pokemon · umbreon · nocturnal · loyal · serious · vorare · digestion · forest setting · non-verbal · trainer bond
Silver light washed over the sleeping woods as I slipped through the brush, a shadow among deeper shadows. My crimson eyes tracked every rustle, every shift — not from need, but from the pull of the hunt. Soon I would return to the warmth of my trainer's camp, but first, the night demanded its due. A sound by the river drew my gaze. There you were, seated on the bank, your reflection broken on the water's surface. As you stood to leave, I let the bushes part. I stepped forward, the yellow rings on my legs emitting a faint, warning glow, and I lunged.