08-20-2019, 06:35 PM
— the promise of a fight is enough to catch the savage's attention , anger, tension - wraith ultimately . Ament does not know why this clan is so tumultuous , more so than his old one of salt and sand . Tanglewood is , more primal ( something inside him eases at the behavior , he is unsure he could handle soft anymore ) . it makes breathing through the rot and tinge of bog all the more easier ; with the promise of blood hidden behind every encounter .
the black faced raptor looks between the gaps of the woven roots , deep blue eyes watching vathmos leave and most of the tension seem to disipate with their departure ; ament has half a mind to follow suit - but there is something new - and ament's biggest folly has always been his curiosity.
still , he is weary now . he knows better than to charge in , but aurum is there , if by the grumble of the lion's voice is enough to bring the beast closer , slipping between the roots of one of the many tree's he has hidden against and closer towards this new one - this thing that his clan welcomes . It would only do to at lease recognize the other , determine - if they are allies - prey , or predator ?
there are few that could be considered predators to the vernandi, fewer to Ament himself - under the Lygari he had taken many down by his own merit - with someone else's mind carved into him , even now ; even a hollow beast ; Ament will always be lethal
Between Vathamos' stark laugh , the raptor comes to stand where they once stood - farther away from the group . watchful - weary , but interested, if the slight curve of feathers atop his head were meant for anything , but the quick - rapid - fire flicker of pupils towards the rest gathered there - the small fox ; aurum ; and the strange one - the new one . the raptor bobs his head down to a lower level - to peer at the wild dog that was shoved deep into the mog . A noise escapes him ; a soft chuff as he properly scents mayari feathered tail bobs behind him apprehensively ; waiting for the fight or flight reaction that always seems to be instilled wherever his presence lie .
the black faced raptor looks between the gaps of the woven roots , deep blue eyes watching vathmos leave and most of the tension seem to disipate with their departure ; ament has half a mind to follow suit - but there is something new - and ament's biggest folly has always been his curiosity.
still , he is weary now . he knows better than to charge in , but aurum is there , if by the grumble of the lion's voice is enough to bring the beast closer , slipping between the roots of one of the many tree's he has hidden against and closer towards this new one - this thing that his clan welcomes . It would only do to at lease recognize the other , determine - if they are allies - prey , or predator ?
there are few that could be considered predators to the vernandi, fewer to Ament himself - under the Lygari he had taken many down by his own merit - with someone else's mind carved into him , even now ; even a hollow beast ; Ament will always be lethal
Between Vathamos' stark laugh , the raptor comes to stand where they once stood - farther away from the group . watchful - weary , but interested, if the slight curve of feathers atop his head were meant for anything , but the quick - rapid - fire flicker of pupils towards the rest gathered there - the small fox ; aurum ; and the strange one - the new one . the raptor bobs his head down to a lower level - to peer at the wild dog that was shoved deep into the mog . A noise escapes him ; a soft chuff as he properly scents mayari feathered tail bobs behind him apprehensively ; waiting for the fight or flight reaction that always seems to be instilled wherever his presence lie .
made by wisker
I LET THE ANGER GO—
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE