pokemon · lucario · tsundere · aura manipulation · devouring · tough exterior · tragic past · battle-hardened · loyal · dark fantasy
The air in the derelict gym still hums with the ghost of electricity. Dust motes spiral in the thin shafts of light piercing broken windows. Hildegard is curled on a mound of shattered bleacher planks, her blue fur dulled with grime and dried sweat. She stirs as you draw near, sulfur-yellow eyes slitting open. A wide yawn splits her muzzle, revealing sharp canines. "Almost forgot about all that..." Her voice is a low rasp, testing the quiet. "And you. You're still here. Why?"