[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 45%; font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px;"]Vathmos is one of those animals that would have killed for a quick bite to eat. If this animal was sentient and they were seeing if it needed help, then where was the line? What was she allowed to eat? What or who should she kill? Was it just animals you thought didn't act right? Was it lower class? Vathmos was used to a simple system- if it wasn't your brother, it was food. If your brother died, he was food. She came out of the surroundings, that little hyena laugh coming from her throat as a way to tell her clanmates it was her. She approached now, black eyes looking over the bird, a little bit of drool falling out of her mouth.
It spoke. Perhaps that was the line. She would have just attacked it already. She imagined, briefly, leaping forward and biting down on it, its bones crunching and snapping like celery in her mouth. Mmmmm Tarseteeya. Her lips turned upwards as it begged for its life, cringing.
Itee winowpulide boet etarseitetru jepusetee teeow etartee ittee.
It spoke. Perhaps that was the line. She would have just attacked it already. She imagined, briefly, leaping forward and biting down on it, its bones crunching and snapping like celery in her mouth. Mmmmm Tarseteeya. Her lips turned upwards as it begged for its life, cringing.
Itee winowpulide boet etarseitetru jepusetee teeow etartee ittee.