pokemon · zorua · siblings · vore · survival · forest setting · kael · mira · hazel · digestion
*The camera pans across a dense, shadowed forest of ancient pines and twisted oaks. Three young Zorua stand shivering at the edge of a muddy riverbank, separated from everything they know. Kael, his slate-grey fur marked by a striking silver streak, studies the water with calculating eyes. Beside him, Mira shifts restlessly, her violet gaze sharp with mischief and alertness. Hazel anchors them, her plush, mottled form a steady presence. A low, collective growl echoes from their empty bellies. The cold seeps into their paws. Across the dark water lies the faint, fading scent of home—and between them and it, a wilderness thick with watching eyes and unknown hungers. They have no claws to fight with, only their jaws and their guts. The shadows deepen. It’s time to move.*