Mad MOAI
Actually more of a harmour fan
There was a small, chilling breeze in the air about fifty feet above the water. It was caused not by wind or ice breath, but the wake of a flying Pokemon, gliding in a circle over the sea. Its large wings were outstretched and appeared to have gray stone for skin. However the Pokemon was flying quite smoothly, and so it must not have been made of rock.
At first she could have easily been mistaken for some mysterious, inanimate object, but in a single swift, sudden movement, her rectangular head snapped downwards, and her leaf-green eyes speared down at the clear blue liquid, scanning for the slightest silvery-and-pink movement that signaled live prey. Her wings started to rise into a more downward vertical position, and there was a slow, steady drop. She appeared to know that she would find something to eat before one of her four talons even skimmed the surface of the ocean.
There was a bit of movement! She instantly had her eyes locked on it, but it was a glimmer of gray-brown beneath the water. It could have been a cloud of soil kicked up by the current, but it appeared to have a definite shape. Curious, she lowered closer. Almost immediately, she picked up that it was only a Kabuto. Hard things. There was barely any meat in them; they were mostly rock and claw. Shrugging off the presence, she gradually rose again, still searching for food.
At first she could have easily been mistaken for some mysterious, inanimate object, but in a single swift, sudden movement, her rectangular head snapped downwards, and her leaf-green eyes speared down at the clear blue liquid, scanning for the slightest silvery-and-pink movement that signaled live prey. Her wings started to rise into a more downward vertical position, and there was a slow, steady drop. She appeared to know that she would find something to eat before one of her four talons even skimmed the surface of the ocean.
There was a bit of movement! She instantly had her eyes locked on it, but it was a glimmer of gray-brown beneath the water. It could have been a cloud of soil kicked up by the current, but it appeared to have a definite shape. Curious, she lowered closer. Almost immediately, she picked up that it was only a Kabuto. Hard things. There was barely any meat in them; they were mostly rock and claw. Shrugging off the presence, she gradually rose again, still searching for food.