You are about to make your move but you suddenly get dizzy and your eyes become unfocused. "You didn't keep your promise pikachu," the persian turns around. You blink and regain your composure. Why do you feel weak all of the sudden? You see his front left paw is now red. He smiles, "that wasn't interesting at all but I'll admit, it was still fun." You can now feel a warm liquid running down the fur on your neck. You instinctively reach up to touch your neck. As you do, your paw goes deep into your neck through a slit. It hurts bad and you quickly pull the paw back out, it is now drenched in blood. At that moment you realize you've been holding your breath. Your lungs force you to breathe but instead of air you get mostly blood. You cough and spew blood out of your mouth. You start to get faint and stumble then you fall over hard on your side. The persian must have slashed your throat deep in the attack, his claws so sharp you didn't even feel it. The blow is fatal, you won't be alive much longer. Your body starts to convulse and you continually try to gasp in air. Now that you know what happened you can feel three slashes across your throat, it feels like it is burning red hot.
You lay on your side looking up at the blue sky, waiting for death. The persian walks over and stands right above you. He brings his bloody paw to his face and starts to clean it. He purrs loudly and looks content. You suddenly let out a painful loud gurgle as your lungs start to fill full with your blood. He stops cleaning himself and looks down on you, "does it hurt pikachu? I hope it does, it sure looks like it. I'll tell you what will happen to your body. First, I'm going to eat the most tender parts of you. Then once I've had my fill, I'll leave you to the scavengers to tear you apart for scraps. You're going to make a lot of bellies happy tonight. You should be honored really, to end up serving your role on the food chain. It's the way it should be, don't you agree?" You choke, blood spews from your mouth, death is near. "I bet you had big aspirations. Thunder Mountain maybe? Haha, you couldn't even make it a mile outside of your tribe. I did you a favor. There are much worse fates out there than this." You are no longer getting air and the blood loss is making you faint. He leans down and begins lapping your blood by sticking his tongue deep in one of the slashes. You can feel the sandpaper like tongue pulling some meat off with it. The pain is unbearable but you're too weak to do anything but shake meekly. The last thing you see is his throat pulsing as it drinks your blood. You can hear each gulp between loud purring. The purring somehow calms you as you approach death. As your vision tunnels a peace fills you.
He laps up the pikachu's blood, she tastes so good. He can feel her heart slowly stop beating, each pulse has less blood flow out. He pulls up and he looks around to see if anyone is going to contest his kill, blood drips from his chops and whiskers. He sees no threats. He picks up the prey and holds the dead pikachu in his mouth as he climbs his tree to eat his meal in peace.
This tree is his favorite spot. It's right off a main trail and passing inexperienced pokemon never see him waiting in the tree and if they do, he can out run them and eat them anyways. However, no prey has ever been foolish enough to face him. This little pikachu was brave and he can respect that. He can also respect a full stomach. He Usually likes to torture his prey for hours but with pikachu, if you don't want to get shocked, it has to be a clean quick kill. He drags the pikachu on to the limb that he was sitting on when the pikachu first saw him. He wasn't even that hungry but he loves the thrill of killing weak Pokémon. He works the pikachu over getting it into a position where he can snack on his favorite part of a pikachu, the back haunches. Once in position he begins to lick down the area. He wishes she would have had sex with him, he really would have let her go. He was much more horny than hungry. He hasn't had a good fuck since he left the city but what's done is done.
He wraps his jaws around one of her back legs. He bites hard and twists his head, dislocating the hip bone. It makes a satisfying crack and pop. He then places the leg in the back of his mouth and uses his razor sharp serrated molars to shred the meat. Her leg comes completely off, from the hip down, in a matter of seconds. A white leg bone protrudes from the detached bloody leg. He holds the leg in his maw for a second then begins chewing. The leg makes a nice crunching sound as his jaws easily break her small bones. The sounds of his chewing, lip smacking and crunching fills the air. In no more than thirty seconds the leg is completely devoured. He licks his bloody chops. She is young and tender but a bit lean. The persian prefers fat little pikachus but he hasn't seen one of those for a time. Still this is one of the best meals he has had in awhile. He licks the blood pooling on the stub, his ruff tongue pulls little chunks of meat off with it. Then he does the same thing with the other leg.
The persian spends the next thirty or so minutes toying with her and eating her most delicious parts. When he's had his fill he drops the partly eaten corpse off the limb on to the path below. It makes a sickening splat sound. He knows the corpse will be gone by tonight as scavengers will pick her clean. He leaves the limb to go back to his den. He will be back tomorrow to hunt again on poor unexpecting prey but for now, he leaves satisfied.
Laying on the path now is a mangled bloody furry mess of what used to be a pikachu. Shortly after the persian left a few pidgey who watched the whole thing and have been waiting patiently, swoop down and begin pecking at the corpse. Before they can get their fill a larger pidgeotto flies down and spreads its wings in an intimidating way and scares away the pidgey. The pidgeotto goes for the guts of the pikachu gulping them down like spaghetti noodles. After a few minutes alone the pidgeotto is interrupted by a pack of five vulpix that have come from the woods. The vulpix surrounds the pidgeotto growling and snarling. After a short standoff the pidgeotto flies away. The vulpix quickly started tearing the pikachu's corpse apart. The sounds of snapping bones and snarling fills the air along with the smell of burning flesh and fur as they cook the remains in their jaws. In no time at all the vulpix disappear the rest of the pikachu. What they couldn't eat for themselves they carry the pieces that they will feed to their young back with them in their mouths. They leave nothing behind.
Thus ending your story. You have been torn apart and eaten by many different pokemon. You now rest in many stomachs. You are forgotten by the tribe but not by the persian. He thinks of you sometimes and laughs to himself, he finds your foolish bravery funny. You leave no legacy. But hey, at least you were tasty!
