white beedril wings angled vertically, deep blue bug eyes and inner ears, a beedril tail, and black antennae.]

Nectar is a beedrill/lycanroc fusion owned by a fairly run of the mill trainer, raised by her since it was a grubby (grub puppy). It doesn't get along with other pokemon easily, but never bites or lashes out, preferring to growl at and other ignore those who get under its skin. It's considered [trainer name goes here]'s partner pokemon, but it doesn't seem to be content with this, longing for a life outside of the one it has. Whether it's genuine wishing for a different trainer experience or simply wanting the greener grass on the other side, Nectar lives its life in a quiet state of discontent.

Due to not being very good at battling and yet the pokemon [trainer name] insists putting on every team as an active participant, Nectar and its trainer are pretty firmly relegated to "low level" areas, particularly one of the many early game forests in canon. Even with its dissatisfaction with its current life, Nectar lives for the moments where it can run around the forest, zipping around and playing in leaf litter.

Nectar collects flowers and shiny rocks, though often has to leave them behind when going home for the day. As such, it has multiple hiding places for its hoards throughout the woods, and only shows the rare pokemon it trusts with their locations. Its greatest fear is earthquakes- ever since it was a grubby, big shaking movements and things falling over scared it more than anything. Fighting ground types comes with a deep sense of peril as a result, with Nectar cowering against anything carrying Earthquake as a move.