(babyish pokemon pred. Buttcrush. Vore. Disposal.)
You take one look at the approaching shade and decide that this could be a blessing. This moving circle of shade, unlike the napkin, is not something you'll need to actively cling onto it to utilize. No, you need only stand under it. You wonder for a moment what it could be, before concluding it's likely some sort of cloud. Or perhaps a novel sort of drone. You briefly turn your heads skywards, but find yourself nearly blinded by the sun, and are unable to make out the source of the shadow. Thrown off balance by the uneven sand, distracted by the scrape on your back, feeling a bit dazed from your glance towards the sun, and reasoning that the apparently near-circular shaped shadow is a safe source of shade, you approach the shadow without paying it much more heed.
As you approach the shadow, you notice that it appears to be growing larger... and that it actually begins to move away from you, reversing its direction. Strange. You approach the patch of shade once more... and as you do, you see its shape radically transforming, adopting a pair of wings, which quickly vanish once more into the near-formless circular shade.
Wings...
Something clicks in your memory. The Lycanroc wasn't the only creature you saw. No, there was another one. A bird. then this shadow must be...
Turning your attention upwards, above the shadow, you are once more assaulted by the light of the sun. But you still don't spot the source of the shade. You turn your attention upwards. Straight up, to the point that you can feel your neck straining. And then you spot it. The Vullaby you saw from earlier. Or rather, the skull-diapered bottom of the vulture pokemon. Your heartrate immediately spikes up, you immediately fall onto your bottom, and you break into a frantic pant. At least you didn't scream. In greedily searching for shade you didn't need, you put yourself right into the path of a giant predator.
A predator... has it really come to this? That a simple Vullaby... some dumb baby bird Pokemon could genuinely be considered a 'predator' to you? Well. Thinking about this objectively, you really would be little different from a wriggling worm to this gargantuan bird.
As you assess your situation, you realize there's a faint silver lining. You're directly beneath the creature. Likely out of her line of sight. As long as you remain stationed beneath her, you should be safe. You sit there beneath the gigantic Vullaby, gazing up at her bottom in a mix of fear and morbid fascination. Is this really all you need to do to be safe? Stay directly beneath her? You remain beneath her for now, knowing that a direct encounter with her would likely prove deadly.
Just as you begin to think that you're completely safe, the Vullaby makes a sudden move. Or... rather... suddenly stops moving . She extends her talons forward and holds her wings in place overhead and just freezes in place.
And, naturally, that means that she begins to tumble! You had expected her to engage in an elaborate divebomb maneuver, but that's not at all how a Vullaby hunts. Vullaby are clumsy flyers, only capable of lifting themselves off of the ground and awkwardly air-jumping from one spot to another. They are obviously not equipped to dive for their prey. But what they are equipped for is... well. Crushing them under their large, heavily armored bottoms.
A Galarian bird expert has coined this technique the "Nappy Dive." Many a prey have made exactly the same mistake you did. Assuming the 'blind spot' would make them safe. And like many prey, you have just put yourself into the perfect position to get obliterated by it. All of your ambitions for the future are doomed. All of your past studies and efforts at self improvement have been for nothing. You have a fleeting window of time to make peace with your situation. The descending bottom hurtles towards you with the finality of a judge's gavel and the inevitability of time itself.
You make a feeble attempt to bolt away from it, but you stumble on the sand. You scream in desperation and begin to crawl forward when suddenly....
CRUNCH!
The impact of the 'Nappy Dive' is impactful enough to form a small crack in the skulldiaper's surface. The Vullaby bearing all the superhuman durability of a pokemon (and having lined it with feathers to make it comfier ), fares far better. Your body, possessing all of the frailty of a human and being no bigger than three cubic inches in volume, fares far worse. Your spine is struck first, and you are immediately paralyzed. Paralyzed, but not numbed. You face a pain beyond comprehension, as the skull completes its descent. Your body is brutalized half to a pulp, and every bone in it shatters. The sand manages to dull the impact just enough to allow you to survive the immediate impact, but this only serves to give you more time to experience the pain.
The Vullaby shifts forward and brings a wind down towards you just to confirm your presence. She then allows her skull armored bottom to fall on you once more. She sits there with her talons extended, her presence conveying an impression of infantile stupidity despite having just decisively outwitted you.
For a full three minutes she sits on you. An instinctive habit that serves a very good purpose, in ensuring that the prey has already succumbed to its wounds by the time feeding begins. And Vullaby's efforts succeed. You pass out within two minutes. The last thing you ever see is the worn skull-diaper of a chubby giant Vullaby. Soon, you too will be nothing more than a skull and bones... and perhaps a bit of waste.
Having cracked the man-worm like an egg, the Vullaby sat proudly with her posterior planted her prey. Her reinforced bottom would help guide the thing on to its new 'life' as her meal. In a sense, she was protecting it. Protecting it from being a meal for a less worthy predator. As she sat, her thoughts drifted towards.... the clouds... and then towards the Lycanrock.. who didn't see to be paying her any heed. And then towards the clouds once more. She relaxed, nearly forgetting the prey for just a minute before finally coming to her senses. Surely it must be ready now.
She got up and with a a single, practiced swipe of her ring she scraped the man-worm off of her bottom. She looked at the stationary, bloodied, broken thing for a moment. Man-worms... curious creatures. They tend to pop up wherever humans have settled. Are they their young? Perhaps not. She has seen humans devour them before. Frankly, thinking about this in any sort of depth makes her head hurt. But what she does know is that they are easy hunts, taste good, and make a satisfying crunch when sat upon.
Just to confirm that it is no longer capable of resistance, she smashed her beak into its belly, easily punching a hole into it with her strong beak. No resistance. No reaction. Satisfied, she snagged the creature's head into her beak, lifted her own head upward, and downed the thing in a single gulp. She didn't mind that it is bloodied and covered in sand grains. As a vulture pokemon, her gut is well equipped to digest just about anything without any issue
Unlike many bird pokemon, which would need rely on pebbles to help grind you down, the Vullaby's stomach is very much capable of liquifying you on its own. Acids more powerful than all but the most corrosive of poison types dissolve your flesh within minutes, and your bones soon follow.
It takes less than two hours for your body to be fully processed and converted into nutrition for the Vullaby, who casually shits what's left of you right into her skull-diaper mid-flight without even skipping a beat. All that remains of yo now is an insignificant streak of white bird guano that will be washed out the next time she dunks her garment into a body of water.
YOU DIED
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