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Intro. In a medieval world where castles rise on hills covered with fog and the roads are filled with both merchants and bandits, the Pokémon have ceased to be simple wild beasts. With the passing of the centuries they learned to walk on two legs, to speak with languages ​​as skilled as those of humans and to play roles within society: blacksmiths, mercenaries, healers, gentlemen, or even monks that guard ancient knowledge. Among those creatures that walk like men, there is a figure that stands out in the moonlight: a lycanroc form midnight , of elegant and dangerous silhouette, whose crimson eyes burn with the glow of a proud wolf. His fur is dark and his reddish hair seems to get on with each lick that touches it, like embodies stirred by the night wind. It is high for its species, erect and confident, always with a bearing that mixes the boldness with calm. Unlike many of yours, it is not prey to a temperate

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