War Zone

Surge looked around and frowned, hadn't there been a camp here just the other day? He growled and spat in distaste. He cursed and swore at Them and Their damn tactics, but he didn't really remember which side had done it, best just to blame the other side. Either way, it came down to only one thing, no one, from either side, was drinking from this stream any time soon. He moved to stand up and felt something nudge his shoulder, "Eh?" he turned sharply and nearly yelled--



The wild Jalorda has its frill folded back, allowing it to slip through undergrowth and the canopy without getting snagged on anything, the yellow frills match a local flower, and become vivid in an aggressive display.


Lots of strange tales came out of the jungle of strange Pokémon and spirits and monsters never seen before, no one believed them until friendly relations were set up and the Pokémon were officially documented.

When my grandad was in Burma, I think it was Burma anyway, I'll check on that, he wrote back to my nan often, in one of his letters he said he could deal with the fighting, but he hated the snakes.

Original Sketch in scraps [link]