08-13-2020, 01:55 PM
— it had been a while, since the sting of the salt-water burned his flesh raw. since bleeding wounds cut away infectious static that left ament more beast than venadi. even now with his family there, on the edges of the borders, it was hard to shake; wrath so genuine shook down to ins marrow and rotted at the infections inside and out but roan- roan had cut out all that he could, he healed ament.
healed the beast, a thankless job, but ament was more complex than that; a curse and blessing at once. frigid eyes had watched the medik from their bed of shredded soft things. as bandages were healed and ament once again grew whole. Ament had grown stronger in his time there in the silence; in his time away from most- beyond the visits ament had grown wise too.
it felt like eons lying within the sickbed, mother's crooning voice edged with a desperate croon, a command [glow=#480000,2,300]s t a y[/glow]. ament watched the world work, watched roan in equal measure as he made his ways to and fro, frantically searching for herbs and scattering the entire temple in search; and the next moment picking up the peices of his ruin. building himself back up in the quiet when he thought everyone had fallen to slumber; ament watched. he made peace in the quiet and he found it's use.
his bones felt weak still, as he had moved early that morning, his wounds were healed beyond the slight buzz of attention under the bandages; but ament was a simple creature, complex but simple. a favor had been extracted from him, a boon like the plucking of teeth; wrenched away from him and ament saw fit to settle it. it was in the quiet of the morning that the raptor left it's temporary nest. bandages trailed beyond him as the sun began to rise, and it was only in the ringing of the silence again that the raptor returned; triumphant. content.
hmm, maybe there was a hint of carnival pleasure at the thought of such a boon.
the magiks of the land were ancient as the sands crushed under them. the island of ancient manga spewed in violent torrents against hissing tempest. ament felt sick at the sight of it- the feel of it ringing in the air; a command not unlike the one that initially broke him- shot through the air and ament stilled, the sound of dragging body stopping as ament watched the other: weary.
his gift lay forgotten as the threat was assessed.
for a moment, he allowed the silence, and with a dismissive click ament had began again: a wound up toy the carcass of a large wildcat hung heavy in his jaws. he moved closer, stopping short only to drop it at roan's feet; and if the potion broke- [glow=#cc3232,2,300]shattered[/glow]? well, he were only a beast: wasn't he?
healed the beast, a thankless job, but ament was more complex than that; a curse and blessing at once. frigid eyes had watched the medik from their bed of shredded soft things. as bandages were healed and ament once again grew whole. Ament had grown stronger in his time there in the silence; in his time away from most- beyond the visits ament had grown wise too.
it felt like eons lying within the sickbed, mother's crooning voice edged with a desperate croon, a command [glow=#480000,2,300]s t a y[/glow]. ament watched the world work, watched roan in equal measure as he made his ways to and fro, frantically searching for herbs and scattering the entire temple in search; and the next moment picking up the peices of his ruin. building himself back up in the quiet when he thought everyone had fallen to slumber; ament watched. he made peace in the quiet and he found it's use.
his bones felt weak still, as he had moved early that morning, his wounds were healed beyond the slight buzz of attention under the bandages; but ament was a simple creature, complex but simple. a favor had been extracted from him, a boon like the plucking of teeth; wrenched away from him and ament saw fit to settle it. it was in the quiet of the morning that the raptor left it's temporary nest. bandages trailed beyond him as the sun began to rise, and it was only in the ringing of the silence again that the raptor returned; triumphant. content.
hmm, maybe there was a hint of carnival pleasure at the thought of such a boon.
the magiks of the land were ancient as the sands crushed under them. the island of ancient manga spewed in violent torrents against hissing tempest. ament felt sick at the sight of it- the feel of it ringing in the air; a command not unlike the one that initially broke him- shot through the air and ament stilled, the sound of dragging body stopping as ament watched the other: weary.
his gift lay forgotten as the threat was assessed.
for a moment, he allowed the silence, and with a dismissive click ament had began again: a wound up toy the carcass of a large wildcat hung heavy in his jaws. he moved closer, stopping short only to drop it at roan's feet; and if the potion broke- [glow=#cc3232,2,300]shattered[/glow]? well, he were only a beast: wasn't he?
made by wisker
I LET THE ANGER GO—
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE