10-08-2019, 09:26 PM
HIDDEN SCOLLING
Ament remembers distantly , the taste of salt in the air . It was a good smell , crisp- clean compared to the bog . It cut across the raptors senses , just a whiff - but it was enough . In the tanglewood , no matter the friendly faces he sometimes saw - it was not his home . it was not his place , the jungle called to him , the sea in his eyes begged to meet that of which they are akin to . ament craved home ; knew he would never settle without at least seeing the sea-foam , just one more time .
he missed his sisters , his mother . he missed the fimiluarity the ease - the freedom that he so often felt at home to . the den ament had made within the tanglewood was only a mockery of what once stood within the typhoon . of what rested within it , without a pack ament was listless, restless . a clan could not make that ache fade , but maybe home could . maybe the typhoon could .
Ament did not have to think twice about leaving the tanglewood , even with arurum, with the bloody - he left ; without goodbye , without warning . the raptor did not have words of farewell . his possessions - his clan falling away for something better ; something fimiluar . The tanglewood was his - but the typhoon was theirs . Venadi , it was his blood, his bones ; his drive . he needed to return , there was no where else for him - for it - beside with the rest of his pack , the rest of home .
Ament crossed terrain, plans forests, rivers and valleys before he stumbled upon the tracks . with the scent of salt in the air, the roar of the sea, ament let out a low budding chirp - that grew in tone, in volume with each step . Ament felt joy , indescribable - home ; family - belonging . ament was home , the raptor felt the trill of a thousand hunts well into his spine, shiver down his feathers. Thrill , joy .
He called for family, he called for pack. he did not wait by the borders, instead trespassing deeper into the coasts without care - without remorse . Chittering clicked from his jaws as he found his way through the territory, for a while he managed to escape the other's that called this territory theirs - curiosities his. the raptor didn't halt in his direction, deeper into the territory - the jungle .
he missed his sisters , his mother . he missed the fimiluarity the ease - the freedom that he so often felt at home to . the den ament had made within the tanglewood was only a mockery of what once stood within the typhoon . of what rested within it , without a pack ament was listless, restless . a clan could not make that ache fade , but maybe home could . maybe the typhoon could .
Ament did not have to think twice about leaving the tanglewood , even with arurum, with the bloody - he left ; without goodbye , without warning . the raptor did not have words of farewell . his possessions - his clan falling away for something better ; something fimiluar . The tanglewood was his - but the typhoon was theirs . Venadi , it was his blood, his bones ; his drive . he needed to return , there was no where else for him - for it - beside with the rest of his pack , the rest of home .
Ament crossed terrain, plans forests, rivers and valleys before he stumbled upon the tracks . with the scent of salt in the air, the roar of the sea, ament let out a low budding chirp - that grew in tone, in volume with each step . Ament felt joy , indescribable - home ; family - belonging . ament was home , the raptor felt the trill of a thousand hunts well into his spine, shiver down his feathers. Thrill , joy .
He called for family, he called for pack. he did not wait by the borders, instead trespassing deeper into the coasts without care - without remorse . Chittering clicked from his jaws as he found his way through the territory, for a while he managed to escape the other's that called this territory theirs - curiosities his. the raptor didn't halt in his direction, deeper into the territory - the jungle .
made by wisker
I LET THE ANGER GO—
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE