The city known for bearing the marks of its history surely has never had this many scars. Interwoven, gashing wounds that transformed the once beautiful city into a grotesque new assemblage. It was almost beautiful. However, the pincher pokemon had no interest in the architecture, he was looking for a real masterpiece.
For once, the faint humming of his rusted, chiseled wings didn't accompany his approach. Instead, metal toes almost delicately cross over fallen debris and marks previously etched into the floor. He had been watching them. They came from the outside, intent on entering his current shelter and who was the scizor to stop them? Maybe they knew of his new look and have come to marvel. If not, he would surely show them regardless...Using one pincher, he carefully repositions his "scarf"
The rigid, reeking braxien around the harbinger's neck had not fared well since their departure from the cold weather. It's blood had leaked everywhere, showering the scizor in a fresh coat of uneven paint. Blood also matted the once soft fur, clumping it into disgusting bundles of rotting meat. Frequent repositions and tying has left the body with little form or resemblance of its living appearance. It's tail and legs practically just stumps with clipped bone jutting out to greet the morning.
They enter, one by one, each taking time to notice his brother's handiwork. Brief jealousy flares within the scizor. His brother had gotten such a beautiful jewel...almost as beautiful as the crimson mirror it's corpse had painted across the worn floor. He had almost gotten lost gazing into its mesmerizing depths from behind several large, concealing pillars. Only when he catches a glimpse of something with a brighter shine does he break his gaze. A jewel... An injured deer had crept close. The large gash on her right ankle revealed her beautiful insides to the air, letting blood flow. "Such beauty...this mirror, you see it too?"
Eagerly, the metal bug creeps out from his hiding place to stand before the sawbuck. His metal toes splashing through the blood and brain matter of the deceased espeon. "Beauty...beauty...your jewel is so beautiful." The grass-type recoils from his approach, nearly tripping over herself as she back-pedals. Emotions the harbinger can no longer name dance within the injured pokemon's eyes. It makes them shine...just like her jewel... With a start, he comes to the realization that this pokemon may not be willing to simply give him the desired treasure. Clamping one powerful pincher on his scarf, he yanks it off himself with an audible sound.
"Trade me." It's not a question and with each denial from the sawsbuck his currently calm demeanor cracks and splinters. "Trade me!" The words come out as a choked scream from his raw, damaged throat. The sensation of blood pooling at the back of his throat registers in the back of his damaged mind, but it's only a dull feeling compared to the collage of jealousy, frustration, and anger. Jumping along with his prized possession into the air, he twirls, glows, and blasts the corpse with a vacuum punch into the deer.
She falls backward with a loud scream that swiftly turns bloodcurdling. Stomping forward, deaf to the cries, he leans over the deer...Her ankle had become even more beautiful...twisting in an abstract way thanks to an upturned board and the tumbling of her body. Without thinking, he reaches forward to grasp the gorgeous limb--only to have his pincher kicked away. The grass-type's eyes and mouth were as wide as the hole of the burned tower. She thrashs and kicks, trying to get rid of him--TRYING TO KEEP BOTH TREASURES!
"You MONSTER! You cheated me! You can't have either! You don't deserved anything! You don't deserve to have beauty!" Reaching a fever pitch, he propels himself in a full body tackle at the sawsbuck. His wings beating rapidly to accompany his jump and madness. The scizor tears the pokemon to pieces. Pincher after pincher dives and scoops, crushes, tears into the supple flesh and fur. Clumps are thrown haphazardly to the side or smashed back into the deer's widening chest cavity. Her scream from her ankle was nothing compared to this one--one that only stops as blood is forced up her throat and clogs it.
Panting as he comes down from his high, the form before him is barely recognizable. A mess of dyed red fur to match the metal of his own exoskeleton. Trembling, his scoots torn flesh and fur aside to find his prize. There...! It takes several attempts, but soon enough it is within his grasp. Clasping it carefully within one pincher, he uses his other to gingerly pick up the braxien. Instead of taking it back, he pulls it carefully through the sawsbuck's remains. After looping it around what he believes is her neck he can't help but grin. "One of us has to keep our promises!" The harbinger sneers at the corpse.
Standing up, he beats his wings harder than before to take off through the open roof. Metal wings carrying him far from the tower and sight. The morning air blowing through his fresh coating of 'paint' and working to dry it. Even some bits of the sinew and fur has stuck! Such art...this is what beautiful 'mon felt like.