12-27-2018, 11:12 PM
the beserker / the quiet one — Smoke cools in the air, crystals form; melt at the will of the sun’s idlings. Ament’s own idles bring nothing but wraith; the perfect after image of his curiosity, it settles into his mind the same way, but the feelings are different. One binds him,bleeds, seethes, it is killing him softly and making him feel alive. Rot blossoms in his heart and starts the slow nullification of his heart, his loyalty. One breathes against his feathers, it is the curl of warmth despite the cold, the shudder of excitement after a hunt- the thrill- the awakening. Like he has been in a daze and only now opened his eyes.
He was born with both of these, gifts from the mighty ancestors, that show his divinity- his place among them. Remembers it was curiosity that drew him away from his first meal despite his hunger, it was his rage that killed that rat ruthlessly under mother’s gaping shadow. He has little idea what his pack thinks of this; rage; curiosity. Such simple attributes have over taken his life in a precarious state of sanity and control.
But loyalty remains, kindness- may evaporate but never truly die in him, something only showed to his pack mates. He will always be there for him, some primal thing that feels like the warm grains of the beach in the afternoon of winter. Warm despite the cold, Nature’s mercy. Despite this rage, this curiosity that both push him away, he is stubborn, resolute in his need to dig his feet-claws-teeth into this. This love, this home. It keeps him tethered. It keeps him merciful despite the rage of the world around them all.
Clumsy still, whatever honed edges ament has were not used for walking skillfully. He practices his stalking, his knowledge, and his battle prowess. Little else bothers him anymore, and he can confidently walk into clan camp where he because an aspect to inspect from his curiosities. They watch each other equally now, ament marvels at their smarts and they marvel at his mindless-ruthlessness. Even if he stumbles from time to time, these creatures know better than to trust his clumsy exterior, they have all seen what he has done, what he could do.
He know of christmas, a gift giving ceremony that tends to everyone- where your friends are giving platitudes and strangers are greeted with niceness. A time of merriment and festivities that makes wonder bloom in his eyes. A sea churning under his skin flash in his eyes, his interest is caught and his own life is put into question, what kind of things can he give his sisters?
It does not take him long to think of things, less time to find and give what they want.
For exodus a large bucket filled to the brim of fish bait, stolen from the shores of fishers who long given up home to catch him. Large worms and non-poisonous caterpillars squirm and writhe in a slight sparkle of soil from the underbrush to keep them alive. He knows his sibling prefers to dig than to hunt, though she thoughtfully satisfies both needs of herself and her family. A small amount of consideration for the pack is to be rewarded.
For his first hatched, his alpha is benevolent and silver tongue. Nobel colors of her crest and eyes make the perfect gift for her easy. Something pleasing to the eye, something flashy and enough to give even the most dimwitted of animals attention. Thick golden chains are shipped and shaped, thick enough to wrap around her neck and show her regal status.
Soft goose plumage has been plucked and set in a cloth- meant to later spill into the nest of their home and make for softer- warmer bedding for his home. A gift to himself as much as the others.
Adara is tricky to find for. Something that is unique liker her personality is hard to search for, harder to secure. But he does amend this quickly, scouring another punch of feathers as brilliant as hers. Golden, blue, green. Soft and chi-ched until soft enough to make a fine bedding around her own art of the nest, stuffed inside the same cloth of pure white dowry.
Mother has given them everything they are- who they became was because of the void-god’s guiding light. A beacon in benevolence that ament will never be able to comprehend - to grasp with anyone but pack. Rage settles too deeply, too keenly. But something must be given something will be sacrificed to this divinity that guides them into their own light. He drowns it first. Freezes it neck- and carefully carves. Brutal and unkind and ruthless is he, but each action is made gentle: of love. WHen he is done he is proud of his accomplishment.
An inch of ice encases the meat, forever suspended if kept cool enough. Cold and brittle, the heart is clear to see in the ice. Clear despite the scratches that skitter the edges of each side. A heart encased in ice, a fresh snack given meaning. Here ament gives his love the only way he truly knows how- providing for.
He turns slowly to face his sister, a bright purr of contentment as he bounds closer. No time to play- today is a gift- an occasion. They grow older but together, and he has something to to show her. In Between jaws is the clasp of iron as he sets down a bucket at his feet. The rest of his presents at his feet. Waiting for his family to gather and take what is theirs.
He was born with both of these, gifts from the mighty ancestors, that show his divinity- his place among them. Remembers it was curiosity that drew him away from his first meal despite his hunger, it was his rage that killed that rat ruthlessly under mother’s gaping shadow. He has little idea what his pack thinks of this; rage; curiosity. Such simple attributes have over taken his life in a precarious state of sanity and control.
But loyalty remains, kindness- may evaporate but never truly die in him, something only showed to his pack mates. He will always be there for him, some primal thing that feels like the warm grains of the beach in the afternoon of winter. Warm despite the cold, Nature’s mercy. Despite this rage, this curiosity that both push him away, he is stubborn, resolute in his need to dig his feet-claws-teeth into this. This love, this home. It keeps him tethered. It keeps him merciful despite the rage of the world around them all.
Clumsy still, whatever honed edges ament has were not used for walking skillfully. He practices his stalking, his knowledge, and his battle prowess. Little else bothers him anymore, and he can confidently walk into clan camp where he because an aspect to inspect from his curiosities. They watch each other equally now, ament marvels at their smarts and they marvel at his mindless-ruthlessness. Even if he stumbles from time to time, these creatures know better than to trust his clumsy exterior, they have all seen what he has done, what he could do.
He know of christmas, a gift giving ceremony that tends to everyone- where your friends are giving platitudes and strangers are greeted with niceness. A time of merriment and festivities that makes wonder bloom in his eyes. A sea churning under his skin flash in his eyes, his interest is caught and his own life is put into question, what kind of things can he give his sisters?
It does not take him long to think of things, less time to find and give what they want.
For exodus a large bucket filled to the brim of fish bait, stolen from the shores of fishers who long given up home to catch him. Large worms and non-poisonous caterpillars squirm and writhe in a slight sparkle of soil from the underbrush to keep them alive. He knows his sibling prefers to dig than to hunt, though she thoughtfully satisfies both needs of herself and her family. A small amount of consideration for the pack is to be rewarded.
For his first hatched, his alpha is benevolent and silver tongue. Nobel colors of her crest and eyes make the perfect gift for her easy. Something pleasing to the eye, something flashy and enough to give even the most dimwitted of animals attention. Thick golden chains are shipped and shaped, thick enough to wrap around her neck and show her regal status.
Soft goose plumage has been plucked and set in a cloth- meant to later spill into the nest of their home and make for softer- warmer bedding for his home. A gift to himself as much as the others.
Adara is tricky to find for. Something that is unique liker her personality is hard to search for, harder to secure. But he does amend this quickly, scouring another punch of feathers as brilliant as hers. Golden, blue, green. Soft and chi-ched until soft enough to make a fine bedding around her own art of the nest, stuffed inside the same cloth of pure white dowry.
Mother has given them everything they are- who they became was because of the void-god’s guiding light. A beacon in benevolence that ament will never be able to comprehend - to grasp with anyone but pack. Rage settles too deeply, too keenly. But something must be given something will be sacrificed to this divinity that guides them into their own light. He drowns it first. Freezes it neck- and carefully carves. Brutal and unkind and ruthless is he, but each action is made gentle: of love. WHen he is done he is proud of his accomplishment.
An inch of ice encases the meat, forever suspended if kept cool enough. Cold and brittle, the heart is clear to see in the ice. Clear despite the scratches that skitter the edges of each side. A heart encased in ice, a fresh snack given meaning. Here ament gives his love the only way he truly knows how- providing for.
He turns slowly to face his sister, a bright purr of contentment as he bounds closer. No time to play- today is a gift- an occasion. They grow older but together, and he has something to to show her. In Between jaws is the clasp of iron as he sets down a bucket at his feet. The rest of his presents at his feet. Waiting for his family to gather and take what is theirs.
made by wisker
I LET THE ANGER GO—
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE