03-17-2019, 02:52 AM
— Ament was a creature of wraith, and to him the after effects of such a burning sin was inconsequential to the thrill of it under his plumage. The rush of combat and the thrill of hunting. Nothing brought him to a more content than the high of it. Nothing could compare to such a natural state, a weapon to wield by his sister's side. Protecting, defending. With them he learned the calling off family, with them he learned pack.
( But pack was not here. Pack did not save him. )
he saved himself.
That wraith felt hollow now. He felt used, freshly burned out. Hollow like the after effects of something lethal leaving him. The claw marks on a training dummy. He feels used, raw and bleeding. chained.
a fight dog, they called him.
(Now he is just... Weary. )
It settles in his bones and it refuses to leave. He doesn't like it static settling in, wraith blending into his blood. Wait for the kill order wait for the-
Then, they speak.
They are not the only one to talk of the packs adopted mother. But it is the first time he can understand who they are talking about.
freedom is a sin he feels crawling on his back
"Mother left." Ament chirps back, his own tongue clumsy, his chirps fraying, and weak. he wasn't allowed to talk back. "Gone. Can't go back." he fumbles with the meaning. With trying to equate that his pack is not gone, but Ament is... Ament isn't who he used to be. He can't.. he simply can't.
"controlled... Not safe." that static , the feeling of someone else under his skin is wrong. it lingers there now, it fills his head and it mutes logic. Mutes him.
Not safe notsafenotsafenotsafe
He drawls back when the other comes to grab the collar. The purr turning into a Savage snarl that only quiets when he distances himself again. No- No. No one is allowed close to him. He taps the ground with his large taloned feet, a rhythm to a beat only he understands.
challenging, threatening. Ament does not feel any fear for the being before. One that drapes themselves in death. Ament has no fear for the aftershocks of wraith, no fear for the punishment he knows is swift to approach for leaving his family-
There is nothing to fear from a calm end, and if he meets his own today, then so be it.
It takes a few moments before Ament lowers down completely. Frontal limbs grazing the ground. His crest rises, not alarmed- brave and he snarls again. He doesn't attack, just waits.
( But pack was not here. Pack did not save him. )
he saved himself.
That wraith felt hollow now. He felt used, freshly burned out. Hollow like the after effects of something lethal leaving him. The claw marks on a training dummy. He feels used, raw and bleeding. chained.
a fight dog, they called him.
(Now he is just... Weary. )
It settles in his bones and it refuses to leave. He doesn't like it static settling in, wraith blending into his blood. Wait for the kill order wait for the-
Then, they speak.
They are not the only one to talk of the packs adopted mother. But it is the first time he can understand who they are talking about.
freedom is a sin he feels crawling on his back
"Mother left." Ament chirps back, his own tongue clumsy, his chirps fraying, and weak. he wasn't allowed to talk back. "Gone. Can't go back." he fumbles with the meaning. With trying to equate that his pack is not gone, but Ament is... Ament isn't who he used to be. He can't.. he simply can't.
"controlled... Not safe." that static , the feeling of someone else under his skin is wrong. it lingers there now, it fills his head and it mutes logic. Mutes him.
Not safe notsafenotsafenotsafe
He drawls back when the other comes to grab the collar. The purr turning into a Savage snarl that only quiets when he distances himself again. No- No. No one is allowed close to him. He taps the ground with his large taloned feet, a rhythm to a beat only he understands.
challenging, threatening. Ament does not feel any fear for the being before. One that drapes themselves in death. Ament has no fear for the aftershocks of wraith, no fear for the punishment he knows is swift to approach for leaving his family-
There is nothing to fear from a calm end, and if he meets his own today, then so be it.
It takes a few moments before Ament lowers down completely. Frontal limbs grazing the ground. His crest rises, not alarmed- brave and he snarls again. He doesn't attack, just waits.
made by wisker
I LET THE ANGER GO—
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE