"I want to get the first bite!"
"Wait! Maybe it's still alive."
"Don't be such a coward, sis. A dragon, covered in snow, alive? Looks like this weakling is lying here for quiet some time now. Even if we ignore the obvious wounds, unlikelihood of survival beneath the snow and the lack of reaction it showed up to this point, it would have did by hunger or thirst, or do you see its tracks?"
I feel weak. I glance to my core. I do not only feel weak, I am weak, my energy shrank drastically. I try to remember where I am, but get distracted by something chewing on our leg. To tell the truth, it barely hurts, I'm wondering if whatever it is does even pierce our scales.
"Stupid scales, thought they go soft after a while."
Pathetic, I have to focus only to stay awake and that wanna-be-predator can't get through our scales.
"It could be fresh. Or not dead! Get away, you idiot!"
"Don't start that again. I prove to you it's dead." Something opens my mouth and something warm is placed within it. I think I found the winner for the stupidest-thing-someone-ever-did-award. "See? It's totally harm..."
I close my mouth and feel blood dripping on my tongue. I hungrily swallow the head while the second unknown Pokemon cries and flees. Slowly opening my eyes I see the decapitated body of a Charmander in front of me. 'Sometimes you got to love natural selection and how it deals with those unworthy.'
I move my head forward and rip out a huge chunk of meat, almost choking on it, while my brother shudders and opens his eyes. "How did we survive that? And leave something for me!"
He grabs the right arm and tries to pull the body closer, but I bite into the other arm and drag into the opposite direction. Any logical thinking, for example it does not matter who eats the meat, is disabled by my hunger and need for blood. We keep fighting for what feels like an eternity before the loser becomes obvious.
The Charmander. He rips into two halves which we quickly gorge down. We finish at the same moment and I finally get the chance to think about what happened and possible results. There were two Charmander, young ones, maybe two weeks maximum. We ate one, the other fled. How long does it normally take until a Charizard separates from its whelps? The quickly increasing sound of flapping wings points to longer then two weeks. Curses.
We take several steps back as the flying-fire type lands with a thud and roars at us. "How dare you kill my first born? I will scatter your ashes in the wind, extinct your descents and feed my daughter with them!"
I gulp. "Sorry to disappoint you, but I got no descents."
She leaps towards us, using her wings to go faster and we barely evade getting sliced in two halves by rolling out of the way. I admit, I'm intimidated, not only by her size, but by her raging anger leading to her literally heating up, melting all the snow within six feet.
Drak shakes his head. "Come on, the idiot placed his head in Ke's mouth, that's suicidal."
The Charizard shakes her head and I think I see a single tear which instantly turns into steam. "He was too young... And now you try to tell it was his fault? Die!"
The last word is accompanied by a wave of flames hitting us. Our scales are severely seared and we fall to down, unable to get back up. The female look down to us before flying away.
I glance to Drak. "I did not like that smile. It will get worse, right?"
"Did she look like she would let us go? Of course it's not good!" He sniffs. "I hate the odor of Drakke in flames."
We get interrupted by the return of the Charizard carrying a Charmander in one claw and some strange purple goo in the other. The fully evolved fire type spits in front of us. "Call yourself lucky, this will most likely be the most useful thing you ever did." She turns to her daughter and her voice softens up. "Remember how I told you never to eat this, honey? I'm going to show you why." She turns around to us again and roughly opens my mouth. "Open wide, worm."
The purple thing gets slammed into my throat and I have to swallow to avoid choking on it. On second thought, choking might have been a good idea as I notice poison flooding our body. Every bit of energy I have left seems to drift out of my reach and my head falls to the ground.
"See, cutie? It's poisonous and would kill you in less then a day." The Charizard grabs my head, lifts me and slowly cuts downward my throat, not deep enough to kill me, but awful painful. Why does she always pick me?
"Poison makes you unable to correctly touch your core, very strong Pokemon can suppress it enough to stand up and look for an antidote like the Pecha berry, but weaklings like this one don't have that option." I get dropped again and the two fire types leave.
My brother coughs. "Any smart plans?"
I try to nod, but can't get up. "Survive. If that winged..." I stop as a violent cough ends with me spitting blood. "Believes we would die so easily I plan to surprise her."
Drak laughs sarcastically. "You think it's so easy to withstand poison? As long as no idiot throws a Pecha berry into one of our mouths we won't shake it off that easily."
"You talk like you experienced something similar before?"
"Mother once gave me something poisonous, to show the effect. I felt awful the whole day, kept vomiting and she sent me to look for the berries on my own. Later I bit into a Seismitoad which was covered in that stuff. Not sure how I got it off."
I focus and feel the substance weakening our body. Strangely some other, unfamiliar power keeps pushing it out, extremely slow, but noticeable. Relying on instinct I strengthen the pushing energy and feel the cleansing speeds up, even though I can't ignore the minimal energy left in my core after doing so. My vision starts to blur, but the result of all poison lying in a separate outer layer of our skin is worth it I guess. I sigh in relief while darkness overcomes me. "Maybe we have a chance after all. Your turn."