Howling and barking these songs // Sneaky ament

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Ament is, and always will be a tightly bolted creature of wraith. It rattles in his frame and builds into his chest and croons in his ear, until it is suffocating and he can do nothing but tremble with the feeling of it. It has only grown with his age, only become stronger and louder- and harder to ignore until he listens to it, until his small fragile frame is swashed in visceral carnage of it's shadow. Painted a more brilliant red than mother's own scar that mar's his face. His sister's are different, with their personalities so strongly clashing with the instinct inside them all- it it easier to turn in distaste than stay and mark his home- make a den out of the remnant of his damage on the world, a clear example to other's just what happens when someone pisses him off.

But there are times where he is bursting with something else, something clawing and ticking and once quiet- insistent becomes impossible to ignore. He see's the way other's watch him, with an intelligence that he can never grasp- with a knowledge that is instinctual to them comes to him in hurtles. Common knowledge of a warrior- knows next to nothing about the trivialities of peace. It is this gap, this shine of knowledge that ament cannot fully grasp- only sparks and embers clutch in his claws until they simmer out. Ament is left with the remnant of something so common to the average sentient- they are so interesting- these curiosities that he calls them. THier knowledge- ament wonder's if they even know how grateful it is to live with a brain.

Something that is not purely physical- it is a concept. ANother thing he does not know- a manner of speak. A mindset that he cannot trace. It is not fitness or wellness, but nature. the very same nature that gave him teeth and claws and wraith without thoughts to pierce it, without a mind to out logic it. The little emotions he ever does feel are so swept and sudden they leave him brimming with either one or both sides. THey leave him gasping- thirsting for more. More blood- more knowlege. Grabby fingers of a beast that knew nothing of stop- only that the world was bountiful. THat the world was his if he only grasp it.

The world is merciless, and so he knows nothing but. He grabs ahold of everything in his sight. TOday was not the first time that ament has looked into the dens of others- black face twisting to check the scent, fresh or no- before continuing. He took note that no one likes him in their stuff when they are around- but when they are away? noninclusive. Time to see- and maybe, time to understand a little bit more about this "raptor tamer" that VIrgo seems so hateful towards.

He understands her logic, sure. He would hate to be under someone else's hold- anyone else tightly held leash, and he isn't. Not truly, beside what instinct decides for him when a threat is too big for him or his sister- does hi still. But Owen is a dog, made of fur and soft flesh and intelligence. his "girls" do nothing to repel him from them, they tolerate him- and he wants to know why.

So, owen's stuff.

Claws tear swiftly through whatever bedding the dog had set up, dark blue eyes pulling at the ribboned fabric and trying to gather data- in a similar way that a scientist would poor over his paper's. Aments look around the den as if it held the secrets to the universe. and went to rip up the bedding more.

[member=1310]OWEN.[/member]

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The difference between his girls and Lucifer's pack was the fact that his utahraptors hadn't been born in the wild, hadn't been raised outside of captivity. They had been genetically manufactured, created, and raised from eggs in an enclosure where Owen was the only family they knew. He wasn't just their Alpha, he was their Father, as well. Although they had grown up a lot, Owen still fawned over his girls like they're children still, as if he could still carry him around on his back and shoulders, cradle them in his arms as they pecked at his face and paws and any other part they could reach.

But they weren't, and Owen had known this. He had known that they were more independent now, but he still worried over them. One wrong move, and his girls could end up dying, and the shepherd didn't want that.

Lucifer's kids, on the other hand, intrigued Owen. They had a raw wildness in them, born in freedom, raised that way, unlike his own raptors. He had taken interest in the small feathered raptors, awe-struck by the beautiful colorings they had, the way their feathers fluffed depending on the situations, usually emotions. He knew Luci's raptors didn't like him, but he never really knew why. He had never thought to ask the blackened dragon about the reason why they usually kept away from him, but he supposed he could assume that it was because of Delta and Charlie's size being intimidating. In a real fight, even all three of the small raptor siblings wouldn't stand a chance against both of his girls, and it'd be a struggle to take out one of them.

Briefly, Owen hoped the feathered children would get bigger, allowing them to defend themselves better.

Nevermind his own, unnoticed feelings for the black-winged dragon, Owen longed to stick close to Lucifer, to get to know him and his family better. Owen didn't like Luca, but he tolerated him because of his respect for Luci himself. After all, Delta did eat Luca's previous body during a raid. Of course, back then, he lived in the Ascendants. They were enemies, stuck to live in war and fight. But now he wasn't, he was a fellow pirate, and Owen respected Pincher and Lucifer enough to not start shit in the group. Well, nothing too major.

Brown and black fur seemed to blend into the nesting branches surrounding his girls' nest where he also slept, wedged between the two utahraptors. Of course, he hadn't been sleeping there at the moment, so he couldn't see much of what Ament was doing, but he most certainly could hear it.

Long, fluffy ears twitched upwards, swiveling to listen in for intruders or unwise clanmates. While this was Typhoon territory, this part of the jungle had been claimed by his raptors, evident by the messy nest of cotton and foliage surrounding it. Credit to Delta to making such a large nest for all of the utahraptor pack to sleep together.

Owen's body flickered out of visibility as he used his invisibility power, his steps light and almost soundless as he trotted over to the nest, abandoning his pile of bedding which he had been previously trying to drag back to fill up his part of the nest bedding. He saw the familiar brown and speckled feathered raptor from behind, and a look of mild amusement formed on his maw.

While he couldn't speak these raptors language, he figured just the tone of his voice could do for now, as well as his body posture. He only knew the language his girls spoke, the language barrier separating the two packs, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing, to be honest.

Amber-golden eyes focused in on the creature as it tore through his nest, and Owen finally let his invisibility drop, sitting down steadily. He postured himself calmly, tilting his head to the side. His tail was curled around his paws in a polite position, and his ears twitched at the sounds of rummaging.

"Find anything you like? It's not kind to rummage through other people's stuff." Owen's voice was filled with a soft, amused bubble of a tone. He obviously wasn't mad, but it wouldn't be good if the child got caught by the utahraptors. Luckily for him, Delta and Charlie were away. Probably on a hunt.

TAGS • THE TYPHOON • 27 M/O • GERMAN SHEPHERD | INDOMINUS REX • #RAPTORFAM

Ament knows instinct the way that few other do in this world. His sister’s, their pack- Owen’s own pack. They know it- they follow it, and it has been better than any religion or belief someone would follow. The body screams with need- and ament does to satisfy it. Curiosity was just another form of it. It tells him to understand and so he seeks, greedily little thing he is- wrathful little thing- he rips, he claws- he devours knowledge like the savage he is, and is painstakingly disappointed when he finds little to nothing, beside an already ruined place. It does not surprise him much- only disappoints- always disappointing. and there is nothing more frustrating than coming up dry.

So, he may have attempted to wretch the place, if only to vent a bit of the very same frustration. Dark blue eyes are narrowed in a fury, too busy- too invested into his wraith to pay attention to Owen appearing. It is a fatal flaw- and it is too easy to turn that hatred onto himself- foolish little raptor, silly little predator! He could have been killed if it where of the other pack. If they saw him snooping through their stuff, but it only their alpha. Their soft-flesh little curiosity that he is.

At ament’s current size, he was if not a little shorter than the other alpha. Dark brown feather’s ruffled, slowly coming back down, but his crest was higher on his head- betraying his emotions in a way that ament could not physically express otherwise- could not tell.

Ament has always been curious, of owen, of his pack of raptors- why the followed him. Why they seemed to peer his sisters and him as threat when the rest of the friendlies seemed to simply ignore them. It made him clueless, and angry- it made him curious, the craving, raging little beast. Thoughts too big- emotions to far strung, and instinct settling deep inside his bones- telling him to eat- to tear, to destroy. It left ament little better than functioning, and more easily riled up. On his own- ament was a ruthless thing. Less merciful and less cunning- but even more lethal.

And here little ament was, alone- facing something of his interest.

(he felt the need to see owen dead as much as he did to understand him)

His sister was right, that these creatures were soft tender little things. Their claws and teeth did not save them as much as their intelligence did from his wraith- like all things they still bleed- but it was a different form of soft. Merciful was not a word ament knew well- and it showed in his ruthlessness. Owen did not immediately hurt Ament for stepping into his den- did not bark him away- or whatever he did to get his pack under control. He leaned back and observed and ament felt himself seethe- weak little thing could not control him With merely a better mind, it would take strength to beat ament- and get him to back down. so far- nothing of the sort came from the soft curiosity.

From the outside, ament seemed to stare- a little to long at the alpha, seemingly waiting a response- a reprimand- something. But when nothing happened, the raptor returned to his investigations. Was there anything shiny here? He should take it. Owen did not deserve shiny things. Void mother might like something silver- something white and soft? He plucked some of the stuffing from around the area, seeming to tuck it at his own feet to take back with him.