08-12-2019, 02:29 PM
— Rage is such an easy emotion ; compared to grief and morning . Many defected from genuine to masks and bottled up . Ament is a predator , has never turned away from wraith or violence . it is instilled as a child , instinct were sense should have been : the hunger for violence is dominate , especially to him . Tension bleeds between the group as savage snarls - yowls and cutting words that Ament cannot understand
In the end , it does not matter, if evergarden is a predictor or prey ; even without his pack - without mother's shadow or his sister's support - Ament is the apex predator . Under someone else's hand he was nothing but an attack dog - static and blood freed him - now he lets the same static build, let the hunger for violence rise until there is nothing but the carnal lust for blood to once again taste his blood.
In the present sense , something in the pink main coon shifts , wings sprout from their back and horns crown their head . They take on these features as if it would deter him ; and many once it would have , for the same taste of shadow - of mother lingers on them now - but it only seems to anger the utharaptor , a low rumbling purr building deep in their throat now halting as a savage snarl cuts across their features. Sea-storm eyes dilating in a heady rush as in moments - quick reactions that may be too quick for other's to react - Ament pounces.
Ament uses his teeth first - bounding closer he attempts to enclose his maw around the other's neck. A killing blow if not for the way Ament intents to use his grip to fling the other away. to distant them from their allies or no, Ament will become the executioner in this one's end - if he manages to distant Delilah from the rest of the angry group he will be quick to follow. The feathered beast again attempting to bite down on the other - this time on one of the appeared limbs : A wing, and break it, if not wrench it from their back entirely.
In the end , it does not matter, if evergarden is a predictor or prey ; even without his pack - without mother's shadow or his sister's support - Ament is the apex predator . Under someone else's hand he was nothing but an attack dog - static and blood freed him - now he lets the same static build, let the hunger for violence rise until there is nothing but the carnal lust for blood to once again taste his blood.
In the present sense , something in the pink main coon shifts , wings sprout from their back and horns crown their head . They take on these features as if it would deter him ; and many once it would have , for the same taste of shadow - of mother lingers on them now - but it only seems to anger the utharaptor , a low rumbling purr building deep in their throat now halting as a savage snarl cuts across their features. Sea-storm eyes dilating in a heady rush as in moments - quick reactions that may be too quick for other's to react - Ament pounces.
Ament uses his teeth first - bounding closer he attempts to enclose his maw around the other's neck. A killing blow if not for the way Ament intents to use his grip to fling the other away. to distant them from their allies or no, Ament will become the executioner in this one's end - if he manages to distant Delilah from the rest of the angry group he will be quick to follow. The feathered beast again attempting to bite down on the other - this time on one of the appeared limbs : A wing, and break it, if not wrench it from their back entirely.
made by wisker
I LET THE ANGER GO—
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE