03-23-2019, 01:12 PM
— Fire was nothing new.
But this place, was. Ament remebers traveling with his pack, exploring new places with his siblings in the forfront. THe omega had been content, been inquisitive then. He rather enjoyed seeing new things, exploring more places. Finding the similarities, the differences.
Every place they stumbled to did not have a big pack- but every big pack did have a different setting. They all behaved differently upon seeing the group, even with the same underline fear. Ament was even feared in the pitt, behind chains and cages, they couldn't quite turn their eyes to his, never stood too close.
(Ament snarled behind the cages, flashed his teeth at anything that dare step too close.
He felt his own amusement at even those who sneered at him, taunted him step away at his challenging display.
smelled the fear wafting off of them, the fear they refused to show)
Ament kept the chains, when he left. A reminder, a souvenir beside all the scars he got from fighting-killing.
he was not only a creature of wraith, but something to fear.
It has been some time since he had been accepted here, and no one had put him behind a cage, no one pulled the collar off yet either- but he was left to his own devices, he made a small nest, suitable for himself. He cleaned his own feathers, enough to get the dust-dirt-blood off of him - the smell.
He was meant to be hunting, finding something to feast on while trying to keep away from the areas where most of the big-pack frequented. Ament wasn't ready to face them with the imprints of static still between his eyes. Wasn't completely sure he was even free, with it still there.
But fire was something fimiluar. Ament would come towards it, remembering the odd looks from his own big-pack as he came alone- without his siblings, to interact.
Once he was known as being the social one of his own pack. despite the language barrier, ament had always wanted to understand them.
He could ignore the hunger for now.
WHen ament appeared, it was only with the small cat before the fire. Smoke sputtering and fire just starting to catch. Ament felt a rumble of pride at the information that flickered on in his head. needs more air, more fluff. He looked towards the cat- the stranger. Stilled, and felt something settle in his mind before he acted.
A low chirp in greeting.
But this place, was. Ament remebers traveling with his pack, exploring new places with his siblings in the forfront. THe omega had been content, been inquisitive then. He rather enjoyed seeing new things, exploring more places. Finding the similarities, the differences.
Every place they stumbled to did not have a big pack- but every big pack did have a different setting. They all behaved differently upon seeing the group, even with the same underline fear. Ament was even feared in the pitt, behind chains and cages, they couldn't quite turn their eyes to his, never stood too close.
(Ament snarled behind the cages, flashed his teeth at anything that dare step too close.
He felt his own amusement at even those who sneered at him, taunted him step away at his challenging display.
smelled the fear wafting off of them, the fear they refused to show)
Ament kept the chains, when he left. A reminder, a souvenir beside all the scars he got from fighting-killing.
he was not only a creature of wraith, but something to fear.
It has been some time since he had been accepted here, and no one had put him behind a cage, no one pulled the collar off yet either- but he was left to his own devices, he made a small nest, suitable for himself. He cleaned his own feathers, enough to get the dust-dirt-blood off of him - the smell.
He was meant to be hunting, finding something to feast on while trying to keep away from the areas where most of the big-pack frequented. Ament wasn't ready to face them with the imprints of static still between his eyes. Wasn't completely sure he was even free, with it still there.
But fire was something fimiluar. Ament would come towards it, remembering the odd looks from his own big-pack as he came alone- without his siblings, to interact.
Once he was known as being the social one of his own pack. despite the language barrier, ament had always wanted to understand them.
He could ignore the hunger for now.
WHen ament appeared, it was only with the small cat before the fire. Smoke sputtering and fire just starting to catch. Ament felt a rumble of pride at the information that flickered on in his head. needs more air, more fluff. He looked towards the cat- the stranger. Stilled, and felt something settle in his mind before he acted.
A low chirp in greeting.
made by wisker
I LET THE ANGER GO—
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE