12-30-2019, 08:51 PM
Family didn't hold any meaning for Vathmos. Instinctively, Vathmos wanted a tribe. She wanted friends and family, but she struggled to make meaningful connections with others. She couldn't help it. Maybe she had thought she would find better companionship in her own kind. That venture just left her with more scars.
She picked up her head and her ears perked up as the lion approached. Her head tilted to the side, squinting as she assumed it was Wormwood. A lion with wings? Close enough. Wormwood had always been the biggest fucking softie and Vathmos hated him for it. It was weakness and weakness was exploitable. As much as she enjoyed his company, he was just a future meal. Just like everyone else. Vathmos wondered if trying to rebuild a relationship with him would just hurt her in the end.
"Something uh," her brow furrowed as she tried to place her words, "happen to your eye there?" Eyes were good. Squishy and juicy.
Vathmos considered herself to be more feral that most others. In her tribe, her level of viciousness was standard, there had been worse cases though. Some of the most barbaric males barely spoke and only snarled. Perhaps that was one of the few benefits of attempting to return to a tribe, speaking in her own tongue again. However, the scars on her body marked her as an exile from her own kind. While survival brought hyenas together and kept them together, exile was nearly a death sentance. There was only so much a hyena could do by itself, and most opted to commit suicide instead of live alone. In Vathmos' case, she was forced
It crossed her mind. Tanglewood wasn't like other places, with a species diversity. What kept them together? Did they actually like eachother?
For her tribe, sure, you could have friends and families, but in the end, everyone was just food. She stood up as the spider, legs only shaking in the slightest due to her weakness. She had never ate a spider before. She couldn't imagine he would taste good. A hairy and crunchy outside with a juicy inside. "Hi?" She tried to understand what she was looking at. He wasn't food, certainly, but why did he look like that? "I'm Vathmos. You are?"
She picked up her head and her ears perked up as the lion approached. Her head tilted to the side, squinting as she assumed it was Wormwood. A lion with wings? Close enough. Wormwood had always been the biggest fucking softie and Vathmos hated him for it. It was weakness and weakness was exploitable. As much as she enjoyed his company, he was just a future meal. Just like everyone else. Vathmos wondered if trying to rebuild a relationship with him would just hurt her in the end.
"Something uh," her brow furrowed as she tried to place her words, "happen to your eye there?" Eyes were good. Squishy and juicy.
Vathmos considered herself to be more feral that most others. In her tribe, her level of viciousness was standard, there had been worse cases though. Some of the most barbaric males barely spoke and only snarled. Perhaps that was one of the few benefits of attempting to return to a tribe, speaking in her own tongue again. However, the scars on her body marked her as an exile from her own kind. While survival brought hyenas together and kept them together, exile was nearly a death sentance. There was only so much a hyena could do by itself, and most opted to commit suicide instead of live alone. In Vathmos' case, she was forced
It crossed her mind. Tanglewood wasn't like other places, with a species diversity. What kept them together? Did they actually like eachother?
For her tribe, sure, you could have friends and families, but in the end, everyone was just food. She stood up as the spider, legs only shaking in the slightest due to her weakness. She had never ate a spider before. She couldn't imagine he would taste good. A hairy and crunchy outside with a juicy inside. "Hi?" She tried to understand what she was looking at. He wasn't food, certainly, but why did he look like that? "I'm Vathmos. You are?"
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