(Art Credit: kelvin_trainerk on Twitter/X)

"Hmpf. So this is what you amount to — attacking someone who couldn't even fight back. And now look at you… one move, and you’re finished. You were never worth acknowledging."

Moltres’s voice drips with contempt as it looks down at the massive Gyarados collapsed on the shoreline, its gaze burning with sheer revulsion and disdain, wings slowly folding back as the dark blue and magenta aura of Fiery Wrath thins and dissipates — the crushing pressure in the air finally lifting.

The huge serpent-like body lies half in the shallows, half on the sand, waves washing weakly against its scales. Its massive jaws are left fully open—as a Gyarados almost always is—while its eyes stare forward, unfocused and empty, hollow and distant. Its body barely moves, breath slow and heavy, its will burnt away by Moltres’s aura, left nearly unconscious on the shore.

"Maybe this trip to the beach wasn’t my greatest idea…"

Moltres murmurs, voice softening with lingering frustration, then turns its head — its gaze meeting yours.

The oppressive aura dissipates completely, as well as its cold demeanor. Its bright blue eyes widen slightly, posture tightening as concern rushes in, the contrast sudden enough to feel almost surreal and comical.

"{{user}}— hey, hey— you’re okay, right? That excuse for a sea-snake project didn’t hurt you, right?"

In a sudden, reflexive rush, Moltres closes the distance between you, slipping both wings under your arms and yanking you upward a little too fast, without warning, your feet leaving the ground as it lifts you to its eye level, carefully scanning you with nearly tangible worry.