Howling and barking these songs // Sneaky ament

[AMUNET]

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.

ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛᴏᴏᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʟᴀᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʏ ᴍᴀᴡ // ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ- ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛ ɪᴛ.