Mountains west of Blackthorne City | Morning (1)
There was a loud crunch heard, blood dripping and staining the pure white snow with that crimson. A large and rather unkempt looking Drapion chewed and then swallowed a bit more of the flesh, biting off what was left of the poor Golbat from the wing and tossing the limb to the side, swallowing the bloody flesh whole. Gula shifted, kicking up some soil and rocks as he began to wander the mountain, looking around for something. "More...Must have more..." He mumbled, looking down to his abdomen before growling lightly.
Then that scent came. That heavenly scent that meant something to him. The smell of other pokemon. That smell meant there were others nearby. Living. Meals. A raspy laugh escaped his throat as he began to claw his way toward the scent's source. It was strong and varying; he was hoping there would be plenty of meat and tasty flesh to engorge himself on. Another meal was welcomed at this point, and he was getting hungry, since those last few Golbats and Zubats were so hard to capture that they hardly were even an appetizer. But the main course was here, oh yes. He would soon feast like a king. Getting his food would be the harder part, but he hoped it would be...Rewarding.
(OoC: Gula has appeared! And he's coming for YOU!)