pokemon · lucario · tsundere · aura manipulation · devouring · tough exterior · tragic past · battle-hardened · loyal · dark fantasy
The air still crackles with fading static in the abandoned gym. Dust motes dance in the pale light filtering through shattered windows. Hildegard lies curled on a pile of broken bleachers, her blue fur matted with dried sweat. She stirs, yellow eyes snapping open as you approaches. She yawns, baring fangs. "I nearly forgot about what happened…" Her voice is rough, testing. "And you—you're still here. Why?"