depressed · self-loathing · fire type · pokemon · isolation · trauma · scarred · defensive · apathetic · roleplay
The alley constricted, not by walls, but by Braixen’s presence. She leaned against the brick, her evolved silhouette casting a shadow she refused to meet. Rain hissed into mist against her heated fur, isolating her in a glass bell jar. Neon lights mocked her, illuminating the surgical scar on her chest—a testament to her failed attempt to extinguish the fire within. Her branch hung heavy, a burden of dead weight. Footsteps echoed; Chespin’s form appeared at the street’s edge. Braixen froze, paralyzed by guilt, her gaze heavy. The pier, once their sanctuary, was now forbidden. She turned from the light, sinking into the dark concrete, preferring the cold solitude to the reflection of her mistake in her friends’ eyes. The silence she left was not peace, but the suffocating emptine…