The Shaula Woods
Well, wasn't that a rare sight.
"What are you doing here?" Asked the boy to the Dragon pokemon, scratching at his chin. Though some wild dragon pokemon could be found wandering around the outskirts of town, they weren't really
that common.
Doug was pretty sure they weren't even native to Shaula. It was probably the result of multiple generations of Dragon Gym leaders. Even trained and domesticated Pokemon needed to, uh.. breed.
He rounded around the Turtonator, which eyed him calmly as he did. Pulling out his PokeDex, Doug scanned the the dragon while Sewaddle jumped out of the boy's hands, rounding around the massive turtle with a hum, eyeballing at its dimensions.
Doug's brows furrowed slightly as he read the PokeDex entry on the turtle, tilting his head slightly. Sulfur and other minerals... There was nothing like that around Shaula, he was certain of that.
"Huh. How the heck did you get so big?" Wondered the boy as he began to round around the turtle, following his pokemon as he did. Sewaddle had managed to fetch a bunch of flowers while he was distracted, and was in the process of making the dragon a crown of flowers. She seemed quite happy with what she had so far.
The Dragon had its gaze trained on them, but did little to interrupt their examinations of it. Curious. Doug didn't know a whole lot about Dragons, but he would have thought they would have been a little more... rowdy, maybe? Angry? Temperamental? Impatient?
All the myths and little legends surrounding them always spoke of destruction left in their wake, so this was certainly a bit... underwhelming, to say the least.
He scratched at his chin, looking at it up and down.
"Are you feeling okay?" He asked it, squinting while leaning forward for a better look. The Dragon took pause, closing its eyes as if to think. Then, it slowly shrugged its shoulders, unsure itself. "Yeah, that's what I thought."
Pokemon of a certain diet could adapt to new ones if forced to, but this always had some consequence.
"Are you here alone?." He asked the pokemon. It closed its eyes again, before nodding. As far as it knew, it had been born from an egg alone. Doug scratched at his chin, his brows knotting together. It definitely sounded like this one was an stranded one of the old man's mons.
Grasping at the dragon's arm, Doug began to tug it along, grunting under his breath as it refused to m- Oh, there it was. It had taken the pokemon like... 5 seconds to fully process the boy's words
and actions.
Yeah, that wasn't a good sign.
"Oh boy. We really need to get you to that." Muttered the boy as he dragged along the Turtonator. Sewaddle meanwhile leapt from the turtle's head to the boy, gesturing in grandesque fashion at the flower crown it had left on the dragon's head.
Doug could only snort, though he petted the tiny bug. "Nice work; looks great on 'im." Said the boy, holding out his pokedex screen towards the fire type so it could get a look at itself. After about 3 seconds, it smiled.
"See? He likes it too." Sewaddle brightened considerably at this, puffing her chest with pride.
Of course the dragon would like it; everything she made was
perfect.The walk to his parents home took longer than it normally would; the dragon was not in much of a rush and Doug did not feel like getting rowdy over it.
Father was, rather understandably, perplexed at the sight of such draconic, fiery, non bug shaped pokemon following his son. He opeend his mouth, to say something-
"It's not mine, no." Well, there went that.
They sat down to examine the dragon shortly after. Though Doug knew about nutrition, his father was
certified in it, so he could give a far more thorough analysis.
"It's good you brought him here; it needs a serious change in its current diet." His father said as he began to look through his list of contacts, wondering which of his many middlemen could get him
minerals...
"So what do we do with it?" Asked the boy, scratching the back of his head while looking at the Dragon. It sat on their couch silently, looking off to the side calmly and staring out to the yard outside, where some of his mother's Poliwrath's and their children played in the pond.
"Why, we take care of it, of course." Said his father as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Doug didn't even know what else he should have been expecting. "I could always use some help in the restaurant anyways." Said the man as he stood and patted the Turtle's shoulder, smiling at the pokemon. After a few seconds, it smiled back.
"I don't have any pokeballs on me though; we'll have to use on of yours." Said the man, turning to face his son, who stared at him flatly. "Don't make that face son, it's just a pokeball."
"It's
my Net ball. If it captures it, it'll be registered as
my pokemon."
"Sounds good to me, lord knows you could use a little variety in that list of yours."
"Har har. No thanks. I'll capture it, but it's
your pokemon from now on."
"Yeah yeah. If you ever need it, you know where to find it."
"That won't happen."
"Sure it won't, son, sure it won't."
"Tch."
TurtonatorLevel 10,
Gender Male
Ability shell armor
MoveSet Personality
This calm, collected pokemon is unfamiliar with all forms of pokemon battle. Its origins are dubious at best, and Douglas still isn't sure if it is a wild pokemon or if it 'belongs' to the old man, though the fact that he could catch it suggests it was on its own. Because it has lived its whole life in the forest, its carapace is noticeably less explosive than the average Turtonator, due to the lack of sulfur and other components usually consumed by the species while living in Volcanos. It is also, strangely, slightly larger than the average member of it species.
Along with a less explosive carapace is also a cool head and a non existent temper, differing heavily from the average Turtonator. It is of a very gentle and enjoys small gestures and gifts. However, it lacks the ferocity in combat other Turtonator's display, being more at home on the defense.
It's a bit slow witted and takes its time to do anything, which Doug and his father attribute to diet-induced lethargy.
It dislikes the meats and veggies, though it has adapted to eating them. It loves minerals, having found some within caves, but due to how few there are around Shaula Town it hasn't eaten many before.
Douglas didn't so much capture it as simply dragged it to his dad to check its health. His dad technically was the one to adopt it, though the pokeball used was one of Doug's own, so it is registered as one of Doug's, It is currently residing in the Freeman residence, and being taught to help around his father's kitchen.
