ThunderRemix8

Empty, empty, every damn thing in this horrible forest was empty! Amy bit his tongue to suppress his growl. He made it a point of pride to live as in harmony with this world's flora and fauna, and for a little over a year he happily abided by it. Cinnamonroll would take what energy they could from his kills, but otherwise it was a dance between hunter and hunted, a dance of life and death where the two adversaries are evenly matched. Now, there was nothing. Not even creatures unfit to be eaten, no birds twittering their displeasure at him ruining their sylvan scene, no beetles scurrying underfoot, eating what other creatures wouldn't. His seething was witnessed by no creature of flesh and bone, not even his trusted companion Cinnamonroll. The kiji had to leave his side and return to the core, the lack of energy draining them almost to their limit. An older Kijikaiaku trailed after him, not as tall as his crimson noodle, but with a keener gaze and sharper claws the size difference did