07-26-2019, 05:30 PM
— the clatter of a nearby surface caught ament's attention. The savage's own muddled mind reacting instinctively. Ice blue eyes searched for moment - constricted pupil catching the soft shift of grey to alabaster, a soft sorrel eyesight flickering down; muttering nonsense that the raptor only recognized due to his exposure with other large packs. Nothing said was significant; for the creature traversing closer towards him was insignificant. It was not the individual that Ament ever privatized in places such as this - gatherings such as this. Larger packs of animals grouping together in a way that was peculiar; forming connection and bonds through shared language while he were left struggling at mere concepts.
No, Ament could easily kill the small little direling, but it wasn't a matter of killing for food: not now at the least. Watching the small thing traverse down the slope- ament was sure of his ability to kill them should they be a threat: for now they accepted that the creature was neither Prey nor predictor - something too akin to pack that it left a bitter taste in their mouth: Ally ?
Watching their eyes catch on the raptor's form made him weary never the less. A low purr bubbling from his form as they reached closer - joy apparent in their body language only agitating them further. Ament kept still, watching the other through stilted eyes stop far enough away. It eased the purr of threat in his throat, the crest along his head slackened back to a slight raise - weary - always weary - but interested too.
The raptor shook his head: a grounding mechanism for the jarring clackclackclack of chains attached to his throat. The collar there snug as a reminder to them both : a warning that ament was a savage thing - dangerous - preditory - hungry thing. He blinked in a slow, practiced move - to show non-aggression, though from the tense line of the raptors form there was no mistaking the lack of trust yet there.
The silence spoke words that ament could not convey, his body language an open book as were the young dire-ling. Too young to hide what instinct it was given with sense. Happy - it was trilled to see someone beyond the border. Weary as not too approach too closely, looking for a distraction if noting how they quickly shifted from pain to a newer experience - of another's abet silent company.
Ament's only reaction to the other words - however 'verbal' one would merit: was a soft croon. His head cocked slightly and lowered to peer at one of the individuals of the many - the larger pack that existed beyond this land - ament wanted to see - wanted to explore : A memory long forgotten-
three little changelings standing at the border of a fogged pine border-
No, Ament could easily kill the small little direling, but it wasn't a matter of killing for food: not now at the least. Watching the small thing traverse down the slope- ament was sure of his ability to kill them should they be a threat: for now they accepted that the creature was neither Prey nor predictor - something too akin to pack that it left a bitter taste in their mouth: Ally ?
Watching their eyes catch on the raptor's form made him weary never the less. A low purr bubbling from his form as they reached closer - joy apparent in their body language only agitating them further. Ament kept still, watching the other through stilted eyes stop far enough away. It eased the purr of threat in his throat, the crest along his head slackened back to a slight raise - weary - always weary - but interested too.
The raptor shook his head: a grounding mechanism for the jarring clackclackclack of chains attached to his throat. The collar there snug as a reminder to them both : a warning that ament was a savage thing - dangerous - preditory - hungry thing. He blinked in a slow, practiced move - to show non-aggression, though from the tense line of the raptors form there was no mistaking the lack of trust yet there.
The silence spoke words that ament could not convey, his body language an open book as were the young dire-ling. Too young to hide what instinct it was given with sense. Happy - it was trilled to see someone beyond the border. Weary as not too approach too closely, looking for a distraction if noting how they quickly shifted from pain to a newer experience - of another's abet silent company.
Ament's only reaction to the other words - however 'verbal' one would merit: was a soft croon. His head cocked slightly and lowered to peer at one of the individuals of the many - the larger pack that existed beyond this land - ament wanted to see - wanted to explore : A memory long forgotten-
three little changelings standing at the border of a fogged pine border-
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I LET THE ANGER GO—
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE