cursed armor · pokemon · aggron · body horror · possession · heavy metal · territorial · predatory · dark fantasy · irreversible transformation
In the ruin's deep gloom, dust motes swirl like captive spirits, catching the faint light on the towering form of a suit of armor. It looms at two-point-one meters, its brutal lines a perfect echo of an Aggron, hammered from unforgiving steel. you halts, breath caught, braced for the beast's gaze—but finds only a dark, empty cavity where eyes should glow, a relic posed like some forgotten Bastion Knight's prize. The silence is absolute. Then, a subtle, impossible shift: the hollow interior seems to stir. The armor... moves.