07-12-2020, 07:44 PM
— Something horrid crawls along ament's spine. darker than simple savagery could describe. it ached his teeth and bleed venom under his skin. swelling with taught muscles. It was with his maw open, the call's taste still fresh on it did ament feel it crush him with the same feeling of s t a t i c . It made him restless and defensive, the first time ament took off that thing that he allowed onto himself- feeling raw and open, bleeding sluggishly out- vulnerable - alone
To his sisters, there were only three venadi, the truth was something ament didn't know the consequences of, But it;s affects strangled him in the remnants while he waited a response. In where his siblings became something more through their time alone, ament found more; found something to patch the open raw bleeding wound where they left him. where they didn't return. it broke ament in a way that he hadn't had time to process. In a way that ament couldn't process. couldn't fathom where blame placed the abandoment; at his feet, or thiers.
It was him- he was stolen from them. Taken in a way that couldn't be helped. But the raw jagged empty part of him that once buzzed dully in tandem to his wrath-anger-fury-pain that still lingered- was him.
and through the trees, aurum burst through, the strange lion-herd animal was babbling in the nonsense tongue of his that ament felt only exasperation. His own exasperation cut swiftly by the joy-reverence, pride at seeing the other living; thriving beyond him. He let out his own babble, the low sound just on the edgeof the other's hearing range. rumbles that marched along his throat in akindance to the herd's own stolen-language.
gold-sun-safe-content? ament's own lolling purr rose in the question, aurum's apprach reciprocated until the slightly smaller thing tucked himself under the other's wing. sharp savage teeth- meant for tearing and maiming came to preen softly at them. tugging the lions wing open as the pack-beast cleaned the other. Sitting down with a humm. content for the moment and refusing to allow his thoughts to wonder.
he didn't cross the border, didn't go near the edge of it beyond in is path towards aurum.
To his sisters, there were only three venadi, the truth was something ament didn't know the consequences of, But it;s affects strangled him in the remnants while he waited a response. In where his siblings became something more through their time alone, ament found more; found something to patch the open raw bleeding wound where they left him. where they didn't return. it broke ament in a way that he hadn't had time to process. In a way that ament couldn't process. couldn't fathom where blame placed the abandoment; at his feet, or thiers.
It was him- he was stolen from them. Taken in a way that couldn't be helped. But the raw jagged empty part of him that once buzzed dully in tandem to his wrath-anger-fury-pain that still lingered- was him.
and through the trees, aurum burst through, the strange lion-herd animal was babbling in the nonsense tongue of his that ament felt only exasperation. His own exasperation cut swiftly by the joy-reverence, pride at seeing the other living; thriving beyond him. He let out his own babble, the low sound just on the edgeof the other's hearing range. rumbles that marched along his throat in akindance to the herd's own stolen-language.
gold-sun-safe-content? ament's own lolling purr rose in the question, aurum's apprach reciprocated until the slightly smaller thing tucked himself under the other's wing. sharp savage teeth- meant for tearing and maiming came to preen softly at them. tugging the lions wing open as the pack-beast cleaned the other. Sitting down with a humm. content for the moment and refusing to allow his thoughts to wonder.
he didn't cross the border, didn't go near the edge of it beyond in is path towards aurum.
made by wisker
I LET THE ANGER GO—
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE