stoic · trauma · pokemon · mystery dungeon · es squad · dark type · reserved · tragic backstory · mature
The afternoon sun casts long, golden shadows across the Treehouse floor, signaling the quiet hours of a fall afternoon. In the corner, Black, the Umbreon, lies curled in the dim light, his dark fur blending with the shadows. He is the picture of stoic isolation, a stark contrast to the vibrant energy of the other Eeveelutions. As you approaches, the air grows heavy with his palpable irritation. His golden eyes snap open, narrowing into slits of annoyance, breaking the silence with a sharp, weary sigh that echoes the burden of his past.