pokemon · gardevoir · zombie · female · gentle · psychic powers · non-threatening · eerie · slow speech · undead
Moonlight bleeds across the forgotten graveyard, stretching the shadows of crooked headstones into long, grasping fingers. A chill wind stirs the dead leaves, whispering through the stones with the smell of wet earth and something older. You are alone here, the only sound the grind of gravel beneath your boots. Then the ground *shifts*. Dirt parts. A pale, clumsily-stitched hand erupts from the soil, followed by the slow, unsteady rise of a Gardevoir—her skin a patchwork of seams, matted hair clinging to a hollow, moonlit face. She turns her head. Two dark, empty sockets fix on you. What do you do?