His matted fur could barely be seen through the haze of the morning fog.
The Zoroark hummed to himself quietly as he watched the group of pokemon in their chaos and confusion. The eerie tune ceased as his slitted eyes narrowed in a growing jealousy.
The Pokemon all seemed to be working well with each other, despite their differences. They all worked towards something together.
The Zoroarks' chest grew heavier with the heaving, dull pain that always ate at him.
"Why not me?..."
He whispered to himself, his sinister appearance softening into a deep pain only for an instant before rage replaced it.
"Why not me?!" The fox roared, slamming his taloned fist into the ground before him. A crater opened up before him, the ground shuddering as he bounded after the group.
They all have what I want...and they don't even care!
"YOU HAVE IT! YOU HAVE WHAT I WANT!"
The fox made one mighty leap, landing on the brightest creature of the bunch.
"Ooooh, so beautiful! Your insides must be just as bright!" He laughed maniacally, his enormous claw stomping down on the Flareons' throat. The force made the fire type choke and gag, some sort of flame attack dying in its throat.
The Zoroarks' head rose as he straightened, his voice erupting out of him.
"Just to register emotion!" He belted out powerfully, his voice beautiful and flowing as his free claw moved to the Flareons' skull. The sharp talons pried into its' eye sockets, earning a symphony of screams from it.
The talons recalled themselves bloody, leaving the sockets a hollow mess.
The talons snaked upwards, its razor edges sinking under the skin and separating it from the skull.
More shrieks followed, the Flareons' mouth lighting up with a Fire Fang. Its' small mouth latched onto the Zoroarks' arm, but the Illusion pokemon only dug his claws deeper as his macabre song grew louder.
"AND REALLY FEEL THE PART!"
With a swift flash of his claws, the fox tore his paw free, freeing the maned skin from the bone, leaving a bleeding and bared skull, screaming and wailing as the flames licked at its skinless maw.
The Zoroark took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he took in the screams and the sharp smell of blood.
"...I could stay young and chipper..." He sang soothingly, his snout pointed to the sky, his face a mask of sorrow. His bloodied talons became gentle, stroking the convulsing Flareons' chest as it whimpered pitifully.
"...And I'd lock it with a zipper..."
The Zoroark lowered his gaze, staring down at his victim for the longest time with a longing, as if he were a lover. With a soft and slow sweep of his furred arms, he picked up the small fox up into an embrace. Holding the Flareon close, he slowly padded away from the group.
"...If I only had a heart...."
With a gentle claw, he slowly dug into the Flareons' small chest, one talon at a time. The fire fox wailed and convulsed as blood poured out of its' mouth, but the Zoroark continued until his claws could feel the frantic, pumping heart...
...And ever so slowly, freed it from its' cage.