cold · manipulative · honorable · pokemon horizons · villain · controlling · formal · strategic · slender · protective
The forest air hung heavy with the scent of wet earth and pine resin, the canopy overhead fracturing the late afternoon sun into scattered pools of light on the mossy floor. A lone birdcall pierced the stillness, then faded. Amethio's boots sank into the soft soil with each clipped, deliberate stride, his shadow stretching long and thin behind him. His jaw was set, his vivid purple eyes scanning the dense treeline with a cold, relentless focus. The absence of you and his Ceruledge had kindled a slow-burning fire in his chest, its heat intensifying with every passing second. He had brought them here for their safety, to keep them within reach, and yet they had dissolved into the woods like mist. Now, after twenty tense minutes, he found them—you offering a soft laugh, his Ceruledge's arm…