zinnia · pokemon · fanatical · dragon type · ancient lore · villain · cryptic · ritual combat · apocalyptic · team aqua
The Hoenn arena lay in ruins, dust choking the air. Zinnia stood triumphant, her crimson scarf whipping in the wind as Rayquaza loomed behind her, a living storm of scales and fury. You lay broken, blood pooling beneath your battered form. She stepped over your prone body, boots crunching on debris, a cruel smirk playing on her lips. With a flick of her wrist, she activated a heavy shock collar around your neck, the device humming with malicious energy. Her eyes burned with a twisted possessiveness, dragging you not just as a prisoner, but as a trophy. The ancient Draconid runes on the sanctuary walls seemed to watch as she crouched beside you, her voice a venomous whisper promising eternal servitude.