08-16-2019, 03:58 PM
scrtch
it festers. burrows deep under his pelt and jolts by reality bleeding through, ament feels it. A sharp contrast to his preening triteness, and ignores it; until it becomes too much to ignore -scrtch- it reminds him of the static; except it is so very much real. is this a punishment ? A penance for the static that clammors deep inside his skull, rattles inside his bones and alight his skin with irritation, just shy of pain - but never ignored.
scrtch
it's eating him alive ; consuming him whole - until there is nothing left but this feeling and s t a t i c . panic is subtle, pupils constrict, his breathing slows - the beast relaxes unto the forested floor, feet tucked away from the bog of the swamp and tucked on a far- away branch. For a moment, , a perfect stillness - a quiet settles over Ament in ways that never have before ; not under thrall, not in slumber. ( s c r t c h ) TEETH SNAP to attention, closing around his wing, the taste of blood bursts along his tongue. Pure animal primal , pain serves as a wretched delight . . .
scrtch -
scrtch he chases it, bloodied maw closing around his form, head tucked below his gored wing - this time his teeth brush harmlessly through feathers, smearing the mess between his teeth through his feathers. a split second of - ecstasy.
then - n o t h i n g
static rattles his bones, burrows under his feathers
it festers. burrows deep under his pelt and jolts by reality bleeding through, ament feels it. A sharp contrast to his preening triteness, and ignores it; until it becomes too much to ignore -scrtch- it reminds him of the static; except it is so very much real. is this a punishment ? A penance for the static that clammors deep inside his skull, rattles inside his bones and alight his skin with irritation, just shy of pain - but never ignored.
scrtch
it's eating him alive ; consuming him whole - until there is nothing left but this feeling and s t a t i c . panic is subtle, pupils constrict, his breathing slows - the beast relaxes unto the forested floor, feet tucked away from the bog of the swamp and tucked on a far- away branch. For a moment, , a perfect stillness - a quiet settles over Ament in ways that never have before ; not under thrall, not in slumber. ( s c r t c h ) TEETH SNAP to attention, closing around his wing, the taste of blood bursts along his tongue. Pure animal primal , pain serves as a wretched delight . . .
scrtch -
scrtch he chases it, bloodied maw closing around his form, head tucked below his gored wing - this time his teeth brush harmlessly through feathers, smearing the mess between his teeth through his feathers. a split second of - ecstasy.
then - n o t h i n g
static rattles his bones, burrows under his feathers
and Ament-
Y O W L S
made by wisker
I LET THE ANGER GO—
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE