08-11-2019, 12:49 PM
Vathmos was more feral than her comrades. She could not read, and she had a hard time grasping the intracies of the language. In some ways, she wished another hyena would show up so that she could properly talk to someone. She didn't care for cleaning, it wasn't something taught to her and wasn't a thing amoung hyena tribes. Slaves did the cleaning, if any.
She laid in on her pile of skins, peacefully asleep. Vathmos, being nocturnal, rarely was awake during the day time, and often didn't wake until dusk. Vathmos' home smelled about the same as she did, but the rotting flesh smell was far more pungent. There were not many things decorating her home. Vathmos had a pile of bones in the back left corner, and a pile of skins on the right. She didn't have many decorations yet but she planned on getting more possessions- eventually. The knock awoke her after a few tries, as she drug herself out of the 'bed.'
She opened her door using the rope attached to the handle, sticking her head out and blocking off the inside with her body. "Hello Mac." She licked her chops. "More food?"
She laid in on her pile of skins, peacefully asleep. Vathmos, being nocturnal, rarely was awake during the day time, and often didn't wake until dusk. Vathmos' home smelled about the same as she did, but the rotting flesh smell was far more pungent. There were not many things decorating her home. Vathmos had a pile of bones in the back left corner, and a pile of skins on the right. She didn't have many decorations yet but she planned on getting more possessions- eventually. The knock awoke her after a few tries, as she drug herself out of the 'bed.'
She opened her door using the rope attached to the handle, sticking her head out and blocking off the inside with her body. "Hello Mac." She licked her chops. "More food?"
━ [b]MY SKIN IS A STORY┆LONELY. CLINGY. HATEFUL. ━