The Monster Catcher's Journal

Pommewraith

Today I’m finally introducing one of the rarest Glyphs I have ever encountered on Nibiru… Pommeraith. This Cosmic/Fae type Glyph was discovered deep within the Inado Desert inside a mysterious place known as the Swinging Willows a forest that should not even exist. The trees there move without wind, the air smells like sweet apples, and strange glowing spores drift through the darkness like tiny stars. That is where I found Pommeraith. At first I thought the stories about it were fake. Most travelers believed Pommeraith was only a desert myth because almost nobody had ever seen one and lived to talk about it. But after following an ancient signal into the Swinging Willows, Aura Beak and I came face to face with the truth. Pommeraith is unlike any Glyph I’ve ever seen before. Its head resembles a bright red apple with glowing blue eyes and a small worm-like horn curling from the top beside a leaf stem. Its body is covered in soft dark fur while massive cosmic butterfly wings spread behind it glowing with star-like patterns. Despite its adorable appearance, Pommeraith possesses incredible abilities connected to spores, illusion energy, and ancient forest magic. But what makes Pommeraith truly special… is its story. When I first encountered it, the poor thing was being hunted by Sand Stalkers inside the Swinging Willows. The creature was terrified and alone. Through visions shown by the ancient willow trees, I learned that Pommeraith’s species had nearly gone extinct long ago after hunters invaded their forest and the desert swallowed their home. At least… That’s what we thought. After Luna, Zena, and Astra rescued Aura Beak and me from the Sand Stalkers, we discovered something unbelievable hidden beneath the dunes near the forest. A second Pommeraith. A baby. The little one was weak and hiding alone beneath the rocks of the desert, but the older Pommeraith immediately recognized it and protected it like family. It was one of the sweetest moments I’ve ever witnessed during my journeys as a Glyph Catcher. Since bringing them back to the sanctuary, the two Pommeraiths have adapted surprisingly fast… maybe a little too fast. The baby Pommeraith quickly became best friends with our resident chaos gremlin Patches, which has already resulted in glowing paint explosions, destroyed storage rooms, and Aura Beak losing his patience at least twelve times. The older Pommeraith is much calmer and acts almost like a protective older sibling or parent. It watches over the baby constantly and seems deeply connected to emotions around it. Whenever someone in the sanctuary feels upset or anxious, Pommeraith quietly floats nearby and releases glowing calming spores into the air. It’s honestly one of the gentlest Glyphs I’ve ever met. But there is still much we do not know. Why does the Swinging Willows appear and disappear? How many Pommeraiths once existed? And why were the Sand Stalkers so desperate to hunt them? Those are mysteries I still plan to uncover. For now, the last known Pommeraiths on Nibiru are safe here in our underground sanctuary… where they will hopefully continue causing only manageable levels of chaos. Hopefully.

Echovern

When we first brought Echovern home from the Echo River, I never imagined our sanctuary would end up filled with tiny hatchlings running across the floors and mimicking everyone they heard. For weeks the underground base echoed with squeaky croaks, splashing water, and Aura Beak getting bullied by babies half his size. But today was adoption day. Since we’ve been hiding from the Council of Elders, we couldn’t use the Cross Sigils Outpost anymore. That place has been abandoned for a long while now, and honestly… returning there would’ve been too dangerous for everyone involved. So instead, we opened the hidden sanctuary itself to trusted caretakers from across Nibiru. I was nervous at first. The sanctuary is our home. Our safe place. Letting strangers inside while the Council hunts us felt risky, but the moment the guests arrived and the hatchlings waddled over to greet them, all that fear started fading away. Each baby found someone. Ripple bonded with a young boy almost instantly and followed him everywhere. Mossfin curled up beside an older couple from Verdent Stock like he had known them forever. One of the little troublemakers kept copying Luna’s voice and got named Grumble because of it which honestly fit perfectly. Watching Echovern interact with her babies before they left nearly broke me. Every hatchling returned to her one last time before going with their new families, and she gently touched her snout against theirs like she was saying goodbye in her own way. I think she understood. That we weren’t taking them away from her. We were giving them a future. Afterward we held a huge Verdent Stock picnic inside the sanctuary beside the aquatic pond. Lantern Glyphs floated overhead while everyone shared food, stories, and laughed at the babies causing chaos. At one point Ripple fell directly into a bowl of fruit and copied a scream so perfectly that half the sanctuary panicked. Even with the Council of Elders still out there somewhere… tonight felt peaceful. For the first time in a long time, the sanctuary didn’t feel like a bunker or a hiding spot. It felt like a home filled with life. And as I watched the new caretakers leave with their adopted Echoverns safely in their arms, I realized something. Maybe protecting Glyphs isn’t just about catching them. Maybe it’s about making sure they’re loved long after they leave your care.

Kurofangra

Today wasn’t supposed to be anything special. It started like any other day in hiding quiet, tense, and careful. But everything changed the moment the detector led us back toward Yukimori’s remains. That’s where I found him—Kurofangra. A glyph forged from the same eruption as Tuskunai, carrying blades instead of fear, and power instead of hesitation. He didn’t fight me the way most glyphs do. He judged me. And when he chose to come with me… I knew things were about to change. Bringing him back to the sanctuary wasn’t easy. Even inside his glyphid, I could feel the tension between him and Tuskunai like two storms trying not to collide. And Aura Beak? He felt it immediately. The moment Kurofangra was released, the entire room turned into a silent standoff. Three different powers. One space. And me in the middle, trying to hold it together. But something shifted. They didn’t fight. They chose not to. And that choice… mattered. Because not long after that, the Council found us. They didn’t knock. They tried to break their way in and take what they still think belongs to them. But this time We didn’t run. We fought. Together. Aura Beak struck from above. Tuskunai moved with precision. Kurofangra cut through everything in front of him. And for the first time since we started hiding… We pushed the Council back. We won. After that, things felt different. Zena and Luna came out ready to fight but they didn’t need to. Not this time. And somehow, in the middle of everything, Astra walked out with a tray of starbound muffins like the world wasn’t almost ending. And honestly? That might’ve been the best part. Because for a moment, we weren’t being hunted. We weren’t preparing for the next attack. We were just… home. We sealed the sanctuary after that stronger than before. Not just with power, but with trust. That’s what this episode was really about. Not just gaining another glyph. Not just beating the Council. But learning that strength doesn’t come from power alone. It comes from standing together. And now? If the Council comes back… They won’t find us hiding. They’ll find us ready.

Tuskunai

Today’s entry is… different. Some Glyphs you track. Some you chase. Some you barely survive. Tuskunai? …Tuskunai felt like I interrupted something I wasn’t meant to see. We found it buried beneath the ruins of the Stormscar Delta if “found” is even the right word. It didn’t emerge like a creature. It unfolded. An elephant-shaped Glyph, forged from metal and gravity itself, balanced on a kunai-like spike as if the world beneath it didn’t matter. It doesn’t walk. It doesn’t run. It hops. Each movement precise. Measured. And every landing bends the world around it. The Glyph Detector Gun confirmed what my instincts already knew Tuskunai wasn’t natural. It was created the day the Yukimori Volcano erupted… the same day the Yukimori Powerplant melted down. Lava met radioactive air. And the wildlife of that valley didn’t just mutate They were forged. Tuskunai was once something living. An elephant-like creature that got caught between two disasters and came out the other side as something… weaponized. But the most unsettling part? It wasn’t whole when I caught it. Part of it still existed in Yukimori. Still moving. Still hopping. Like it never left. I had to make a choice. Leave it split between two realities… Or finish what the disaster started. So I used the Forge Chamber. Something I swore I wouldn’t rely on. And I completed it. Now Tuskunai is stable. Whole. No more echoes. No second signal. It stays where it stands. Moves when it chooses. But there’s something I haven’t told Zena. Something I haven’t logged officially. Sometimes… late at night… When everything is quiet No movement. No activity. I still hear it. CLINK. Just once. And I can’t tell if it’s a memory… …or if a small part of Tuskunai is still out there hopping in a place that no longer exists.

Mootaa

Today, I’m taking you with us back to the moment everything changed. The day we found Mootaa… and her baby. On Nibiru, danger doesn’t always announce itself. Sometimes, it waits in silence. And that’s exactly what we walked into when our glyph detectors led us deep into the Inado Desert. The readings were off the charts but there was nothing there. No sound. No movement. No warning. Until she revealed herself. Mootaa wasn’t like any Glyph we’d seen before an impossible fusion with a piercing beak and towering snail-like eye stalks that struck faster than we could react. Her attack what I later named Snail Snap was precise, aggressive, and relentless. But something felt different. She wasn’t hunting us. She was protecting something. And then we heard it A smaller voice. A softer “mootaa…” That’s when we saw the baby. Everything changed in that moment. What we thought was a hostile encounter… was really a mother standing her ground. Injured, exhausted, and still willing to fight anything that got too close to her child. Instead of attacking, we made a choice. We helped her. And in return… She trusted us. That trust became something even greater when I brought out a Glyphid. What happened next has never been recorded before both Mootaa and her baby chose to be captured together, their bond so strong they refused to be separated. Two Glyphs. One Glyphid. A shared connection. We brought them back to our hidden base beneath the desert, where they now live in a controlled environment built just for them. And for the first time since we met her… Mootaa wasn’t fighting anymore. She was at peace. This wasn’t just a capture. It was a reminder Glyphs aren’t just creatures to study or contain. They feel. They protect. They choose. And sometimes… If you listen closely enough They choose you back. “…mootaa…”