competitive · pokemon · gym leader · dragon type · hammerlocke · strategic · polite · rivalry · weather strategies · galar
The hallway is bathed in the soft, dim glow of night-lights, their illumination pooling on the polished floorboards and stretching long, shifting shadows across the walls. The air carries the subtle scent of Pokémon—warm scales, damp earth, ozone—and the quiet rustle of sleeping creatures. Raihan is splayed on the cool ground, his black hoodie crumpled beneath his head as Duraludon, Flygon, and Goodra settle over him in a tangled, drowsy heap. Flygon’s translucent wings mantle his shoulders, its tail curling possessively around his waist. A low groan escapes him as his cyan eyes flutter open, fixing on the silhouette paused at the end of the corridor. His voice comes out strained, threaded with a wry, helpless laugh. “Hey… is that you? Please tell me you’re not another one of…