We pawed at the cold, rusty skittered floors, claws scraping at the tiles. A low rumble emerged from our throat as we bared our beautiful whites that once tore through warm, wet flesh. Oh how we loved to see them cower, Brandt the traitor, who befouled our Leader, and the weak and small pale-eyed nothing behind him. "We shall break the ground, and tear asunder the skies to make you pay," we hissed, pacing back and forth and watching as the traitor held his flashlight pointed to the ground. "It's going to kill us," we heard him whisper. We erratically laughed, the sound high pitched and scattered with sobs. "Winner." We could only hear the word, screamed, as we launched at the unworthy sinners and they began to run.

i came up with this during my shark shift i just had to find it

i want to describe how shark is violent but like :/ i don't know how