07-09-2020, 01:16 PM
— Returning home felt hollow without them, ament had felt restless; angry and tired. throughout his time striking it out- looking for them: he had come up nothing, a hurt angry wound that’s infection killed it’s owner slowly, quietly. It infected the beast to the point of wrath wrath wrath . Until he was only a beast of wraith and vengeance. Striking out to find them left him hollow, aching, wounded in a way that never healed since he was first taken by the pit in what felt like eons ago
That wrath, that anger, felt like eons ago.
The stench of salt and vulcanic plume stuck to the place; in a way that ament never noticed before. The sound of crashing waves cut the wingbeats as they descended. The omega’s own quite voice raising with a screech to follow their mother’s voice; a war cry of victory; ascension. In the world of beasts the omega had done it. He had returned with his void mother-starbound-marrowtone-pack.
Along the spine of mother ament was the first to drop down; without a single glance at his sisters the constant sound from the beast radiated contentless; a low purr that only got louder as he surveyed his birthright; with his pack beside him ne knew nothing was impossible again, felt the same hollow wrath in him like a memory as something else took hold; righious, pleasure that only powered the beast’s lungs. Purr sounding out in a low, but clear cutting rumble.
Ament has changed since he were last here. The scars along him were healed; mostly. Signs of his captivity were scant, hidden in the features of the creature’s plumage: for once preened and cleaned to cleanliness. The beast of dirt-dust-filth-wrathwrathwrath was gone, and what replaced it once again was a Venadi.
That wrath, that anger, felt like eons ago.
The stench of salt and vulcanic plume stuck to the place; in a way that ament never noticed before. The sound of crashing waves cut the wingbeats as they descended. The omega’s own quite voice raising with a screech to follow their mother’s voice; a war cry of victory; ascension. In the world of beasts the omega had done it. He had returned with his void mother-starbound-marrowtone-pack.
Along the spine of mother ament was the first to drop down; without a single glance at his sisters the constant sound from the beast radiated contentless; a low purr that only got louder as he surveyed his birthright; with his pack beside him ne knew nothing was impossible again, felt the same hollow wrath in him like a memory as something else took hold; righious, pleasure that only powered the beast’s lungs. Purr sounding out in a low, but clear cutting rumble.
Ament has changed since he were last here. The scars along him were healed; mostly. Signs of his captivity were scant, hidden in the features of the creature’s plumage: for once preened and cleaned to cleanliness. The beast of dirt-dust-filth-wrathwrathwrath was gone, and what replaced it once again was a Venadi.
made by wisker
I LET THE ANGER GO—
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE