08-17-2019, 08:28 PM
— it escapes him ; gasping bleeding jaws open in a scream . because he could , because he was hurt ; as if by some twisted logic mother would heed his call and rid him of this pain, would be able to ease this pain - this static . Mother stopped listeningfor him since the Lygari - since the static, mother and sisters both are gone. Only left with curiosities that didn't hurt him but very much could.
oh , but Ament has been screaming for a while ; in his head for moons - eons . where once there was a silent feathered terror content with the silence - now he screams, sings in his bones and his mind that is raw and open - bleeding carved deep from the Lygari. from the powerful one who stole him - he itches and itches, static seeps from his bones into his pelt and he hurts, but not enough of a distraction - maybe he should hurt more? would that distract it ?
before he can ponder more - before he can cut the misery with more pain ( such a perfect distraction ) a voice cuts him off, and the vernandi freezes in his form, hunched bleeding - static echoes along his skin and inside his spine.
he croons at their placid nature, a soft mournful note from a beast of savagery and wraith. his tail swipes, swatting at the tree roots he perched on - with careful hesitant steps - stuttering - faultering - please towards them.
Ament makes a motion, snapping his teeth shut in front of the other before returning to the itches under his pelt . he croons again the note cutting through the air in a question - a request that ament cannot form , an answer that he cannot formulate.
oh , but Ament has been screaming for a while ; in his head for moons - eons . where once there was a silent feathered terror content with the silence - now he screams, sings in his bones and his mind that is raw and open - bleeding carved deep from the Lygari. from the powerful one who stole him - he itches and itches, static seeps from his bones into his pelt and he hurts, but not enough of a distraction - maybe he should hurt more? would that distract it ?
before he can ponder more - before he can cut the misery with more pain ( such a perfect distraction ) a voice cuts him off, and the vernandi freezes in his form, hunched bleeding - static echoes along his skin and inside his spine.
he croons at their placid nature, a soft mournful note from a beast of savagery and wraith. his tail swipes, swatting at the tree roots he perched on - with careful hesitant steps - stuttering - faultering - please towards them.
Ament makes a motion, snapping his teeth shut in front of the other before returning to the itches under his pelt . he croons again the note cutting through the air in a question - a request that ament cannot form , an answer that he cannot formulate.
made by wisker
I LET THE ANGER GO—
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE