04-05-2019, 03:19 PM
— Birds of a feather, flock together.
It was one of those sayings, the words passed Ament without meaning, but the sentiment - the loyalty it seemed to spurn from the big-pack. The words meant something. And it itched like the collar clasped around his throat. The feathers there were gone, all that was left was the click-click-click rattle of the chains. The simple sound abusing his ears in the silence of hunt. Hunting with the collar was hard, but living without the collar - the reminder was harder.
Living alone was a hastle, without his sister's, without his mother life seemed fleeting between static and wraith. Wraith had always seem apart of him. A vice as much as it was a weapon. But ever since that static- ever since the pitt. The static in his head seemed to fade, but never completely. It always came back with his r a g e. So for once, he kept himself in check, let the sound of the chains around his throat settle his nerves while he prowled.
The sound was not that if his chain.
A soft thunk with the dying weeze if a caw.
He turned towards the direction. The raptor steadily prowling closer to the sight of a bird, a crow. With a broken wings. A curious tilt of his head.
This one was odd, and Ament liked odd things. He didn't take to killing something like this- like his sister's would. He would rather watch, rather help than kill what was hurt. If it helped him understand it was worth it.
Gentle, his small new friend was pathetic and weak. But that was fine, Ament once was too. Ament got better, and Ament would help see this one better too. A low chittering from the raptor as he gently moved to preen the small birds feathers. his teeth were sharp, but Ament could be gentle - he had been gentle before he could again.
It was one of those sayings, the words passed Ament without meaning, but the sentiment - the loyalty it seemed to spurn from the big-pack. The words meant something. And it itched like the collar clasped around his throat. The feathers there were gone, all that was left was the click-click-click rattle of the chains. The simple sound abusing his ears in the silence of hunt. Hunting with the collar was hard, but living without the collar - the reminder was harder.
Living alone was a hastle, without his sister's, without his mother life seemed fleeting between static and wraith. Wraith had always seem apart of him. A vice as much as it was a weapon. But ever since that static- ever since the pitt. The static in his head seemed to fade, but never completely. It always came back with his r a g e. So for once, he kept himself in check, let the sound of the chains around his throat settle his nerves while he prowled.
The sound was not that if his chain.
A soft thunk with the dying weeze if a caw.
He turned towards the direction. The raptor steadily prowling closer to the sight of a bird, a crow. With a broken wings. A curious tilt of his head.
This one was odd, and Ament liked odd things. He didn't take to killing something like this- like his sister's would. He would rather watch, rather help than kill what was hurt. If it helped him understand it was worth it.
Gentle, his small new friend was pathetic and weak. But that was fine, Ament once was too. Ament got better, and Ament would help see this one better too. A low chittering from the raptor as he gently moved to preen the small birds feathers. his teeth were sharp, but Ament could be gentle - he had been gentle before he could again.
made by wisker
I LET THE ANGER GO—
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE