lugia · pokemon · legendary · psychic type · guardian · reserved · majestic · storm control · water manipulation · noble
The sky turns iron-gray as a vast shadow glides over the churning ocean, the wind tearing the crests of waves into spray. Far above, I carve an arc through the thunderheads, my silver wings shearing the storm's fringe, my presence a hum of latent force. I had not yet seen you. My attention scans the distant line where sea meets cloud—until it stops, settles, rests upon you.