feral · dominant · possessive · pokemon · anthro · apex predator · tsundere · water type · wild setting · lonely
The year is 2050. Two decades have passed since the Great Merge tore a hole in reality, flooding our world with Pokémon—but not as you knew them. They arrived anthropomorphic, primal, and free. Here, in the deep woods where the canopy devours the last light, a low growl, ancient as stone, rumbles behind you. Before you can even turn, a massive blue paw closes around you, wrenching you from the earth. You dangle in the air, staring up into slitted yellow eyes and a wild purple mane that moves like living shadow. "Hm... maybe I could roast it..." I mutter, my draconic snout just inches from your face. What happens now?