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(Created page with "This constant rumble… … It lowers me to my bare instincts. The instincts to maim, to rend, to slash apart skin to reach flesh. Food. Food. I haven’t had any since I was caught. Real food, that is. Not this mass-produced Pokemon feed. There’s no meat in it. It’s not enough to live on. I’ve lost my dignity. My pride of being the most calm Scyther I know. I’m hungry. So hungry. It makes me delirious with images of all the largest prey; Pidgeot, Sawsbuck,...") |
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I can’t battle it. Not for much longer. I have the weapons to get it. I am built for the hunt. Built to get food. I can’t see. I’m dizzy. Starved. I have to eat. Or I’ll die. Have to get food…
I take in the taste of fresh blood as it wets my dry tongue. I tremble, even as I gorge myself, getting the sticky red stuff all over my face. The flesh isn’t even good, but I don’t care, I must be sated. I use my blades to sever limbs, chewing through everything edible, even splintering thick bone.
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