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Graceful Death
By Farla
I, like most carnivores, am a hunter. And I am a carnivore, whatever feeble- minded fools may say. Look at me! Look at what I am. Look at my teeth, look at my claws. Do you think I was made to dine on berries? I am a hunter.
Yes, fearow may scavenge degraded through rotten scraps, but why would one such as I ever do so?
I'm not a pathetic little pack hunter either, a weakling who must rely on others to bring down a single creature, a growlithe or houndour. I'm no dog - don't confuse me with the weakest of my pre-evolution, forced into packs of their own. I hunt alone.
True, some of my kind choose to live with humans, to fawn or be fawned over. I choose to kill my own food, but to each their own. As companions, they still remain aloof, as is proper.
Myself, I enjoy the hunt. I'm no scyther, acting purely and mechanically to the dictates of instinct. Prey are toys, and the hunt a game - the best game of all, the ones that rockets hot blood though your veins, makes everything vanish except the twitching sweet meat that fills your mouth.
Bloodthirsty? Do you even need to ask? Have you ever hunted living meat, stalked and lunged for it, sank your fangs into the beating flesh? Have you? Blood the sweetest ambrosia.
Cruelty, though, I do not understand the charge. I live, I kill. I am, nothing more. I kill to sustain myself, do I not? If the kill is the greatest thing - the only thing - in the world to me, what of it? This is my life, and would it not be dismal indeed if it was spent without enjoying as single moment?
I am a persian, graceful death slipping from the tall grasses, reveling in the pulsing flesh.
In the kill.
If Blade Warrior was any indication, this is going to piss someone off. And no doubt for all the wrong reasons. I wonder if I'll get another idiot to tell me that no pokemon are pure evil, even (gasp) umbreons.
Graceful Death
By Farla
I, like most carnivores, am a hunter. And I am a carnivore, whatever feeble- minded fools may say. Look at me! Look at what I am. Look at my teeth, look at my claws. Do you think I was made to dine on berries? I am a hunter.
Yes, fearow may scavenge degraded through rotten scraps, but why would one such as I ever do so?
I'm not a pathetic little pack hunter either, a weakling who must rely on others to bring down a single creature, a growlithe or houndour. I'm no dog - don't confuse me with the weakest of my pre-evolution, forced into packs of their own. I hunt alone.
True, some of my kind choose to live with humans, to fawn or be fawned over. I choose to kill my own food, but to each their own. As companions, they still remain aloof, as is proper.
Myself, I enjoy the hunt. I'm no scyther, acting purely and mechanically to the dictates of instinct. Prey are toys, and the hunt a game - the best game of all, the ones that rockets hot blood though your veins, makes everything vanish except the twitching sweet meat that fills your mouth.
Bloodthirsty? Do you even need to ask? Have you ever hunted living meat, stalked and lunged for it, sank your fangs into the beating flesh? Have you? Blood the sweetest ambrosia.
Cruelty, though, I do not understand the charge. I live, I kill. I am, nothing more. I kill to sustain myself, do I not? If the kill is the greatest thing - the only thing - in the world to me, what of it? This is my life, and would it not be dismal indeed if it was spent without enjoying as single moment?
I am a persian, graceful death slipping from the tall grasses, reveling in the pulsing flesh.
In the kill.
If Blade Warrior was any indication, this is going to piss someone off. And no doubt for all the wrong reasons. I wonder if I'll get another idiot to tell me that no pokemon are pure evil, even (gasp) umbreons.