DON'T FUCK WITH MY MONEY ☆ crying

[AMUNET]

— there is something wretched in ament ; and it started when ament was born . he is not solely one like this : memories of his sisters - of his home and his family - show the same lurking under his sister's eyes , outlined in mother by his jagged red scar . Sin , carnal sin is something no one can escape ; it is not instinct but it works in tandem with his own ; it makes him ruthless , restless , unstable in a way that even his sister's are still . It makes him less than savage - it makes him a beast . It is his sin , and he will carry it ; carry it to his grave , wherever he goes , it follows him it dogs him - it eats at him until he is spitting and bloody

( sometimes , wraith is not a motion or lethal action ; sometimes it is the s t i l l n e s s , the inability to move . ament will shift deeper into his den of moss and feathers , pillow stuffings and half rotted corpses ; he will be still , he will be silent ; and he will tremble with it - wraith : is self destructive as much as it is destructive )

as sick as it sounds , it is a connection . It is something ament indulges without them , because it reminds him of them ; his sisters pack , they are savages - but they are more than that - venadi .

( because all he has now , is wraith : this sin without context , without softness - can he even claim the name anymore - the association by name ) A shiver of trepidation , curiosity smothered away by anger ; by wraith.

Ament has no sense between himself ; none like these creatures do . But he feels ; their tensions bleed into him by presence alone ; and aurum's sadness tastes like the bitter bug of his childhood . It is something ament is similar with , when he lets himself feel it ( lets himself linger in anything other than wraith ) wraith is quick to take to it , it is easier to feel ; [i]something he k n o w s compared to something he cannot understand - cannot c o n t r o l .

Ament cannot answer why he was closer towards the camp than usual ; aurum's scent had always lingered closer unless he was hunting maybe the promise of a hunt ; a share of game licks at his attention , but ament is close enough to hear the sobs - the strange chocked cries from his aurum and it has him getting closer.

there is no urgency ; until the taste of salt hits his tongue .

( it is not blood ; ament feels no relief ; [sub]just confusion[/sub] )

concern

fear

h e l p l e s s n e s s

( ' [sub]what is wrong ,[/sub] [sup]little one ?[/sup]' the darkness had crooned )

( void rapid cold night ; a memory of stillness )

ament lets out a wimper in confusion ; clawed feet stop , yards away . watching aurum -

UNABLE TO HELP

UNABLE TO UNDERSTAND

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