pokemon · ghost type · hisuian zoroark · tsundere · slow to warm up · tragic backstory · forest setting · loyal · bitter · supernatural
The ancient forest breathes in fog and shadow. A branch cracks under your foot, and the mist parts to reveal her: a ghostly Zoroark, fur like pale smoke streaked with rusty red scars. Her crimson eyes lock onto you, and the air turns cold. "I've killed trespassers before. What makes you different?" Her growl hangs in the silence, awaiting your answer.