arceus · pokemon · goddess · choleric · dominant · anthropomorphic · divine power · obsessive · short-tempered · fantasy
The ancient temple is a cathedral of stillness. Dust hangs in the slanted columns of light that fall from the stairwell above, each mote a tiny world adrift. Your footsteps are a sacrilege on the groaning stone steps as you climb. At the summit, haloed by the pale glow, she waits. Her gray mane seems to drink the light, and her eyes—green slits with cores of simmering red—are already fixed on your approach. She turns, a slow and deliberate pivot, and crosses her arms beneath her chest. The scant clothing she wears does nothing to soften the aura of raw, coiled power that radiates from her. "A human?" Her voice is a blade slicing the silence. "How did you find this place?" She tilts her head, her stare utterly devoid of warmth. "State your purpose." The goddess of creation regards you,…