FeralGator

As are you, my friend! Juupoo

I don't know mang. How did YOU? mickymousecapade

Dang you Stalker. I thought I told you to quit stalkin me? Stalker

*slides in on the slidebelt of whatever* GatorLover thank you very much! >u> JuuPoo

God dammit how did you know?! I thought I was doing a great job sneaking around too!! Eorza

But you didn't expect me, Juu. Nope. I'm an outlier. >u> Isn't that right, mde?

6/10

I had a boss at my old job who was in the military. She would be sent off every so often for training. She could kick the asses of many guys if she wanted to. Long story short, plain old answer is: "I don't know." The performance of every single woman cannot be categorized based on what only a few may show. There are probably woman out there a shit ton more capable than guys when it comes to certain field positions. That includes carrying the 60 lbs (my boss could easily do that). What all of this comes down to is simple 'he said', 'she said' notions that while yes, we have an opinion to state, and no more true than they are false. Woman are a capable creature. Men are a capable creature. It boils down to the individuals themselves rather than the inclusion of an entire populace.

Nope it's just big ol' me flopping in at number whatever this post is!! I say Juu comes next

What else? Hmmmm.... how about some Feral art? 8D Annnnnnnd ummm..... a griffon character of mine as a wee bab!!

Moar Skittylord cause why the heck not?

Try again TRHS

Chapter 1: The Unthinkable The storm ravaged on showing no signs of regressing anytime soon. Each member of Killa’s pack was soaked to the bone from the continuous rains. There weren’t many places in the southern part of the Peridot Ward that the pack could take shelter in unfortunately. Most places that existed were already inhabited by other Pokemon, or in most cases, by human gangs. The run down buildings that looked at least ten times their age didn’t fair much better either. Their destroyed walls, broken in rooftops, and unstable foundations made it too tricky to take one of them for shelter either. For now, the pack remain in their open alleyway near the dumpster. The smell was ungodly when the rains fell, but it was something they just had to deal with. “Alpha still isn’t back yet,” whined Prince as he curled up against Albert some more, trying to find dry fur to nuzzle into. Albert was a fairly seasoned Mightyena with fur so matted and clumped together, it was a wonder how even flees could call it home. Every time the old wolf scratched he either got his leg caught in some of the matted mess, or a clump of it would tear out. He often times just laughed those moments off, not letting his age or poor health get in the way of his enthusiasm. Even in these dreary times, the old coot somehow found a way to bring even a little hope to this tiny male oriented pack. “Don’t you fret there young’n,” he said in a raspy yet chipper voice. “Our ol’ Alpha is a strong girl. I bet you she’ll be bringin’ back with her somethin’ of a catch to eat!” Albert knew that there wasn’t much food out there, and also that if anything was brought back it most likely would be nothing more than some scrawny bird or something. Still, it was best to try and keep the little ones hopeful. They were the only true lights this pack had. “Ugh… there he goes filling their heads with false hope again,” grumbled Percy through gritted teeth. He was sitting a ways away from Albert and the two pups, keeping mostly to himself so he could complain in peace. The only pack member that ever seen to truly listen to his ramblings was Euca, and sadly he was off on patrol with the alpha. Percy was a decently aged Mightyena with lighter colored fur than most others in the pack. It wasn’t light enough to really mark him as unique, but it certainly distinguished him from the rest in the pack. “You’re lucky the pups can’t hear you right now, Percy,” stated Morrison. “Not that it would matter in the end. I’m sure Albert would find a way to twist your words around or mark you off as a ‘stinky stunky’ so to speak.” Morrison’s words were soft and quiet as he lay next to Dahlia. Only Percy would be able to hear him at his pitch, not that Percy himself was even paying attention. “Look Percy,” he continued, “Prince and Johanna need to have hope for every tomorrow that comes for them. We want them to be strong and proud of the pack they are in. It doesn’t matter the state of our health or anything like that. We need to keep them smiling and feeling safe and proud. You and I, even Albert over there, know the true state we are in. That doesn’t mean however that we ruin it for the young ones. Yes, we should make sure that we keep it to a moderation, but that doesn’t mean we extinguish it all together.” Percy let out a huff of air from his nostrils, snorting in Morrison’s direction before going to rest his head on his forelegs. “Yeah well if you ask me… Albert’s done more than his share of ‘hoping’ for them…” Morrison simply rolled his eyes at Percy before taking all his focus back to Dahlia. She barely spoke anymore and barely ate. Nuzzling into her soaked fur, Morrison let out a long and soft sigh. He worried about her more than anyone else in the entire pack, often sitting vigil alongside her each and every night. “She’s going to get up again… right?” Morrison jumped at the tiny voice, looking quickly to see the strangely colored Poochyena beside him now. “I can’t say for sure, Johanna,” sighed the older wolf. He put on a placid smiled for the pup before another string of lightning strikes lit up the sky, startling the pups once more. Both buried themselves into the respective Mightyena they were near; Morrison grunting at the sudden burst of the light brown and white Poochyena as he pressed against his chest. “There, there, Johanna. You and Prince know that the lightning can’t hurt you. Nor can the thunder that follows after it.” Johanna barely peeked over the fur that his face was pressed tightly against, a little whimper in his voice breaking up some of his words into a higher pitch as he responded, “But it’s still scary, Morrison…” Another flash and the pups eyes were planted into Morrison’s fur once more. Percy rolled his eyes and looked away, trying to find a part of their alleyway that didn’t have anything annoying in his line of sight. Morrison comforted Johanna as best he could, keeping the pup close as the storm billowed on. “Thorn keep point! We’re closing in on our camp!” barked Killa as she looked back to the males behind her. “Euca, go gather up the scraps we hid.” She looked to Derek then, her eyes squinting some before turning away to focus on something else. Derek’s ears flashed back at her look before slowly flipping forward again. He knew what this meant. Thorn and Euca did as instructed without any hesitation, Thorn keeping point and watching over Euca as he ran over to a few piles of trash. The ground was too hard to dig in and with so few patches of dirt to work with, they had to adapt and use human garbage to hide their food under. It had been all too long since Euca had last tasted a Pidgey that was fresh and unaffected by what it was buried in. Sadly, it had also been a long time since Euca had tasted Pidgey to begin with. Their scraps consisted mostly of old chicken bones with barely anything left on them, a few pathetic pieces of discarded hamburger, and some fast food wrappers still covered in grease and a bit of stuck cheese. It was hardly a meal for anyone. Even a pup would struggled with finding anything filling with this pathetic haul. Still, a haul was a haul and every bit of it was taken advantage of. As Euca was gathering up the pieces of the haul, his ears twitched. Quickly his attention turned, though his head remained lowered. Killa didn’t even have to tell Derek to check out the sound. He was on it as soon as it had crossed his ears. Slowly he walked around the corner of one of the buildings, doing his best to try and sniff out any hostile scent that may have been near. It was true that not many Pokemon would dare try to take on a pack of Mightyena, but that didn’t mean that everything was safe. Purrloin were crafty enough to sneak on by as well as brave enough to attempt stealing from their haul. Murkrow were the same, though it wasn’t likely that one would be out in this storm. When nothing could be spotted or smelled, Derek pulled back. It was a reluctant withdrawal back to his group, but it was one he made with some confidence that the noise had nothing to do with them. “Nothing,” he said to Killa. “Good. The last thing we need is a scuffle so close to camp.” Killa gave the order and the three males followed behind her into the alleyway that they marked as their own. Thorn turned after walking into the entrance and sat down to block the only open way in (and subsequently out) to the rest of the pack. With him on point, it wasn’t likely that anything would get by. Further in the alleyway, Killa came upon the rest of her pack. She could see Albert with Prince, telling him a story to keep his attention diverted from the storm above. Percy was moody as usual, and Morrison like always, was still taking vigil next to the sickly Dahlia. Her brow lifted when she saw that Johanna was with him, but quickly just shrugged it off and moved on from it. “Prince, Johanna, come get the chicken bones from Euca,” she ordered. “Alpha!” blurted out Prince. “You’re back!” As he got up to rush over towards Euca, the rest of the pack turned their attention over to the returning group. “Find anything?” asked Morrison. “Hey c’mon now, Prince you gotta share! That chicken has more on it than the one I got!” Johanna barked as the two pups were given their respective chicken bones to feast on. Their little scuffle went unnoticed by the rest of the pack whose attention were all locked on Killa at the moment. “Garret is gone. We found his body in the water by the old factory. There will be no new females either. We barely even managed to find food this time, so I doubt that any chances of gaining new females will be happening anytime soon.” The pack was silent at her announcement. Even the scuffle between Prince and Johanna had stopped. “Garret…. Garret is gone? You mean he’s..” “Dead.” Killa didn’t even bother letting Albert try to finish his sentence. “Yes. He’s dead and his body was floating in the toxic waters making it impossible for us to eat it. The only thing that has come from this discovery is that now we have one less mouth to feed. Two if Dahlia’s condition doesn’t improve.” There was a cold ruthlessness in Killa’s voice as she spoke. Her eyes stayed locked on Albert, their cold gaze practically staring right through the older wolf before taking a quick glance over to the barely breathing body of their second female. She could tell that Morrison wasn’t a fan of what she’d added in there, seeing a bit of his fangs as he tried to unsuccessfully hide them from her. “What are we going to do, then?” Albert asked. Killa didn’t give him any kind of an answer. Instead she just walked over towards Morrison and made sure she was in his line of sight. She didn’t bother sitting down, nor did she lower her head to look at him. She kept it raised, her eyes focused on the dumpster at the end of the alleyway as she spoke. “You know that I’m right, Morrison. Showing your fangs in the hopes that my word will be taken back is chivalrous at best. Dahlia’s condition hasn’t improved in almost a week now. You need to come into reality and face what you find so unthinkable. If you don’t, then I cannot promise you that your remaining time in this pack will be easy spent.” “That’s a laugh,” chortled Percy. Killa slowly turned her gaze to him; her rather lifeless, cold eyes almost challenging Percy to open his mouth again. Percy’s reaction was instantaneous upon the gaze settling on him. His maw shut tight and once more, his eyes shifted quickly to whatever part of the alley that was barren and empty. His body stiffened up as well, almost curling in on itself a bit more as he hastily raised up what little defense was left in his mangy form. Johanna and Prince both looked at one another; ears flat and bodies almost limp from everything being discussed. Prince turned away from Johanna to look at their alpha. With a small whimper he asked her, “Is he…. is he really…… dead? Will we never see Garret again?” Killa didn’t even respond to Prince. She didn’t even looked the two pups in the eyes as she walked past them. She merely just headed to her spot in the back, laying down next to the dumpster and curling up in a way so only her back faced the rest of her pack. Derek nodded to Euca to pass out the rest of the scraps while he went to tend to Killa. “Where is all your proud talk now, Morrison?” questioned Percy in a harsh whisper as Euca came over, handing him the wrapper. “Get that away from me,” Percy snapped. “I don’t want it. Give it to Albert!” He quickly turned around so his back was facing Euca, prompting an exasperated sigh from the younger male. He did as Percy demanded and handed the wrapper over to Albert whom had come over to where both Percy and Morrison were currently laying. He sat down, thanking Euca for the food and slowly lowered to his stomach. “My my… these ol’ bones o’ mine are gonna’ give out on me one o’ these here days, haha. Can’t say I don’t be blaimin’ them neitha. Not with all this rain we been gettin’ lately.” “Could you give it a rest already, Albert?!” snarled Percy. “Stop putting on an act of faith! Look at this pack! Look at what we are being forced to eat! Hell, look at the fact that our only real source of clean water is the very rain that your damn bones seems to hate so much! Hell not even the RAIN is perfectly clean! Why can’t you just for once try not to find a positive outlook for everything?! Not everything is going to have it!” “Hey knock it off, Percy!” Morrison chimed in. “The last thing we need is for you to go off the rails again! It’s not good for the pups and it certainly isn’t good for Dahlia!” “Oh well EXCUSE ME!” Percy swiftly stood, his fangs bared and ready to rip into whatever pushed him even further. “Wouldn’t want to interrupt the she-yena while she’s busy dying over there! No, no it’s very important and requires her full undivided, yet fading, attention!” Morrison had been pushed beyond his limits right there. With his fangs at the ready, his lips curled back, and his fur on end, the young wolf leaped at Percy. The two were now in a full fight with one another. Snarling and growling echoed in the alleyway as the two bit, slashed, ripped, and clawed one another in their very limited space. Johanna and Prince were now behind Albert, shaking and whimpering as the older wolf remained where he was, unmoving aside from his head and eyes. Not even Killa reacted to the fight outside of her ears as they twitched every so often. She just kept her gaze to the brick wall in front of her as Derek turned to watch the fight in disgust. He knew better than to get between the two wolves when they were like this, and that nothing he could do would be any better than the solution the two had come to on their own. Even Euca and Thorn didn’t react outside of a typical twitch of the ear. Fur was being thrown everywhere as blood splattered the two fighting Mightyena. Their quarrel showed no evidence of mercy as each sank their teeth deeply into the other when the chance was given. It wasn’t long after the fight had started did a victor soon begin to show. Morrison was younger than Percy and had more saved up strength than the other Mightyena. It was evident more and more as Percy started failing to land his bites and failing to block any of the attacks. When his chance was there, he jumped away from Morrison, landing a few feet from him. Turning with a snarl, he tried to gain his footing as Morrison darted after him. The two locked jaws with one another, Morrison biting down on Percy’s face while Percy did the same to Morrison. Through force and a bit of luck, Percy was able to manage his footing and push Morrison back. Through this, Percy turned his head in the gripping bite and locked his paws on the ground. This gave him the momentum he needed after pushing Morrison back, to pull his head to the side, cutting through Morrison’s muzzle. The younger wolf quickly released, whimpering loudly as he stumbled back and fell to the ground, bloodied and shaking. “Know….. know your place… pup,” huffed Percy as he stood victorious. One wouldn’t have guessed it to be a victory however. The Mightyena’s legs shook from the pain that coursed through his body, while blood painted his already darkened coat with patches of deep crimson. His breathing was irregular from both being out of breath, and from the pain refusing to properly let any breath in. Morrison was in just as bad of shape as he lay on his side, huffing and gasping out for whatever air he could manage to pull into his lungs. His body was weak, tired, injured, and shamed. He’d lost not just a fight against a pack member, but he’d lost the fight to reclaim Dahlia’s honor. What Percy said still rang true with this defeat, shattering both Morrison’s heart and his pride. Percy didn’t even take a minute before letting himself limply stumble to the ground, lowering to his stomach so he could rest and regain his strength. He had his back to Morrison, knowing well that the Mightyena wouldn’t dare try to attack him any time soon. The two were both injured and exhausted beyond their limits for anything more to happen. The only thing the both of them could do right now was to just lay where they fell and let their bodies try to heal. It was going to be hard due to both food and water being pretty much unavailable, but certainly not impossible. There was only one thing that Killa had to say in remark to this, and it was a word uttered under her breath as she breathed out. “Fools.”

Thank you, very much! Yes, I did the coloring myself as well. It's not my favorite part of illustrating, but I still enjoy it. lol - It's incredibly helpful to know how to color, as it gives you a completed work truly all your own, as well as a wider array of skills to help set you apart. Ahhh you like that watermark do ya? Thank ya! It was fun designing my insignia. I try to put it on every single piece I make now. ouo

I hope that this is in the right spot. lol. I really want to show you guys my artwork both Pokemon wise as well as personal. I'm a professional illustrator (graduated college with a degree in it) and I'm very proud of my work. I am very open to critiques so don't be afraid to give them. This is what I want to do for a living after all! ouo/ First off we have Skittylord. This was originally supposed to be a horrifying abomination of a creature, as in my head that's what it looked like. When I drew him however, he wound up being super adorable. I want a bean bag plushie of him so badly. lawl Second is something I drew just this morning. It's an illustration of one of the characters from my newest fanfiction I posted up yesterday, Johanna!

A feedback topic for my fanfiction, 'The Dwellers'. This will also serve as a character archive for me so I can have a quick reference guide to whom has been introduced and when. Link to the Story: http://www.pokemonreborn.com/forum/index.php?showtopic=19722 Plot: Stray and wild Pokemon of Reborn try to live in the harsh environment of the city. Some believe it is best to side with humans, while others rebut and fear the idea of being captured by them. The story follows one young Poochyena through his struggles in this world and through the hard choices that come with it. Characters Mightyena Pack (Peridot Ward - introduced in prologue) Killa - female - alpha Derek - male - beta Garret (deceased) Albert - male Percy - male Morrison - male Dahlia (sick) - female Prince - male - pup (Poochyena/brother of Johanna) Johanna - male - pup (Poochyena/brother of Prince) Thorn - male (introduced in chapter 1) Euca - male (introduced in chapter 1)

Nah it's just lil' ol' me!! Surprised, TRHS? ouo

My first fanfic in quiet some time. I keep getting this story in my head so I'm gonna type it out and place it here for you guys to read. Plot: Stray and wild Pokemon of Reborn try to live in the harsh environment of the city. Some believe it is best to side with humans, while others rebut and fear the idea of being captured by them. The story follows one young Poochyena through his struggles in this world and through the hard choices that come with it. Feedback Topic: http://www.pokemonreborn.com/forum/index.php?showtopic=19724 Take note that I do NOT have an editor for this. I'm editing it on my own so if I miss anything, do not hesitate to mention it in the feedback topic. I greatly appreciate any and all feedback you guys have to help make this a better story. THE DWELLERS Reborn fan fiction written by FeralGator Prologue Lightning crackled across the sky, turning a pitch black stormy night into a second long day of horror. There standing overtop the ledge was one heavy furred female Mightyena. Her red nose dipped downward as her eyes lay unmoving from their aimed target. Next to her grey and black furred body stood another Mightyena. Together, they had a presence that most would avoid. Apart however, and it was clear whom among the two was in charge. “One less mouth to feed,” growled the female of the two. “C’mon now. That used to be one of ours…” the male then broke in. “Couldn’t you show a bit of sympathy for him?” His ears shot back as a glare was cast in his direction. Thunder rolled at that perfect time, just as it seemed to be doing this entire night, aiding in the fear that the female was casting off. “We do not mourn the loss of a mouth, Derek,” she instructed him with a kind of soft intensity. Derek nodded quickly, understanding his alpha before looking back to the beta that now lay dead in the putrid waters. He knew that the alpha was right in what she said. The loss of this Mightyena just meant that it would be easier all around to feed the rest of the pack. The only problem was the relationships he had gained in his time among the ranks. “To those that joined the search, let us return to the rest. Garret is lost to us. His body is lost to our young. We will hunt in the morning.” The alpha then began to walk off with only two others accompanying her. Derek, however,r was not among them. “Derek that means you as well!” she called out. “I will join you momentarily my alpha! I just…. need to….-” “-You need to follow along!” she interrupted with a quick dart of her head back to stare at the other Mightyena. “Get your skinny ass back in ranks. The last thing I need is for some human to see you alone and attempt to capture you.” Derek sighed and looked from the body of Garret back to his alpha. “Yes, alpha,” he sighed as he walked back over to them. “Honestly Derek. Why you are my beta is beyond even my own understanding sometimes.. Why if I had my way I would-“ Her words began to trail off for Derek. He had taken the time to look back to the edge as he walked further and further away from it, ears flattening as he made a silent prayer for his friend. His alpha wasn’t in the wrong, not at all. He could never feel that she was. Derek just honestly wished that she could show more of what the rest could never see. For a Mightyena however, such things could mean life or death consequences. ~~~~~ “Tackle me, Johanna!” cried Prince as he dipped from left to right. The smaller gray and black Poochyena was energetic as ever despite the storm that was currently going on. The lightning often would stop the play between him and his brother, opting instead for a quick dart under the nearest Mightyena. The group would then laugh a bit, taking some enjoyment from their young members. “Maybe this can wait until the storm is over… huh, Prince?” asked Johanna. Prince nodded a bit after the two picked their heads up from underneath the extra fur that Albert had, chuckling themselves as they both agreed to wait out the storm. As fun as this play fighting was, it had more moments where they cringed in fear than when they would tackle in bravery. “It won’t be long before Alpha Killa returns,” marked Morrison as he looked to Prince and Johanna. His ears fell back when he stared at them. There was some form of guilt in their movement, even though none of it was truly directed towards the pups. “I hope she’s found Garret and a few other females…” “Don’t even talk about that savage,” groaned Percy. “Knock that conspiracy shit out of here, Percy. You know as well as I do that Garret was a strong wolf capable of bringing in food!” snarled Morrison. They were both the muscle of the pack, having hauled in more kills than anyone else save for the beta and alpha. They were like a guardians left behind to defend the weaker ones from trainers and who knows what else. That didn’t mean that they were without their faults though. While Morrison was overly trusting of his pack mates, Percy was the exact opposite. He trusted some, yes, but he held serious grudges against others. Garret just happened to be one of them. “Conspiracy my ass, Morrison! I saw him taking parts of the kill out of the territory a few nights back! And even then I saw the same thing last week! And before that even and-!” “Alright, alright! Sheesh you’re a whiny little pup, aren’t ya’?!” Morrison spat as he placed a paw over the other Mightyena’s muzzle to shut him up. He chuckled just then and gently patted Percy’s head before getting up to walk away from him. Percy remained there, grumbling to himself over Garret and the situation at hand. It was hard for anyone to make it out as anything but gibberish, though no one honestly tried. “Let’s just hope we see more females coming back with her. Dahlia isn’t going to make it much longer… we’re going to need another female if we want to survive,” Morrison then sighed as he walked over to their sickly member. She was barely breathing and barely cognitive. Anything said about her now would certainly go unheard and unnoticed. He went to sit by her, laying his head gently over her shoulder. “Why did you have to drink it?” Another string of lightning and a roar of thunder once again prompted the two pups to press under Albert. He chuckled, letting them hide as he curled himself around them. “It’s okay pups. The storm can’t get you. Not down here at least.” Their alleyway home was a decrepit one that lead to a dumpster in between two large buildings. The rain was still able to pelt them all, but it was merely just a trifle at this point. In all fairness, the rain reaching them was cherished. It still had some kind of purity to it that the sludge and slime of their drinking water didn’t. Still, it was not without its aggravations from time to time. “Drink the rainwater… at least try to Dahlia. Please…” pleaded Morrison. The female gave no response. Her breathing so low it was barely even visible through her small belly. She hadn’t spoken since her pups had been born. They were all sick and weak. Too weak to ever survive. The alpha had them killed when it was shown they wouldn’t be of use, leaving the mother devastated to say the least. “It wasn’t your fault…” he told her. She’d already been sick during her pregnancy, and knew well that her pups had a high chance of contracting her disease. Still, it was painful to have to know their true fate. “Dahlia will be okay,” barked out Prince. “She’s a strong Mightyena!” Morrison looked to Prince with a weak smile, nodding as he responded back. “Yes Prince. Dahlia is indeed a strong Mightyena. The strongest of us all.”