11-11-2018, 09:34 PM
Supple muscle bobs and weaves through the jungle at cheetah pace, dark obtrusive snout diveing through the leaves of the undergrowth as his pelt is revealed through the spotted undergrowth. Ament is restless, fickle creature made to destroy and rend. Large snapping teeth chattering away contently as he runs through the forest. It is only him- him and his surveying of his land- this hunt to weed out intruders and pick apart his typhooner's from the strangers who would to them harm- most notoriously the pitt.
The sent of blood is fimiluar, like the perdior of the sea that cannot turn around he follows it ruthlessly, senses all turned to hunt out the weak- to draw the sweet honey nectar of living beings with his claws-jaws. Crippling prey and preditor alike until they are nothing but food
But ament is not hunting.
The smell of the sea- salt tinged breze blows agitation into him, the typhoon claim this crippled one. Got to it before him- before he could take it. He can hear them chattering together three of his own marveling over what to do to the stranger. Ament is annoyed, but not truly angry- no he just wants to understand. The strange one- the new one is crippled- is hurt and yet still they welcome him? With open arms? With open "heart"?
ament does not understand.
He steps closer, out of hiding the large apex predictor does not hesitate, but he slows. Giving his typhooners time to see him before he attempts to move them aside. Chuffing slightly as he goes. This new one- is now going to be a typhooner, and ament want a good look at it before so. Wants to see what kind of animal- wolf. Wants to see what it'll do- how it will react to the land's gods. Raptor kind- the venadi kind are all gods. and they claim this land, claim these people. If one is welcomed- ament knows he must welcome it in his own way. and see if it will be of use to him or just another one to later blend in the crowd- the legion of predictors on this land.
Ament knows that when an animal is injured, it tends to fight back with more willful intentions to survive then, and he does not try to seem forceful, a low purring deep inside his throat as he butt's Marco's side in attempt to get him up softly. But ament is large, towering even. Not full height as he will be but he towers over wolves now, three and a half feet and still growing. The move is awkward and may seem a little bit too forceful, when he pulls back he looks the other in the eye and blinks slow, the purr coming out falling out of tandem before stopping all together. Crest raised in question as he nudges them again. up upup!.
//lmao feral raptor over here trying to welcome you! Welcome to the salty crew! ^^
The sent of blood is fimiluar, like the perdior of the sea that cannot turn around he follows it ruthlessly, senses all turned to hunt out the weak- to draw the sweet honey nectar of living beings with his claws-jaws. Crippling prey and preditor alike until they are nothing but food
But ament is not hunting.
The smell of the sea- salt tinged breze blows agitation into him, the typhoon claim this crippled one. Got to it before him- before he could take it. He can hear them chattering together three of his own marveling over what to do to the stranger. Ament is annoyed, but not truly angry- no he just wants to understand. The strange one- the new one is crippled- is hurt and yet still they welcome him? With open arms? With open "heart"?
ament does not understand.
He steps closer, out of hiding the large apex predictor does not hesitate, but he slows. Giving his typhooners time to see him before he attempts to move them aside. Chuffing slightly as he goes. This new one- is now going to be a typhooner, and ament want a good look at it before so. Wants to see what kind of animal- wolf. Wants to see what it'll do- how it will react to the land's gods. Raptor kind- the venadi kind are all gods. and they claim this land, claim these people. If one is welcomed- ament knows he must welcome it in his own way. and see if it will be of use to him or just another one to later blend in the crowd- the legion of predictors on this land.
Ament knows that when an animal is injured, it tends to fight back with more willful intentions to survive then, and he does not try to seem forceful, a low purring deep inside his throat as he butt's Marco's side in attempt to get him up softly. But ament is large, towering even. Not full height as he will be but he towers over wolves now, three and a half feet and still growing. The move is awkward and may seem a little bit too forceful, when he pulls back he looks the other in the eye and blinks slow, the purr coming out falling out of tandem before stopping all together. Crest raised in question as he nudges them again. up upup!.
//lmao feral raptor over here trying to welcome you! Welcome to the salty crew! ^^
ɪ'ᴍ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs / ʏᴏᴜ ᴅʀᴀɪɴ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴀʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇ
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I LET THE ANGER GO—
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE