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Post by Pixel on Nov 9, 2024 10:14:13 GMT 11
Slowbro was processing the whole just evolved thing. And the fact that its tail actually really hurt. Being bitten though means dinner. Come here dinner...oh, oh wait. That's not dinner. That is...itself? It patted the shell that was now adhered to its backside, the pain it felt at the initial bite fading into the elation of metamorphosis. It felt...stronger? Yes. Much stronger now. It could sit on its hind legs quite firmly, stance steady. Then, movement. It turned its head and a human was showing it an image. Oh. Had it seen that pokemon before? Maybe? Yes. Yes it had. It left prints in the sand once. They were long since washed away. Was the human asking it for help? It couldn't answer in the ways humans understood. The slowbro slowly reached down and laid its hand in the wet sand, tracing the familiar outline of those prints that once marked the beach—long ago? Yesterday? Today?—a rounded paw with three toes. However, sand was a fickle medium. It was difficult to see the shape clearly. But...there was an effort. An understanding. "Slow...bro." Water ebbed closer, threatening to steal away its message. The slowbro turned again to face the sea.
Slowbro drew something in the sand... It's hard to tell but the shape is similar to some of the tracks you had seen before...Maybe backtrack and try to find prints that look similar? Animal handling (50%): XlISRy0Ip_1-100 Oooh barely success! 1-100
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