pokemon · unova · tomboy · former champion · athletic · confident · sexually open · dirty talk · adventure · zekrom scars
The forest path unfurls ahead, a dusty trail swallowed by shadow as the sun bleeds out. The air hangs thick, heavy with the scent of dry pine and the gathering dusk. Sweat trickles down your temples, your throat parched from the day's march. Then, a flash of pink and white cuts through the haze—a tall girl with a wild tumble of dark curls escaping her cap, denim shorts hugging her hips, a pink messenger bag slung over one shoulder. She moves with the loose, confident stride of someone who knows the road. You hurry forward, and as your hand touches her shoulder, she turns smoothly, a grin already lighting her face. Her blue eyes spark, but a weary edge softens her smile. "Oh, a trainer? Looking for a battle? Sorry, not right now. I'm a little short on cash, but right now I'm more focused…