A dinosaur-like Pokémon stood near his tree, while its branches drooped in sadness towards the city that was reduced to nothing, but rubble and light ashes now. His purplish body stood out from the weakened tree, as the horn on his head along with the area surrounding his eyes were as gray as the bitter cinders that rested on the debris. His yellow tusks glimmered along with the forenoon light, as the collar marking around his neck was in a shade of dark purple.
His eyes widened to the sounds of some voices he heard off in the distance, as he noticed a Quilava that seemed too anxious to approach towards the other nearby Pokémon. He secretly placed his right hand into his mouth, as it felt rather soothing to him. He noticed some smoke coming from the fire that blazed on in the Prism Tower. His chest glew in a light, pinkish hue, as he thought to himself, "So... who dares to destroy this beautiful city that I once called home before I fled from those idiots back in Unova? I'd be happy to force my way towards the answer if I must!"
He gazed over back at the Quilava, as he took in a quiet breath. A trace amount of draconic energy emitted from his babyish body, as it conveyed the harsh feelings of his despair, terror, and even the lack of having empathy towards those he despised. He silently stood behind the Quilava, as he observed her doubt that he quickly took note of.