10-16-2018, 07:31 PM
Mother calls. It's not some hidden telepathic pull, but it may as well be. The way the speckled one looks up at the grate shadow his paternal's shape casts and see's it in his spine- the way the scales rattle with movement. His sister's and him are similar- in sometimes the concepts these curiosities toss around will never catch - never make sense to him, but he can always understand body language. In this world of strange and addicting and rage inducing as it is- something is simple to him and he finds comfort in it- in knowing
Ament is not nobel like his sister's, he is all reaction and instinct. Mind taking backseat when it comes to logic- following his instincts is natural and fulfilling. It makes him more aggressive and less approachable but also the more curious- the more tolerant than his clutch. His mind will catch up later and what he see's in mother is comfort- and gentle absolute strength. It is like a beacon calling him home, and seeing the other shift and move makes ament want to run under his shadow and nip anyone who dare step too close. Rend anyone who dare hurt- or any intentions to hurt them. His pack- his family.
he is small and weak in comparison to luciferus, but it only a challenge to overcome. Another hurdle for the speckled one to cross in stride, maybe not the same elegance as his sister's but with clumsy, brazen force. He bursts into action, the slow- lazy day cut clearly with a click of teeth. Bright blue eyes scouring for his siblings before he turns- with or without them to prowl closer to mother. He does not distance himself much from his parent, always keeps one of his pack close in bound- in sight- it's easier to think- to control himself around them and he prefers it that way. Better that than to try and lay claim to a land that isn't his, to a place that holds too many predators and Owen's pack and - their now strong enough- not yet at least.
A low chattering bubbles from his maw, words formulating into his mind before to evolves into the savage language they all share between them- the golden one- the keen one and the protector of them all. "Mother?" There is a questioning lilt into his voice, that he leaves unspoken not a why so much as what's next that he leaves unspoken. Mother is smart- keen like all those other creatures that prowl the place.
Ament is not nobel like his sister's, he is all reaction and instinct. Mind taking backseat when it comes to logic- following his instincts is natural and fulfilling. It makes him more aggressive and less approachable but also the more curious- the more tolerant than his clutch. His mind will catch up later and what he see's in mother is comfort- and gentle absolute strength. It is like a beacon calling him home, and seeing the other shift and move makes ament want to run under his shadow and nip anyone who dare step too close. Rend anyone who dare hurt- or any intentions to hurt them. His pack- his family.
he is small and weak in comparison to luciferus, but it only a challenge to overcome. Another hurdle for the speckled one to cross in stride, maybe not the same elegance as his sister's but with clumsy, brazen force. He bursts into action, the slow- lazy day cut clearly with a click of teeth. Bright blue eyes scouring for his siblings before he turns- with or without them to prowl closer to mother. He does not distance himself much from his parent, always keeps one of his pack close in bound- in sight- it's easier to think- to control himself around them and he prefers it that way. Better that than to try and lay claim to a land that isn't his, to a place that holds too many predators and Owen's pack and - their now strong enough- not yet at least.
A low chattering bubbles from his maw, words formulating into his mind before to evolves into the savage language they all share between them- the golden one- the keen one and the protector of them all. "Mother?" There is a questioning lilt into his voice, that he leaves unspoken not a why so much as what's next that he leaves unspoken. Mother is smart- keen like all those other creatures that prowl the place.
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