[ WP ] Pokémon are no longer the fun and loving creatures you `` train '' with . They are now hunting humans and eating them alive . Tell us the stories of your great survival or the story of your untimely death .

*Hunt. Kill. Consume. Survive. * 
 
 This is the law of Lush Jungle. Nothing else matters. 
 
 Once upon a time, we lived in harmony. Pokemon helping humans, humans helping Pokemon. But that is all a distant memory now. Nobody even remembers how it became this way. 
 
 There is no more leaving the other side with just enough health to be caught, no more fighting till knockout. We hunt to kill. We kill to eat. All we know is survival. 
 
 *Survive. Live. Fight. Die. * 
 
 Maybe, somewhere along the way, we left behind something important, because now we even fight amongst ourselves. As hunters, the weak are a burden to the pack. And so, they are often thrown to the mercy of the pack, the elements, or the humans. 
 
 *Death. Birth. Life. Hunger. * 
 
 Perhaps this is for the best; the strong survive, and thus the pack becomes stronger. 
 
 I lifted my wing, stirred awake by a gentle nudging. The speckled egg beneath me began to twitch, ever so slightly. Soon, its brothers and sisters would also begin their first movements in this unforgiving world. I adjusted my temperature and stepped off the nest to allow the little ones room to grow. 
 
 Soon, a nest full of peeping little Fletchlings hopped about, taking in the light. They cried aloud for food, their little beaks stretched wide. 
 
 Except for one. He was lying in a heap in the corner of the nest, shivering and struggling. He was small. 
 
 *Hunger. Thirst. Need. Hunt. * 
 
 I gently picked him up in my talons, cradling the tiny little body. His siblings grew impatient, chirping even louder in the canopy-filtered sun. 
 
 I could hear a Lycanroc below calling to her pups, born only days ago. The little Rockruffs barked back at her voice, running and jumping about. I made my way over to the edge of the nest and peered down below at them, still holding the little hatchling. 
 
 I lifted him over and let him drop to the ground below. 
 
 *Hunt. Kill. Consume. Survive. * 
 
 This is the law of Lush Jungle. Nothing else matters. 
 
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 EDITED: A few words, for tone.
