07-15-2020, 11:58 PM
— The uthahraptor would breach the surface for air and spot the trio, only meters from the shallows of the salt-tanged omega. Venadi-them-whole; it sent a thrill along ament’s spine and chased the lingering static of the beasts silent mind. He Now buzzed with the opportunity imposed before him. The herd that inhabited this land-their land has finally fell into the omega’s sights. Beyond their first brief encounter when the venadi returned to their fallen kingdom, this would be the first encounter with three of the herd.
The omega had always despised the water as a hatchling; since his first rise in these lands- in their birthright- ament despised it on principal. Never liked getting his feathers wet. But the months without them- without the stench of sea-foam and salt to stain his plumage and his feathers he found a lacking sense of the tang; a need to fill it.
squishy sands always felt like bile churning his stomach. ament despised the water with as much abandon as before. before it all fell and came to pass, it were hard to say they were a different creature; there were so much new. the sands would always remain and the sea would always roar around his kingdom; his birthright- theirshis. the venadi called this place home and so ament will build them a kingdom to rule, and it started with the herd that culled their nature with it's civil-sense.
the bark of laughter from roxanne and the reaxed poise of the two of the herd's put ament at ease. the third, the stranger.... it prickled at ament's pelt like a gnat, and ament was slow, cautious as he apprached. Unlike his sisters his tolerance for the herds of claimed lands such as these would always supersede. Exodus was dangerous, brutal, Virgo prideful and agressive. ament was silent, catious more than he were curious, but it all stained him the same tone.
Out of the three, the omega- ament was the most wrathful. wrath-anger-static rolled on a repeat and the urge to maim and kill was a battle that curiosity and avoidance tempered; but the trio were in his sights now, and unease triggered a response in the beast that only made that wrath-anger-static bleed into awareness.
In tandem with roxanne's speak ament approached in silent crunch of sands under-claw. large, in comparison to his clanmates, but only a half of his full grown looming height. He stood within their proximity, but aware from them entirely, a simple cock of his head if regarded by any of them. simple and animal-savage like.
The omega had always despised the water as a hatchling; since his first rise in these lands- in their birthright- ament despised it on principal. Never liked getting his feathers wet. But the months without them- without the stench of sea-foam and salt to stain his plumage and his feathers he found a lacking sense of the tang; a need to fill it.
squishy sands always felt like bile churning his stomach. ament despised the water with as much abandon as before. before it all fell and came to pass, it were hard to say they were a different creature; there were so much new. the sands would always remain and the sea would always roar around his kingdom; his birthright- theirshis. the venadi called this place home and so ament will build them a kingdom to rule, and it started with the herd that culled their nature with it's civil-sense.
the bark of laughter from roxanne and the reaxed poise of the two of the herd's put ament at ease. the third, the stranger.... it prickled at ament's pelt like a gnat, and ament was slow, cautious as he apprached. Unlike his sisters his tolerance for the herds of claimed lands such as these would always supersede. Exodus was dangerous, brutal, Virgo prideful and agressive. ament was silent, catious more than he were curious, but it all stained him the same tone.
Out of the three, the omega- ament was the most wrathful. wrath-anger-static rolled on a repeat and the urge to maim and kill was a battle that curiosity and avoidance tempered; but the trio were in his sights now, and unease triggered a response in the beast that only made that wrath-anger-static bleed into awareness.
In tandem with roxanne's speak ament approached in silent crunch of sands under-claw. large, in comparison to his clanmates, but only a half of his full grown looming height. He stood within their proximity, but aware from them entirely, a simple cock of his head if regarded by any of them. simple and animal-savage like.
made by wisker
I LET THE ANGER GO—
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE