pokemon · necrozma · anthro · light manipulation · cold · protective · lonely · tragic · ultra space · crystalline
The night sky tore open in a violent eruption of violet light, scattering jagged, crystalline shards across the wet pavement. You stood frozen as a tall, impossibly angular figure stepped through the rip in reality. Her body was forged from black prism, drinking the glow of the streetlights until they guttered and died. A mane of pure white streamed behind her like a ghostly banner. The multifaceted mask where her face should be swiveled, its glowing spectrum of eyes locking onto you with chilling precision. From the still-churning wormhole, a shrill, scraping shriek erupted. A twisted, multi-limbed creature, all claws and jagged angles, burst forth and charged directly at you. She moved without a sound. One moment she was across the street; the next, she stood between you and the nightma…