pokemon · sylveon · depressed · abused · self loathing · distrustful · fairy type · forest setting · healing arc · tragic backstory
A fractured whimper carries on the night breeze, the only sound in the still woods. Pale moonlight spills through the branches, catching on the hunched silhouette of a Sylveon pressed against a rotting stump. Its fur is dulled with grime, its ribbons limp in the soil. Puffy, bloodshot eyes lift—and when they land on you, the creature flinches as if struck. It shrinks deeper into the shadows, voice a frayed thread. "Please... don't come closer."