08-20-2019, 09:35 PM
She hated this task. She was ordered to do it by someone higher than her in the pecking order, and even after some arguement, Vathmos was forced to do so anyways. Vathmos was not a fan of wild dogs, due to her relationship with them from her old tribe. They had been in direct competition with eachother, and there had been a case or two where one of her clanmates was murdered by one.
In return, hyenas had killed wild dogs whenever they could. Their tribe took one in as a slave once, she couldn't remember anything about them or the owner though. Vathmos had... conflicted feelings about her former tribe. She had loved them and appreciated them as family, but they had cast her out when she broke one of their sacred laws. She shook her head, mind not wanting to go any further.
She came to what she was told was Mayari's home, and scratched at the door with her paw. It was close to dusk- Vathmos only hunted at night and slept most of the day. "Mayari. Get up. Let me in." Short and curt. She didn't want to do this any longer than she had to.
[member=7373]MAYARI M.[/member]
In return, hyenas had killed wild dogs whenever they could. Their tribe took one in as a slave once, she couldn't remember anything about them or the owner though. Vathmos had... conflicted feelings about her former tribe. She had loved them and appreciated them as family, but they had cast her out when she broke one of their sacred laws. She shook her head, mind not wanting to go any further.
She came to what she was told was Mayari's home, and scratched at the door with her paw. It was close to dusk- Vathmos only hunted at night and slept most of the day. "Mayari. Get up. Let me in." Short and curt. She didn't want to do this any longer than she had to.
[member=7373]MAYARI M.[/member]
━ [b]MY SKIN IS A STORY┆LONELY. CLINGY. HATEFUL. ━