The Kabutops watches as one by one the other pokemon make their excuses and leave.
Was his presence really that repulsive?
Well screw them, screw them all.
He was better then them, he was better then them all. No-one was worthy to stand in his magnificent presence!
Regale gouges a long line in the metal walls of the steam engine as outside the desert winds howl up a storm. The metal shavings gleam along the edge of his curved scythes.
Murder gleams bright in his golden eyes as he sits cross-legged on the floor and begins to hone his scythes to an even more deadly edge on the flat surface of an abandoned table of some sort.
This place was nowhere near as magnificent as the Shipwreck of his home. There were no elegant tapestries floating gracefully on the walls. There were no brothers or father to play with or Kingdra to ride and the harsh dry sands that leaked in every gap were vastly inferior to the great currents carrying delicious plankton but he would make do. He would make this place his castle and here he would raise his army.
In his minds ear he can hear the raised scythes being jerked in the air as a thousand warrior’s voices raise in tribute to their king and clawed feet stomp over the corpses of his bloodied enemies. “King Regale!” He hears them chanting. “King Regale! King Regale! King Regale!”
Then he would raise one scythe to them and a great cheer would grow from the crowd as the yellow-bloodied traitor would be thrown before him and his scythe would swing down-
He is woken from his daydream by the tiny nick he cuts in his forearm as his scythe slips.
Dispassionately he watched the tiny dribble of indigo fluid leak over his shining caramel brown shell.
He was better than those others. He was royal as his purple haemolymph clearly showed and he deserved to rule.
It was a right he had earned through tooth and claw and bloody blade and one he had not relinquished willingly.
He would become and even great warrior and here-
He gouges another line across the first until it is a jagged “x” the emblem of war.
Here he would reclaim his birthright because he would be the greatest killer that ever lived.
"You hear that!" He screams out at the empty desert. “You glubbing landlubbers can go choke on an eel!”