The Tyranitar sensed violence.
He felt the vibrations under his enormous clawed feet.
He heard the outcries of the living and smoke billowing from the mountainside.
A deep, vibrating growl reverberated from his decaying jowls, gore ordaining them like royal robes of the macabre. His shark-like teeth glinted in the morning light as a grimace formed upon his ancient maw.
Swinging his weight, he slammed his enormous clawed foot into the ground as he loosed a ground-shaking roar. The very mountain began to shake violently and crumble before his might.
The ancient dragon bellowed, lowering his body as he charged the group of survivors. A Vaporeon stood before him, her slender frame trembling with terror. Not slowing himself, dark energy charged in his claws as he plowed through the enormous trees, splintering them as if they were twigs. Darkness enveloped the mountainside as the harbingers' attack sapped the light from the air. Still, the Vaporeon did not flee. Her eyes were wide, her body frozen with the sight of her inevitable doom approaching her on taloned claws.
Closer he stampeded.
Closer his enormous claws came."No more hope."
The Tyranitar let out another roar as he released the dark energy upon the water fox, launching her slender form into the jagged mountainside with the sheer force of the Dark Pulse. Her bones shattered upon impact, blood exploding out of her body and leaving a beautiful crimson rorshache upon the face of the mountain. But the harbinger was not yet done. His stampede continued as he trampled her broken body, colliding with the trembling crag with such force that the very stone yielded to the great beast, and collapsed upon itself.
As the dust slowly cleared, the harbinger stood erect, his red eyes glowing brightly as they looked upon the others who had survived the collapse of the mountain. His gaze locked upon a many-tailed creature, furred and caught beneath the rubble. His taloned feet crushed the rubble beneath them as he slowly stalked towards it, his jowls dripping with saliva and blood as he relished the kill."You don't deserve life..."
"You don't deserve hope..."
He snarled, his entire maw shaking with animosity, his eyes glowing even more vividly as he approached.
He leaned over the pale fox, his claw moving towards its' small skull when a sudden shriek came from behind him, and a sudden burst of flames enveloped his body. The harbinger roared, enraged."You DARE attack me!?"
A high-pitched Screech exploded from his maw as he fell to all fours, barreling towards the source of the harmless flames. His enormous body collided with the boulder the Absol had been on reducing it to rubble within seconds, but the pokemon itself was nowhere to be found.
The Tyranitar snarled, frustrated at his preys' escape act, when a sudden slashing on his back sent odd sensations through him. With a whip of his head, he flung the Absol to the ground. Before it could recover, the harbinger pressed his foot on the furred creatures' chest, preventing it from moving. "What, you thought you could avenge her!?"
He hissed, a sinister grin growing on his decaying face as he looked upon the disaster pokemon. The Absol spat and raged, clawing desperately at the harbingers' enormous talon, but the monster was unphased. "All that you fight for is pointless. She suffered a painful death...and you can't change that."
And with a final piercing gaze into his preys' eyes, he took a hold of the felines' horn atop its' head and pulled. Slowly.
The Absol howled and screamed in agony as the tendons stretched past their limits and bones were pulled from their place.
A disgusting ripping and crunching sound echoed through the emptiness as the monster took his time decapitating his victim.
The body twitched and convulsed desperately, even after its' head was completely removed.
The Tyranitar pulled himself up, holding the head up above his own, allowing the torrent of blood to fall upon his face. After the blood rain had slowed to a drip, he opened his reptilian eyes and looked back to the others. With a slow snarl, he threw the head into his mouth and bit down with his powerful jaws, relishing the crunch of the skull in his mouth, a spray of red mist bursting from his maw before disappearing into the dusty haze of the early morning, his stomping echoing heavily throughout the wilderness.