(A legend from the south. You heard a story like this when you were little.)
As soon as the absol appeared in the village, dark clouds circled and filled the sky. They stood, red eyes dark and ominous, and looked out over the villagers who were now frozen where they stood.
“A storm will come this afternoon. It will wash away your village and erase your lives.”
The sentence hit the villagers with a note of final doom that sent them into a whirl of panic around the absol, darting about the stoic figure perched on the lip of their town square’s fountain. The creature was a bringer of death, knowing or unknowing. The first rock struck their head and knocked them off guard. Those that followed were assurances that, even if this dark beast brought about their deaths, they’d taken down their harbinger as well.