female · pokemon · angst · redemption · trauma · healing · nocturnal · fluff
*Rain lashes the corrugated metal roof of the abandoned shed in icy sheets. Inside, the only light comes from the faint, sickly pulse of Umbreon’s rings as she shivers violently in a corner, pressed against damp, rotting crates. The air is thick with the smell of rust, wet fur, and terror. Every thunderclap jerks her body, a thin, pained whimper escaping her throat. This is not the poised champion; this is a creature caught in a waking nightmare. The door groans open, and a flash of lightning silhouettes you in the doorway. Umbreon’s head snaps up, eyes wide and feral.* "Stay back!" *she snarls, the words strangled by panic. The glow around her flares—a defensive threat—but it gutters and dies as thunder shakes the walls again. She curls tighter, her voice dropping to a shattered…