11-12-2018, 02:17 AM
ament does not do mercy, he does damage. It is not mercy that keeps his typoon alive, it is the beast's patince- his want in understanding, and his sisters good graces. Mother has attempted to teach them that this group was made to protect one another, hunt for each other and thrive together- and not to eat them. Built of preditors so closely packed it is a miricale that none have hurt each other. Their own insticts must be driving them mad now and ament wants to know why. Wants to know if these typoon have found a way to shut off the calling, and why they would. Fulfilling his insticts is holy- right. Running with his pack and preening together, tandem his pack is locked in causing carnage together- everything done together despite their ability to shine alone, they are a beacon of divinity - unity. Together-ness. it was the vens choice in regards to this "super pack", and in the end, the gods that they are- unified in all great things, choose to claim it as theirs.
Unholy, this group would surly have failed without their protection, because if otherwise not protected these lands would fall prey to his wraith, and all it's creatures dead in his wake. And mother would be sad, and ament does not wish to see him sad. So they remain, amung the island that is the vens their home: they remain.
This great pack that the venadi has adopted do not think highly of them, and this is fine. Of things these creatures do not understand derrives fear and in turn distaste, but not to ament. Only a wish to understand and the beast is not merciful, but tolerant. Not kind but resolute in his paitence. The healer hisses words he cannot understand and the raptor only let's out a delighted chatter at the response. As if the barrier of tongues does not stop him. He will permit this one close, it smells of plants and remedies and his new one is hurt.
A pleased thrill escapes his jaws as the other rises, and ament feels pleased that he has communicated with the new one. His new one, he decides. With a nod the raptor would have gone plainly away, to leave the typhoon to take care of it's new member. But the trees rustle and a false god rises in their mist. Ament's hakels rise as a low pur escapes him, but this time it is not friendly. Owen is not of the ven, not of his kind but claims it all the same. Dark blue eyes narrow and his crest lowers to his skull, head bowed. Owen commands another pack, weak in standing weak in general. They are not like his sisters and him, and it is not because of understanding he distatse but because of it. Raptors who follow only insticts follow an alpha without it is wrong. Ament's feels wraith bubble in his gut as he stands tall, one arm streatched to cover over his new one and purr louder. Sounding more like a growl of a wolf protecting it's offspring.
"the new one is mine, you cannot have it!" ament's speaks out, his words uncomprehensiable to the rest but Owen should know the most of it, if not the click of the repeated "mine, mine mine!" is clear enough for the 'raptor tamer'
Unholy, this group would surly have failed without their protection, because if otherwise not protected these lands would fall prey to his wraith, and all it's creatures dead in his wake. And mother would be sad, and ament does not wish to see him sad. So they remain, amung the island that is the vens their home: they remain.
This great pack that the venadi has adopted do not think highly of them, and this is fine. Of things these creatures do not understand derrives fear and in turn distaste, but not to ament. Only a wish to understand and the beast is not merciful, but tolerant. Not kind but resolute in his paitence. The healer hisses words he cannot understand and the raptor only let's out a delighted chatter at the response. As if the barrier of tongues does not stop him. He will permit this one close, it smells of plants and remedies and his new one is hurt.
A pleased thrill escapes his jaws as the other rises, and ament feels pleased that he has communicated with the new one. His new one, he decides. With a nod the raptor would have gone plainly away, to leave the typhoon to take care of it's new member. But the trees rustle and a false god rises in their mist. Ament's hakels rise as a low pur escapes him, but this time it is not friendly. Owen is not of the ven, not of his kind but claims it all the same. Dark blue eyes narrow and his crest lowers to his skull, head bowed. Owen commands another pack, weak in standing weak in general. They are not like his sisters and him, and it is not because of understanding he distatse but because of it. Raptors who follow only insticts follow an alpha without it is wrong. Ament's feels wraith bubble in his gut as he stands tall, one arm streatched to cover over his new one and purr louder. Sounding more like a growl of a wolf protecting it's offspring.
"the new one is mine, you cannot have it!" ament's speaks out, his words uncomprehensiable to the rest but Owen should know the most of it, if not the click of the repeated "mine, mine mine!" is clear enough for the 'raptor tamer'
ɪ'ᴍ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs / ʏᴏᴜ ᴅʀᴀɪɴ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴀʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇ
made by wisker
I LET THE ANGER GO—
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE