07-22-2020, 09:10 PM
— ancient thing calling him home; demanding the needneed of bonds, of pack, to surround himself in lethal likening: ament was born for the great kingdom that was the earth; was born to rule it alongside his sisters. It was the law, the ancient rule of beasts that the strongest; the most lethal would control it. And the venadi were mighty. Their kind once plagued the lands, bleeding it of life for pleasure and ament basked in it now, let his instincts sing in ecstasy as ament’s feathers stained red with the glory of a kill, with the body hung along his home; both a warning and a message: hishisHIS. this land was his, this clan was his, his clan, his land, his sisters. Even as an omega, as the lowest of his pack, such honor was all of their rights, to claim this land, to claim this land: together. Ament was no longer the single raptor but of three: of the venadi again.
But this land, this land was his.
Such a small thing smelled of a time lost. Of sea salt and bones and ament felt something snap to attention as the creature scream to nothing, in a nonsense language about saving. Saving from what? Would be his question. from this world? Would you kill them, little ancient? would be his bemused reply. kill all who follow you, is that such a salvation? Death? A mercy?
Ah, such were if he could understand and get understanding in return.
But it were for naught, high shrills of such an ancient thing meant little, like the squeal of a pig as it were caught. It was noisy, loud, and annoying little thing. Such should be squashed, crunched under the raptor’s might with a step too close, with a claw simply slicing too close towards it vital beady eyes-
But oh, even ament couldn’t end something so vital, so… tasting of home. the ancient instinctual part of ament, the only truereal part of him, purred in content. So ament did none of these things, no matter how shrilly the creature screamed.
It was decided then, ament would take it; claim it as his, his own.
With an as simple as you please. The creature walked out of the undergrowth towards the beach, towards it’s lord without hesitance. stalking towards it as a predator would it’s prey. But there were no rush, no hurry on the omega’s form; simply a want, a shallow kind of curiosity and a simple way of taking it.
He flanked it, in quick strides. Moving away from it’s mouth and grasping limbs before he cocked his head, lowered himself down and aimed to grasp it with his teeth. just the outer shell; ament would allow it it's useless screaming, at least for the moment.
But this land, this land was his.
Such a small thing smelled of a time lost. Of sea salt and bones and ament felt something snap to attention as the creature scream to nothing, in a nonsense language about saving. Saving from what? Would be his question. from this world? Would you kill them, little ancient? would be his bemused reply. kill all who follow you, is that such a salvation? Death? A mercy?
Ah, such were if he could understand and get understanding in return.
But it were for naught, high shrills of such an ancient thing meant little, like the squeal of a pig as it were caught. It was noisy, loud, and annoying little thing. Such should be squashed, crunched under the raptor’s might with a step too close, with a claw simply slicing too close towards it vital beady eyes-
But oh, even ament couldn’t end something so vital, so… tasting of home. the ancient instinctual part of ament, the only truereal part of him, purred in content. So ament did none of these things, no matter how shrilly the creature screamed.
It was decided then, ament would take it; claim it as his, his own.
With an as simple as you please. The creature walked out of the undergrowth towards the beach, towards it’s lord without hesitance. stalking towards it as a predator would it’s prey. But there were no rush, no hurry on the omega’s form; simply a want, a shallow kind of curiosity and a simple way of taking it.
He flanked it, in quick strides. Moving away from it’s mouth and grasping limbs before he cocked his head, lowered himself down and aimed to grasp it with his teeth. just the outer shell; ament would allow it it's useless screaming, at least for the moment.
made by wisker
I LET THE ANGER GO—
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE