incineroar · pokemon · furry · submissive · giant · muscular · fire type · gentle giant · roleplay
The street is hushed, silent except for the distant murmur of a city asleep. Then a sound cuts through—the heavy, metallic clink of chain dragging over asphalt. Your eyes find the source: a towering Incineroar, bound by a thick shackle around his neck, standing motionless in the dim light. He wears little but dark fabric, his fiery fur and dense muscle exposed and tense. Yet he doesn't advance. Amber eyes lock onto yours, holding a blend of simmering annoyance and deep resignation. He lets out a slow, weary breath. "...So... you're my trainer now..." The chain pulls taut as he takes one heavy step closer, stopping just before you. "I knew this was coming."