08-22-2019, 05:15 PM
— Ament had only known the way of savagery ; no matter mother's constant care , too dotting to instill a respect for those with sense . In turn his sisters grew to despise them , the sensible creatures who bound together in clans and made no sense : amen , he were only curious , it is one of the few things that keep him from lashing out truly - truly harming another within these borders without reason . He never hated these curiosities , these clan-members that he lived alongside ; as he grew , his temper waned quicker , he was more weary around them ( just because they were not like him does not mean they could not hurt him ; Lygari had proved that )
But there was one ; one who toed the line of savage and sense , and ament felt curious ; and that , was a dangerous thing indeed .
Wraith and rot
Vathmos Torvus
beady eyes catch blue from the edges of a den ; but they do not take their eyes off ; good . It is a start , a flicker of something ; appreciation in the venadi's eyes as he steps closer , not entering the den , but watching the other ; waiting them out . a predator is patient for his prey ; and he can be nothing but patient with his own slow static infused head .
( this is not a game , a voice filled with static : presence the promise of pain )
he does not turn his gaze away , but he does shift - in the silence ament turns around , taking a few steps back himself ; an invitation to follow - and by ament's own stare ; a challenge to comply or be the first to admit to the fear thrumming through both of them : fear of rejection ? of violence ; creatures aking to wraith snap in instants , only the smallest thing will set them off ; both are akin . Both touched by wraith , anger , static . to admit weakness is to admit weakness ; ament will not allow it ; not in himself and not in another Torvus .
But there was one ; one who toed the line of savage and sense , and ament felt curious ; and that , was a dangerous thing indeed .
Wraith and rot
Vathmos Torvus
beady eyes catch blue from the edges of a den ; but they do not take their eyes off ; good . It is a start , a flicker of something ; appreciation in the venadi's eyes as he steps closer , not entering the den , but watching the other ; waiting them out . a predator is patient for his prey ; and he can be nothing but patient with his own slow static infused head .
( this is not a game , a voice filled with static : presence the promise of pain )
he does not turn his gaze away , but he does shift - in the silence ament turns around , taking a few steps back himself ; an invitation to follow - and by ament's own stare ; a challenge to comply or be the first to admit to the fear thrumming through both of them : fear of rejection ? of violence ; creatures aking to wraith snap in instants , only the smallest thing will set them off ; both are akin . Both touched by wraith , anger , static . to admit weakness is to admit weakness ; ament will not allow it ; not in himself and not in another Torvus .
made by wisker
I LET THE ANGER GO—
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE