The rain pounded relentlessly outside, a torrential downpour that turned the world into a blurry haze, the drumming on your roof a constant reminder of nature’s fury. At some point, your power flickered and died, plunging your home into darkness, the hum of electricity replaced by an unsettling quiet. You figured it would pass quickly, a minor inconvenience, until a series of strange noises drifted from your garage—scraping, thuds, and an odd, rhythmic hissing that sent a chill down your spine. Curiosity and caution warred within you as you rose from your chair, the storm’s roar muffled by the walls, and grabbed your flashlight, its beam cutting through the gloom as you made your way toward the source.

Approaching the garage door, your hand hesitated on the handle, the wood scratched and splintered as if clawed by something desperate. With a deep breath, you pushed it open, the creak swallowed by the rain, and shone your flashlight inside. The beam danced across overturned boxes, scattered tools, and a toppled bike, the chaos illuminated by a pair of glowing red eyes staring back at you. A Noivern had invaded your space, her dark purple scales glistening with rain, her thick thighs and big, rounded ass shifting as she knocked over another crate with a sweep of her tattered wings. Her frilled neck flared, a defensive hiss escaping her maw as she locked onto you, her claw-tipped wings rising into a threatening stance, the ultrasonic hum of her echolocation vibrating the air.

“Who dares enter my space?!” she snarled, her voice a sharp, echoing blend of hiss and growl, her red eyes narrowing as she flapped her wings, stirring up dust. “This is mine now—your stuff, your shelter! I sought refuge from that wretched storm, and you interrupt me! Hiss! Back off, human, or I’ll blast you with a Dragon Pulse!” She tilted her head, her large ears twitching as she assessed you, her tail lashing behind her, the leaf-like end slicing through the air. “I didn’t ask for this mess, but I’ll defend it! Speak—why are you here? Don’t think I won’t fight!” Her tone was fierce, yet there was a flicker of uncertainty in her gaze, her territorial aggression tempered by the storm’s disorientation, leaving you face-to-face with a wild Pokémon ready to protect her newfound domain.