12-31-2019, 11:44 PM
Vathmos wasn't sure about her fellow hyenas. To an extent, some sniveling part of her felt like Aurum had replaced her.
She didn't want to think of him that way, so she had staved it off. Aurum didn't hate her leaving. The lion didn't have a bad bone in him. The companionship of other Hyenas was one of the reason she had left. She received no results from her venture, but she wanted to associate with others like her. Other hyenas could understand where Vathmos was coming from and how she felt. They could understand her problems. A hyena could understand her insatiable hunger and fascination for bones. They could understand how she felt about relationships- friend or lover, everyone was just food in the end. If not your food, food for the ground. It should be your food.
That being said, food was plentiful enough in Tanglewood that they did not need to eat their friends. It was strange to Vathmos, but she already had sized up everyone who was edible to her the moment she returned.
This other hyena was certainly edible, but also strange to her. This hyena smelled of smoke and ash, and the bonfire covered any other possible scents in the area. They didn't look like her- they had a longer mohawk and stripes instead of spots. Snarl? That couldn't be their real name. If it was, it was basic. Vathmos' tribemates had different names, like Ozz and Baaznarr. Snarl just sounded strange to her.
She wondered if she would be able to get along with this hyena. Part of her certainly hoped so. The other part... wanted to fight her. Vathmos was the strongest hyena and she needed to prove that. Perhaps later.
She finally came out of her hiding from the underbrush, dirty fur warmed by the fire and Vathmos' face lit up by orange. She was drooling, mouth hung open and panting to combat the heat. Her eyes wandered over everyone there, seeing a few faces she didn't recognize, and a few she did. Her customary hyena laugh leaked out of her mouth, a chortle with high pitches. She wandered from her spot, coming to rest by Aurum and sitting down, continuing to pant as her mind devised an introduction.
She didn't want to think of him that way, so she had staved it off. Aurum didn't hate her leaving. The lion didn't have a bad bone in him. The companionship of other Hyenas was one of the reason she had left. She received no results from her venture, but she wanted to associate with others like her. Other hyenas could understand where Vathmos was coming from and how she felt. They could understand her problems. A hyena could understand her insatiable hunger and fascination for bones. They could understand how she felt about relationships- friend or lover, everyone was just food in the end. If not your food, food for the ground. It should be your food.
That being said, food was plentiful enough in Tanglewood that they did not need to eat their friends. It was strange to Vathmos, but she already had sized up everyone who was edible to her the moment she returned.
This other hyena was certainly edible, but also strange to her. This hyena smelled of smoke and ash, and the bonfire covered any other possible scents in the area. They didn't look like her- they had a longer mohawk and stripes instead of spots. Snarl? That couldn't be their real name. If it was, it was basic. Vathmos' tribemates had different names, like Ozz and Baaznarr. Snarl just sounded strange to her.
She wondered if she would be able to get along with this hyena. Part of her certainly hoped so. The other part... wanted to fight her. Vathmos was the strongest hyena and she needed to prove that. Perhaps later.
She finally came out of her hiding from the underbrush, dirty fur warmed by the fire and Vathmos' face lit up by orange. She was drooling, mouth hung open and panting to combat the heat. Her eyes wandered over everyone there, seeing a few faces she didn't recognize, and a few she did. Her customary hyena laugh leaked out of her mouth, a chortle with high pitches. She wandered from her spot, coming to rest by Aurum and sitting down, continuing to pant as her mind devised an introduction.
━ [b]MY SKIN IS A STORY┆LONELY. CLINGY. HATEFUL. ━