Kirby1200

Bleeding Amaranth --- It was different being the prey. Much different. He'd been foolish to think he could take on this beast alone. He wasn't thinking right, blinded by grief and uncontrollable rage. And now, he was pinned underneath the monster, it's claws digging into his back, and he deeply regretted his decision. He screamed as it sunk its teeth into one wing, squirming, trying to get away. It chuffed, amused at his struggle. He was going to die, or worse; he was going to lose his wings. Help me! --- "Meta Knight!" He awoke with a jerk. The first thing he noticed was the liquid dripping down his face, and he quickly wiped it away. "