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Pokemon Worldbuilding; The Crown Tundra King & His Knights

In centuries long ago, the Darkest Day raged and ravaged the Galar region, when heros took up sword and shield. Beside Zacian, Zamazenta, and the human heros, was the Fae prince Calyrex. The prince stood beside the heros, healing them as the battle raged. As the battle came close, Calyrex suffered a grievous injury, fleeing to where Eternatus would not follow.

Calyrex was found by the nomadic people of the Samhain Tundra–the lands ravaged by bitter cold, where the snow is all that comes. While their wounds healed, they were witness to the most destructive of the Tundra’s natural forces; the wild horses of Spectrier and Glastrier. With the help of the people, Calyrex obtained the hair from each horse while providing a flower made from their Fae magic. Together, the Reigns of Unity were weaved, allowing for the Fae prince to ride and tame the wild forces. Now with incredible power at their paws, Calyrex sped across the Samhain Tundra, pushing back the neverending snowfall.

The nomadic people were grateful, and dubbed Calyrex the King of the Tundra, giving the lands a new name–the Crown Tundra. In further gratitude, the people took to the mountain peak, where a sacred tree grew, of Fae origin, and built a shrine fit for their King. Each year, a festival was held, each person recreating the Reigns of Unity with common materials, to remember their connection to Calyrex–the unity between people and Pokemon. Alongside, great harvests of carrots for the King and steeds.

As years drew on, Calyrex worked their magic to create guardians for the lands, against the Evil that lurked in the dark. Though a King of the land, they were still a Fae, vulnerable to the Unseelie courts. Thus, created a trio with a unique trait each; a will of iron, a fortitude of stone, a swiftness of wind, birthing the Galarian Justice Trio. No force of the Unseelie would stay long.

Time continued onward, with centuries of bounty. Over the years, traditions slowly faded. And atop the Crown Shrine, unseen in years, the Reigns of Unity broke. Calyrex, alone, retreated into the sacred tree, falling comatose. Without a master, the destructive hearts of Spectrier and Glastrier were set loose. In their flurries, they destroyed 5 human settlements within the Crown Tundra. With the King’s magic cut, the Galarian Justice Trio fell into a state between life and death. Their honorable Fighting Type decaying into a mindless Poison–Cobalion’s iron rusted, Terrakion corroded, and Virizion rotted. Trapped in motionless heaps, aware, as their bodies and minds decomposed.

The deep winter slowly returned over the centuries, until all that is left is the sole town of Freezington.

Upon Calyrex’s return to power, the Galarian Justice Trio are slowly reawakening. All that remains now is a hate, and unyielding urge, to hunt anyone, anything, that carries the Dark Type.

The determination to carry out even the toughest of tasks with pride...

(without bars)

Same prison, just different walls...

Poketober Day 9: Bug Type

Curiosity makes one do things they normally wouldn't..

One month until the deadline of early action

me: *still drawing plants

See if u can recognize them?)

The Battle of Vah Ruta (TW BLOOD)

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Poketober Day 14: Dragon Type

Watch out for the eyes staring at you from the dark..