— Something soft was only to be shredded; was easy to rend and cut through the venadi’s claws, maws: teeth gripping and hands clutching, pullingtuggingtearing until it screamed and bled. Until the venadi was satisfied and the creature under it’s grasp were still: when ament’s mind was silent and the rage was so much easier to to consume him: bleed into his eyes-muscles-sense-vision until the brown of his fur was awash in blood, beautiful crimson gore. The ancient beast demanded blood; demanded sacrifice, and the creatures of this land refused him: the creatures of another taught him though- taught him how to state his need with his own capable claws, teeth. Even mindless- or maybe because of this senselessness: ament was the perfect predator. An apex killer.

But it was also this mindlessness that caused such rage, the yearn for understanding led to such a short temper. Thoughts were like liquid sand slipping in his less-dexterous claws. Claws only meant to tear could not grip anything but squirming prey. Mind honed for hunting:killing could only, should only be used for hunting. Ament’s savagery were shallow, and under such an unkeen mind was a child; crying aloud- whywhywhyWHY.

The killer rose his black-slickened face high at the sound of the bell. His prey forgotten for a moment as he paused, cocking his head. He wasn’t too far off from where it sounded, and while loud- annoying, such a call from a creature would prove to be fascinating, and such a sound- new to the savage. Only made that curiosity all the more a novel concept. He grabbed his prey. A badger squirming in the dirt; thinking itself smart for hiding in the ground moment’s before It realized ament could dig. it’s tough exterior and thick layer of fat made it a gamey meal, and ament- the beast killed it simply for killing it.

There was little for such a creature: hunter to do, beyond hunting and killing now a days.

It had been a year since ament had hatched, his limbs have grown strong and his form taller. Plumage brilliant and streaked with red. The whites along his muzzle now dripping in red as he gripped his prey along his jaws: spotting the cat along the gate, the bell. Something in him clicked.

Where his sister’s saw nothing interesting in the clan, the typhoon, ament saw another project: a want to understand. And it was here ament dropped the badger. It lay bleeding at his feet and he let out a low chirp towards the stranger, offering them, extending the invitation of the kill.

Curiosity was often what drove Roan to the gates of the Typhoon these days, especially if his mama or siblings were not present. He still enjoyed welcoming people into the group, on some level, but he often found himself preoccupied with studying, gathering herbs, sorting them, or his various little hobbies. Some would consider it a boring cycle, but Roan actually considered it a comfort, especially considering the chaos his life had been in not too long ago. Despite this, it never hurt to shake the formula up a bit, especially when the walls of his treehouse or the temple began to draw too close, and too suffocating. It happened on occasion, and was often the sign that the siamese had been spending far too much time on his own. The sage wasn't truly sure whether or not he wanted the dependance on other crewmates' presences that he seemed to have, but at least it prevented him from being too much of a hermit. He didn't want to force his mama to come and drag him out for social interaction, after all.

It had been one of those days, where the walls drew in too close and the air felt too thick and dusty, and Roan had absolutely exploded with relief the moment he heard the loud clang of the bell in the distance. Dropping what he had been working on, the draconic feline shoved away the last of the herbs he had sorted before he headed out, being sure to keep his satchel with him. It had been a while since any joiners had showed up at their borders seriously injured, but Roan preferred to be over prepared, rather than under. It wasn't long before the lanky sage came padding up beside Georgia, his eyes landing on Ament, rather than her. The raptor's presence still unnerved him on some level, and the fact that the other dropped a badger at the newcomer's feet did nothing to put him at ease. He took a deep breath inward, clenching his teeth and letting it out before he turned his gaze towards Paola. Tail twitching behind him as he glanced her over, he found himself muttering in a slightly hoarse, unused tone, "And apologies, for Ament. A bleeding badger is not the customary greeting of the Typhoon." It really did seem like his mother's snark was beginning to rub off on him as the time went on. He wasn't sure if that was a positive, or a negative.

— it was with a pleased hum that the creature- stranger. hushed out in a tone that ament could only amount to as reverence. the utharaptor-beast let out a sound, rumbling- vibrating out of his as the stranger parted the prey; it's warm and fresh and ament took the gratification of pulling a chunk for himself as the rest of his mother's hoard came closer towards them, the first; small little thing of sea and fear-anxiety-annoyance. it only fueled such a creature; thing and were it not for the cut up prey still hung in his jaws he would provoke it. ever the predator; strong ruled and weaknessfear was something only to be encouraged.

for the moment ament simply flashes his bloody fangs at her, standing taller after ripping off another chunk. such meager delight so juvenile, and even now, for longer than a year this beast had roamed, had searched for had hunted a great many, it wouldn't remiss.

the next kept the impulse at bay, mother's rumble kept him from doing anything truly rash within the moments, a flash of mischievous in his brilliant sea-shade eyes.

On some level, Paola's amazement is... understandable, to say the least. However, in his relatively brief life, Roan had seen more than a few damned and unusual things, so Ament's presence, it was really just another tally on the list. Besides, it was hard to be impressed with such a beast when he had seen Ament at his worst, laying in blood and guts while his wounds festered in a way that made Roan wince. The sage had been the one to treat the prehistoric creature, and it was hard not to think about how, if he had so chosen, he could've left Ament for dead. He'd never do such a thing, obviously – hoped he would never have the capacity for such an awful action – but it certainly lingered at the back of his mind as Paola called the male magnificent. At least he's not alone in his somewhat disinterested attitude, considering Georgia's mood towards the reptile's antics. He could only assume that this newcomer would end up the same way, eventually. Either that, or given her enthusiasm, she'd throw herself wholeheartedly into the raptor lifestyle alongside him. Roan had to bite the inside of his cheek at the thought, resisting the urge to snort as he pictured Paola imitating Ament's odd shrieks and chirrups.

As the draconic feline saw fit to sit and let his tail rest gently atop his paws, his ears perked up in time to hear Paola introduce herself, her name oddly pleasing. Names like Goldenluxury's were becoming few and far between these days, but Paola was nice and short enough that it reminded him of his own. It was a small connection that made him give the briefest of smiles, but it was more than a lot of joiners got from him as of late. It didn't surprise him that she wanted to join, considering that was the case with most that appeared at their border, smelling of nothing but themselves. If she had smelled of Tanglewood, or Elysium, or any other group, he might've thought her perhaps a trader, or an ally come with news. Instead he just found himself nodding when she announced her intent to join, a soft hum of approval leaving his throat. Her introduction was... awkward, to be sure, but she seemed to have a good heart. And he was also fairly sure that she'd have some way to keep her promise of being able to do... stuff. He silently thanked the stars that he had never had to join The Typhoon and had instead been born into it, mainly because he wasn't sure he ever would've been able to get over the hump of pitching himself, to others.

Thoroughly satisfied with the fact that Lucifer had welcomed her in, Roan dipped his head down in greeting, a soft sigh leaving him. His voice was still hoarse as he spoke again, but he tried his damnedest to inject at least a little more enthusiasm into it, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Paola. Like Lucifer said, you're fully welcome to stay and help out in any way you'd like. We have plenty of divisions available for... stuff." He cracked a small, if tired, smile, trying to reassure her that her introduction had been fine, before he continued, "My name is Roan, and I'm the sage around here. So, if you have any medical issues that need attending, feel free to come see me at the temple." He flicked his lengthy tail off in the direction of the temple, even if that wasn't wholly accurate. He didn't actually live within the temple yet, but he was there more often than not, and his treehouse home was, at the very least, fairly close nearby.