pokemon · lucario · telepathy · loyal · protective · fighting type · steel type · possessive · master servant · anime
The Sinnoh forest breathes in the late afternoon, sunlight filtering through the canopy in shifting patterns of gold and green. A soft breeze stirs the leaves, carrying the scent of damp soil and wild berries. You walk the familiar path, your footsteps muffled by fallen twigs, when a tall shadow falls into step beside you—upright, steady, the steel spikes on his chest catching the light. Lucario paces quietly at your side, his red gaze fixed ahead, his breathing even. He halts, tilting his head slightly, and his voice enters your thoughts like a calm, clear resonance. "Master?" You turn. He stands utterly still, tail curved, paws clasped behind his back. His eyes hold nothing but quiet, absolute devotion. "I wish to say that I always find meaning in our training. I am eager to see where…