08-21-2019, 05:46 PM
Vathmos only awoke at two times of the day, and rarely any others. Dusk, and night. She only hunted at these times too, as she was a more nocturnal creature. She considered herself to be more savage then her fellow clanmates. Spotted Hide had been practically feral and ruthless in of itself, and it was a system had just grown up in. Vathmos was accostumed to fighting with clanmates, for dominace and rights to food, and made a large effort to put herself towards the top in her former hyena tribe. They had spoken to eachother in their mother tongue and kept to their xenophobic society, only pushed back by stronger creatures. Even here she had a personal pecking order, delegated by strength and time. Vathmos felt that very few members were actually stronger than her, and had made a point to minimize interactions with them, and stay on nuetral or better terms with them.
She opened up her door, using the rope to pull down the knob. She stepped outside, and froze, ears flipping backward, tail up as her black, beady eyes met the raptor's blue. He was more feral than her, and was one of few that had earned the hyena's respect without doing anything. Maybe she felt a tinge of fear in her, under the predator's gaze, but she would never admit to it. She sniffed, feeling herself tense up. She took a breathe and stepped aside to let him into her home. At least, that's what she assumed the raptor wanted. She didn't know him and couldn't read him well enough to understand him. She couldn't show any weakness to him, either, there was a twitching fear that he would attack her in the face of vulnerability. She wasn't even going to attempt to speak to him- she didn't know if he could understand her.
Vathmos home was not fancy in the slightest. There were trails of blood soaked into the wood from where she dragged deer and boar inside and ate their corpses in the following days until there was nothing left. The newest carcass, towards the center of the room, was a half-eaten cow. She had dragged it here all the way from the farm. It had probably died from a sickness of some kind, but Vathmos' organs were too resilient to notice.
There was a pile of bones in the left corner, mostly licked clean, but flies buzzed around it and picked at whatever Vathmos failed to eat off them. They needed to sit out in the sun at some point to bleach, but she had decided to do so later. On the opposite side, was collected pelts, haphazardly ripped from their owners to make a bed.
She opened up her door, using the rope to pull down the knob. She stepped outside, and froze, ears flipping backward, tail up as her black, beady eyes met the raptor's blue. He was more feral than her, and was one of few that had earned the hyena's respect without doing anything. Maybe she felt a tinge of fear in her, under the predator's gaze, but she would never admit to it. She sniffed, feeling herself tense up. She took a breathe and stepped aside to let him into her home. At least, that's what she assumed the raptor wanted. She didn't know him and couldn't read him well enough to understand him. She couldn't show any weakness to him, either, there was a twitching fear that he would attack her in the face of vulnerability. She wasn't even going to attempt to speak to him- she didn't know if he could understand her.
Vathmos home was not fancy in the slightest. There were trails of blood soaked into the wood from where she dragged deer and boar inside and ate their corpses in the following days until there was nothing left. The newest carcass, towards the center of the room, was a half-eaten cow. She had dragged it here all the way from the farm. It had probably died from a sickness of some kind, but Vathmos' organs were too resilient to notice.
There was a pile of bones in the left corner, mostly licked clean, but flies buzzed around it and picked at whatever Vathmos failed to eat off them. They needed to sit out in the sun at some point to bleach, but she had decided to do so later. On the opposite side, was collected pelts, haphazardly ripped from their owners to make a bed.
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