07-19-2020, 09:28 PM
— dust and shattered rock crunched under the large beast's claws, dew claws slicing through the sands with the hiss of it's sands sliding further, deeper. ament was born here, in this kingdom of jungle and sands, of salt and sea and earth. with each tread the utharaptor felt only the thrum of wrathwrathwrath burning his tongue, his sense with any direction; it left ament to wonder his home, for once alone; a concept familiar yet foreign. To him, there were many things foreign, this stranger, these faces that flickered in and out of his home to which he cared little for: the clan as it were lived beside him, and in tern he lived alongside it, peacefully, until his siblings declared the war that would end one side of the war, a single heir to the territy they both lay claim to. ament waits, and let's that one part of him, that small part of him that isn't wrath- grow into something larger; larger still.
it stops him now, deep ocean blue eyes turned towards the stranger standing at the border. ament was making the rounds, scouting for the clanherd of the typhoon, finding them was easy, but this far out- where strangers flcoked and made such easy picking for the venadi- little dare tred, beyond prey; it was pure luck that ament's curiosity won out his hunger, at least for the moment.
stillness- settled into the air and wrought with tension as ament's eyes would connect with this: prey before him. Not of the herd of the typhoon, and not worth the title threat. Prey. ament felt his muscles tense, ament cared not for hunger, only the entertainment; the question would be weither or not the stranger would provide it better- alive or dying by his teeth?
ament cocked his head, ducking his head low and letting out a sound reminiscent of a growl.
it stops him now, deep ocean blue eyes turned towards the stranger standing at the border. ament was making the rounds, scouting for the clanherd of the typhoon, finding them was easy, but this far out- where strangers flcoked and made such easy picking for the venadi- little dare tred, beyond prey; it was pure luck that ament's curiosity won out his hunger, at least for the moment.
stillness- settled into the air and wrought with tension as ament's eyes would connect with this: prey before him. Not of the herd of the typhoon, and not worth the title threat. Prey. ament felt his muscles tense, ament cared not for hunger, only the entertainment; the question would be weither or not the stranger would provide it better- alive or dying by his teeth?
ament cocked his head, ducking his head low and letting out a sound reminiscent of a growl.
made by wisker
I LET THE ANGER GO—
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE