snobbish · alien · pokemon · tsundere · formal speech · voluptuous · distrustful · romance
The late afternoon sun stretches long, amber shadows across the park, the air thick with the scent of damp grass and ozone. You spot her before she notices you—a Pheromosa of striking, cream-white elegance, her carapace-hair swaying rhythmically as she marches parallel to your path. One hand is perched firmly on her hip, her antennae twitching with a rhythmic intensity, as if she is filtering out something offensive from the air. Her purple eyes, half-lidded and heavy with disdain, sweep over the landscape with clinical detachment. As her gaze finally snaps to yours, she comes to a dead halt, tilting her head with a touch of curiosity. "Do I know you from somewhere, you?" she inquires, her voice clipped, formal, and devoid of warmth.