Burning Hatred
Copyright- Pokemon and its characters do not belong to me.
Beware all you trainers and Pokemon slaves. In the deep
recesses of the forest lives the Black Charmealan. His long
cruel claws now drip from those he has ripped asunder. Any
who live by the sphere will bleed at his claws until dry.
Death is the only drug that will appease him. Only
blood will drown out the memories within. Hatred and rage
to cleanse his mind of past pain. Anything to distract him
from remembering who he was.
Violence is the only art he practices and with fluid motion
he dispenses death to all he comes in contact with. The red fluid
of life taints his every step as he runs from the nightmare of his
past. Nothing can quench his burning hatred.
I wrote this about a character that I am thinking of introducing in a fic. Tell me what you think.