10-15-2019, 08:21 PM
[sup]HIDDEN SCOLLING[/sup]
The sound of others descending upon him ; Tense muscles , a snarl ready on his lips . fight or flight - wraith bleeding into the rush of settlements . It was easy to see that the once proud omega was now unkempt : feathers dull and molting in several places : around his neck was a ring of scarring barely hidden by feathers - only just starting to heal . there was no obvious scarring , nothing new .
inside ament felt raw , bleeding , hurt ; he stalled near the cusp of what once was his den ; his nest . Bones amungst the underbush was the only thing that marked it theirs now ; no knew scents - nothing .
no one had been here for a long time .
then, there was another presence ; one full of wraith ; two silent as the grave ; three a shade of the past . he was upset ; a low mournful chiruup into the sky ; a long wail into the open air as these two strangers - these curioisites toed the line with the raptor's patince , with his sanity ; bleeding static and sadness and wraith . ament allowed them movement ; closer towards the last Venadi : in the epicenter of what was the beginnings of what could have been : a great empire for their reign against the rest of them.
they didn't look for him ; they left him .
and he was angry, spitting made and as hushedsound tried to write, as own spoke ament was blinded by it . filled with the unstoppable force of all the hurt . ament wanted to inflict it upon someone else , dilute this venom into someone else's flesh : corrupt them with hate and anger and -
- a memory : rattling of iron links chained together : tethered to a collar .
anger is not the answer
between one breath and the next ament was calm ; placid under the guiless crewmates that called this place home. He was too far to see the sea , but the stench of salt and lush vegetation was a balm to him . ament felt his own form settle, before he acted striding closer towards them, closing the distance - looking at what hushedsound worked into the ground - stepping over it and letting out a light chuff in greeting . He had learned this at least ; to be civil - to be calm when there was nothing but static and [glow=#D43D1A,2,300]wraith[/glow] under his skin he could be calm - the wraith will come later .
inside ament felt raw , bleeding , hurt ; he stalled near the cusp of what once was his den ; his nest . Bones amungst the underbush was the only thing that marked it theirs now ; no knew scents - nothing .
no one had been here for a long time .
then, there was another presence ; one full of wraith ; two silent as the grave ; three a shade of the past . he was upset ; a low mournful chiruup into the sky ; a long wail into the open air as these two strangers - these curioisites toed the line with the raptor's patince , with his sanity ; bleeding static and sadness and wraith . ament allowed them movement ; closer towards the last Venadi : in the epicenter of what was the beginnings of what could have been : a great empire for their reign against the rest of them.
they didn't look for him ; they left him .
and he was angry, spitting made and as hushedsound tried to write, as own spoke ament was blinded by it . filled with the unstoppable force of all the hurt . ament wanted to inflict it upon someone else , dilute this venom into someone else's flesh : corrupt them with hate and anger and -
- a memory : rattling of iron links chained together : tethered to a collar .
anger is not the answer
between one breath and the next ament was calm ; placid under the guiless crewmates that called this place home. He was too far to see the sea , but the stench of salt and lush vegetation was a balm to him . ament felt his own form settle, before he acted striding closer towards them, closing the distance - looking at what hushedsound worked into the ground - stepping over it and letting out a light chuff in greeting . He had learned this at least ; to be civil - to be calm when there was nothing but static and [glow=#D43D1A,2,300]wraith[/glow] under his skin he could be calm - the wraith will come later .
made by wisker
I LET THE ANGER GO—
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE