— it was the best for him, to live alone.

in the precepe of understanding , ament's murky thoughts only went to the avaricious need of solitude. As a child he would seek others, if only to observe; curious in the differences, the deviance between himself - his pack and these creatures that walked and talked - together. Some form of evolution that stuted ament's understanding and angered him to no end. Angry - he was always angry then - wasn't he? Always ripping his way into scenes with messes of gore dribbling down his maw - across his features. Merciless to the point that his hidden nature - his caring - motherly habits were repressed save for his siblings - his pack.

but they were gone, they've been gone for a long time.

even now the anger was only a hairsbreath away, a twitch of a muscle and ament could feel it filling him - brimming with static and ancient wraith. deviating from his 'thoughts' his logic into a spiral, lashing out in the only way he was taught - the only instinct he could truly do alone: destroy. The creature fought for rigid control, his body still as an oak - only the edges of his form shifting with the elements around him; the wind.

but even with his anger; there was something to fear.

Ament's memories are a blur from time under the thumb of another. He remembers fighting - remembers bleeding and bloodletting out in turn- he remembers hurting - wraithwraithwraith that rattled in his bones until the very war of living in his bones was nothing but a vacant graveyard for the innocence - the naivety such a savage beast could have. For the first time: there was a void in Ament where there shouldn't be, waking up from under ninazu's control; and he shook with fear.

Fear is an absence of understanding; horror is the act of understanding completely.

It is fear ; because all ament's waking life has been spent in attains to understanding a fraction. Akin to stumbling into the darkness without noise or smell, only the sight of shifting shadows in front of him and teeth that did nothing to ensnare the fluid shadows. Ament who only knows instinct and drive, will and pack, togetherness and family-

and now, he has nothing.

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