Vathmos didn’t approach. No, when she had seen the dragon initially, she had hid with her belly glued to the mud, head down. She was cautious, and she knew they would probably let this fucker in here- she quietly took in a breath, then out. She would have to see the dragon’s strength for herself, of course, but she hated the idea of being put down a peg in her pecking order. It didn’t really mean anything to anyone else here, but it was something Vathmos had held onto from tribal life. She liked to know where she stood among her peers in strength. Most of the creatures that had joined since she arrived were happily weaker than her.
She didn’t move as everyone else arrived to greet him. She wondered if her teeth could even make it through his skin. Her lip upturned at the idea of her holding onto to the dragon with her teeth, and it would retaliate by biting her in half. She had seen that other dragon at the pittian raid, and had thankfully avoided him, but just how common were dragons here?
Her eyes narrowed as she watched Wormwood interact with this dragon, giving it a name and calling it his boyfriend. Her face scrunched up- for a few reasons. She recalled the very few same sex relationships from her tribe- typically, they were given a side eye. It was uncommon, as the hyenas anatomy made it difficult to interact with eachother, and the males were expected to provide cubs to the tribe. They typically made up for it in fighting or hunting, and normally suffered a lower ranking.
Something else stirred in Vathmos as she watched Wormwood love on his partner, touching him and kissing him. It was some sense of loneliness and emptiness- as if she wanted something similar. She growled, and stood, turning away to disappear into the Tanglewood swamps and go home, ruffling the bushes.
// out
She didn’t move as everyone else arrived to greet him. She wondered if her teeth could even make it through his skin. Her lip upturned at the idea of her holding onto to the dragon with her teeth, and it would retaliate by biting her in half. She had seen that other dragon at the pittian raid, and had thankfully avoided him, but just how common were dragons here?
Her eyes narrowed as she watched Wormwood interact with this dragon, giving it a name and calling it his boyfriend. Her face scrunched up- for a few reasons. She recalled the very few same sex relationships from her tribe- typically, they were given a side eye. It was uncommon, as the hyenas anatomy made it difficult to interact with eachother, and the males were expected to provide cubs to the tribe. They typically made up for it in fighting or hunting, and normally suffered a lower ranking.
Something else stirred in Vathmos as she watched Wormwood love on his partner, touching him and kissing him. It was some sense of loneliness and emptiness- as if she wanted something similar. She growled, and stood, turning away to disappear into the Tanglewood swamps and go home, ruffling the bushes.
// out
━ [b]MY SKIN IS A STORY┆LONELY. CLINGY. HATEFUL. ━