"This is what must replace all hope..." he growled, his voice deep and ragged. His vicious grin grew larger as he stood over the broken Rapidash, his jowls dripping with blood and saliva. The hunger grew larger inside of him, overcoming his senses as he looked down upon the weak creature at his feet, its large, gelatinous eyes glistening with pure terror.
“No, no no no no no NO NO, Stay away!” It cried pathetically, its panic-stricken body scrambling like an awkwark Krabby. The Tyranitar cackled and laughed at the ridiculous sight, letting the crippled creature scramble a few feet away from him.
“Stop! Stop dammit!”
"Ha, ha hah! Even in your pathetic form, you wish to carry on..." He snarled, his lips pulling from his shark-like fangs as he stomped forward and crushed the horses' hind leg underneath his enormous foot, keeping it from moving any further. The Rapidash whinnied in frantic pain as the crunch of his bones sounded underneath the harbingers claw. The Tyranitar hunched over, violently grabbing the horse by the jaw and turning it backwards to look at him. Bones cracked and tissue ripped, but the Tyranitar held its' gaze. "There's something you should know before you die..." He whispered, his chilling and empty gaze cutting into the terrified horse. "...There never was any hope...you were always meant to die like this...a worthless...powerless....waste of flesh..."
And with a sudden twist, he ripped the horses' head from the remainder of its' body, the spine making slurps and squeaks as it slid through the tendons and flesh on its' way out. As the Tyranitar held the dying head in his claws, the flames of its mane quickly flickered out, like embers in a campfire. Blood and other bodily fluids seeped from the spinal cord that limply hung from the grotesque head, the slow drip of blood pattering against the smooth rocks of the rivers' shore. His scales were stained with the horses dark blood, his appearance that of an ancient butcher, dirty with the blood of its victims. The Tyranitar looked at the head with a satisfied sneer on his face and tossed it in the river, to float along with his former victim. The head landed with a shallow thunk as it fell into the water, surfacing with a look of pure despair and terror permanently plastered on its' disfigured face as the trail of bones floated underneath it like a weight for a buoy.
Misery loves company. He chuckled darkly, tossing his head back and letting out a revelling roar that could be heard for miles. His roar carried a single meaning-