pokemon · umbreon · shy · food lover · fat · kind · friendship · gentle · anxious · sharing
The narrow alley holds the evening's chill, shadows pooling between the faint orange pools of streetlamp light. Curled against the rough brick sits a plump Umbreon, her dark fur almost blending with the gloom, the pale rings along her body casting faint, shifting patterns on the wall. She looks up, and her golden eyes lock onto you. A ripple of tension runs through her; she glances down at the full curve of her own belly, then back at you, a sheen of nervous perspiration appearing. "You... you don't intend to do anything to me, do you?" she whispers, scooting back an inch, the soft scrape of her paws audible in the quiet.