07-22-2020, 08:51 PM
— Something soft was only to be shredded; was easy to rend and cut through the venadi’s claws, maws: teeth gripping and hands clutching, pullingtuggingtearing until it screamed and bled. Until the venadi was satisfied and the creature under it’s grasp were still: when ament’s mind was silent and the rage was so much easier to to consume him: bleed into his eyes-muscles-sense-vision until the brown of his fur was awash in blood, beautiful crimson gore. The ancient beast demanded blood; demanded sacrifice, and the creatures of this land refused him: the creatures of another taught him though- taught him how to state his need with his own capable claws, teeth. Even mindless- or maybe because of this senselessness: ament was the perfect predator. An apex killer.
But it was also this mindlessness that caused such rage, the yearn for understanding led to such a short temper. Thoughts were like liquid sand slipping in his less-dexterous claws. Claws only meant to tear could not grip anything but squirming prey. Mind honed for hunting:killing could only, should only be used for hunting. Ament’s savagery were shallow, and under such an unkeen mind was a child; crying aloud- whywhywhyWHY.
The killer rose his black-slickened face high at the sound of the bell. His prey forgotten for a moment as he paused, cocking his head. He wasn’t too far off from where it sounded, and while loud- annoying, such a call from a creature would prove to be fascinating, and such a sound- new to the savage. Only made that curiosity all the more a novel concept. He grabbed his prey. A badger squirming in the dirt; thinking itself smart for hiding in the ground moment’s before It realized ament could dig. it’s tough exterior and thick layer of fat made it a gamey meal, and ament- the beast killed it simply for killing it.
There was little for such a creature: hunter to do, beyond hunting and killing now a days.
It had been a year since ament had hatched, his limbs have grown strong and his form taller. Plumage brilliant and streaked with red. The whites along his muzzle now dripping in red as he gripped his prey along his jaws: spotting the cat along the gate, the bell. Something in him clicked.
Where his sister’s saw nothing interesting in the clan, the typhoon, ament saw another project: a want to understand. And it was here ament dropped the badger. It lay bleeding at his feet and he let out a low chirp towards the stranger, offering them, extending the invitation of the kill.
But it was also this mindlessness that caused such rage, the yearn for understanding led to such a short temper. Thoughts were like liquid sand slipping in his less-dexterous claws. Claws only meant to tear could not grip anything but squirming prey. Mind honed for hunting:killing could only, should only be used for hunting. Ament’s savagery were shallow, and under such an unkeen mind was a child; crying aloud- whywhywhyWHY.
The killer rose his black-slickened face high at the sound of the bell. His prey forgotten for a moment as he paused, cocking his head. He wasn’t too far off from where it sounded, and while loud- annoying, such a call from a creature would prove to be fascinating, and such a sound- new to the savage. Only made that curiosity all the more a novel concept. He grabbed his prey. A badger squirming in the dirt; thinking itself smart for hiding in the ground moment’s before It realized ament could dig. it’s tough exterior and thick layer of fat made it a gamey meal, and ament- the beast killed it simply for killing it.
There was little for such a creature: hunter to do, beyond hunting and killing now a days.
It had been a year since ament had hatched, his limbs have grown strong and his form taller. Plumage brilliant and streaked with red. The whites along his muzzle now dripping in red as he gripped his prey along his jaws: spotting the cat along the gate, the bell. Something in him clicked.
Where his sister’s saw nothing interesting in the clan, the typhoon, ament saw another project: a want to understand. And it was here ament dropped the badger. It lay bleeding at his feet and he let out a low chirp towards the stranger, offering them, extending the invitation of the kill.
made by wisker
I LET THE ANGER GO—
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE