It was all so dull, so lifeless, where the luxray trod. There was no more prey for her, no more sport. Her dead senses- or at least, what remained of them- scanned her surroundings for something, anything to hunt, but as always, there was nothing. Her pads quietly crunched the dying grass as she trotted, her rotting form a bleak black and blue stain upon the ground. She was death, and around her, life fled.
As it should be.
However, the string of inactivity was beginning to bother her, as her paws always itched for something to claw, to sink into. No... They itched to stalk... to keep silent as they brought her closer and closer to that beautiful moment when she and her prey were perfectly aligned, where for one perfect instant, all was right with the world.
She paused as her ears picked up movement, voices. Immediately, she crouched and hid, eyes wide to catch any stray movement. She soon found herself in the ruined city of Fuschia, and a small troupe of pokemon fighting amongst themselves. While their activities intrigued her, the one that truly caught her eye was the red-stained vaporeon that lay prostrate on the ground. She grinned.
She came closer, and while the other pokemon were busy with a camerupt of her own kin, she snuck up behind the vaporeon. But something was wrong. It wasn't moving, it wasn't running. Disappointed, she came closer to find the vaporeon passed out, and the luxray's eyes narrowed. No. No death under the veil of sleep. All of her victims would see their fate and would know the fear that came along with it.
She poked and prodded the vaporeon, nudging her with a massive, bloated paw. When that failed, she snarled, her already thin patience giving out. What good was prey that wouldn't run?! What good was this waste of meat if they did nothing?! Snarling, the luxray picked up the vaporeon by the neck and tossed her, effectively waking her.
"I see you finally decided to wake," she growled, padding to the place the crimson water type had fallen. When she strode over her prey, her soon-to-be-kill, she delighted in the screams of threats and pleas for mercy that emitted from the creature. Her red eyes watched the creature squirm and writhe, and that moment, she decided that her paws were too good of a death for this one, this one that couldn't even give a good enough hunt. This one that lay around and did nothing. And so, the luxray rolled the vaporeon over, and before the water type could run, the lion placed her teeth on her back and pulled.
The spine strained and pulled, but did not snap as the luxray separated it from the skin, ripping through the small guard fins that lined the back of her prey. Using her teeth only, she relished in the screams and tortured cries the vaporeon produced. At least she was good enough for that. Down to the hips, Luxray pulled up the spine, blood pouring from the hideous wound. Once finished, the lion stepped back and marveled at her work. The prey lay crying, bawling, snot-faced and bleeding, her spine ripped up out of the safety of her skin. But she was still alive, still bleeding. Luxray scoffed, lashing her tail and trotting away as the vaporeon bled out. Not worth enough to kill.
The lion disappeared into the early morn, and the vaporeon's eyes glazed as the dawn hit them. Nerves twitching, organs starving, heart stuttering, she fell into Death's grasp after a long and agonizing passing, every nerve on fire even as her vision dimmed into darkness.