09-18-2018, 10:09 PM
soft dowry and gentle tugs woke the slumbering kin, letting out a content purr at his siblings ministrations, such a gentle way to wake up when looking at the nature of their kind. Vicious little monsters made for war- some insolent thought made for controlling. In the soft glow of the morning ament feel his own rumble spill freely, announcing his own slow awareness into the waking realm. It was very rare to wake up like this, slow and careful and kind. SO often would ament wake suddenly, not a jerk awake but a sudden sensation of awareness that couldn't be tampered until his muscles screamed in exertion. So little did his mind let itself wake peacefully, that ament was content. Secure in the silk netting of their home. Throne fit for the divine.
His purr only stuttered when he finally let out his own chirp, blinking his eyes finally awake to see the sun glaze over their realm. Dark feathers glinting like shards of freshly picked bone. the gold, dull bronze of Exodus' movement caught his attention, and a slightly harsher tug at his growing wing joint as he moved to reciprocate. lazy, slow, contentment settled deep into his bones and the wraith in his bones hummed in stillness. He ducked under his own wing, catching the oil from the gland there as he puffed out the feathers under exodus' chest- hard to reach sparsely cleaned between lethal tools turning into a simple comb. Eyes still half closed, awareness staying here in his den of warmth and home and loyalty. They did not stretch, did not expand to the void mother's nearing presence, nor the jealousy tethered sprite.
Predators can wait for this. Even ament, who held the darkest feathers, and the very little care of slelf- took time to preen. It was a necessary element to them, it was an instinct that ament felt no shame in extending. It made lazy afternoons out of successful hunts and his pack into a closer tighter knit unit. But ament's calm was fragile as the water, it rippled into a compounding effect. Until a small disturbance made for a raging wave that tore at the shore with it's own brutality. Slowly, the world around him expanded, and his tail stretched out stright alignment of his back. outside wing adjusting as he watched the world from behind his sister's form. A grumble in his threat as he moved to do the same just behind her head.
A dark shape smeared along the beach towards them, and it was only by the scar that adorned it's face that ament didn't tear himself away from his sibling's hold. he let out a louder sound, chittering in greeting towards the hellion. FOr gallant wings at his sides and dark tuff's of coarse fur or no- void mother was indistinguishable from the power that seemed to surround him, and the way the heat just disappeared at his very presence. Dark blue eyes watched it's mother before he returned to his ministrations, curling his tail around virgo- a gentle probing to her awareness. he didn't want to jostle her, but it was time to preen with them- and mother's presence, it would make a long time before they got time.
THere would be time to wake up slowly today, and ament felt nothing but grateful.
His purr only stuttered when he finally let out his own chirp, blinking his eyes finally awake to see the sun glaze over their realm. Dark feathers glinting like shards of freshly picked bone. the gold, dull bronze of Exodus' movement caught his attention, and a slightly harsher tug at his growing wing joint as he moved to reciprocate. lazy, slow, contentment settled deep into his bones and the wraith in his bones hummed in stillness. He ducked under his own wing, catching the oil from the gland there as he puffed out the feathers under exodus' chest- hard to reach sparsely cleaned between lethal tools turning into a simple comb. Eyes still half closed, awareness staying here in his den of warmth and home and loyalty. They did not stretch, did not expand to the void mother's nearing presence, nor the jealousy tethered sprite.
Predators can wait for this. Even ament, who held the darkest feathers, and the very little care of slelf- took time to preen. It was a necessary element to them, it was an instinct that ament felt no shame in extending. It made lazy afternoons out of successful hunts and his pack into a closer tighter knit unit. But ament's calm was fragile as the water, it rippled into a compounding effect. Until a small disturbance made for a raging wave that tore at the shore with it's own brutality. Slowly, the world around him expanded, and his tail stretched out stright alignment of his back. outside wing adjusting as he watched the world from behind his sister's form. A grumble in his threat as he moved to do the same just behind her head.
A dark shape smeared along the beach towards them, and it was only by the scar that adorned it's face that ament didn't tear himself away from his sibling's hold. he let out a louder sound, chittering in greeting towards the hellion. FOr gallant wings at his sides and dark tuff's of coarse fur or no- void mother was indistinguishable from the power that seemed to surround him, and the way the heat just disappeared at his very presence. Dark blue eyes watched it's mother before he returned to his ministrations, curling his tail around virgo- a gentle probing to her awareness. he didn't want to jostle her, but it was time to preen with them- and mother's presence, it would make a long time before they got time.
THere would be time to wake up slowly today, and ament felt nothing but grateful.
ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛᴏᴏᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʟᴀᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʏ ᴍᴀᴡ // ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ- ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛ ɪᴛ.
made by wisker
I LET THE ANGER GO—
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE