BROKEN BOY;; Open, bored

it's easy to loose track of time like this, hunting; but this is less of hunting and more of a way to alleviate boredom. Ament isn't a sane raptor- in fact he is rather feral makes him dangerous to the intelligent eye. yet this act alone is only a hint of the carnage an older raptor in his place will do to get rid of the itching feeling under his plumage. dull feathers itching - itchingitching i t c h i n g making him restless, merciless, pacing and in this case: hunting.

for now it is a game, an easy one to wait out the little creatures who taste yummy. Ament knows of hunger, but he has mother to provide for them. Mother to protect them and soon- mother to teach them things. How to hunt isn't something that is needed to be taught though- it is known. Deep down- deep down. Instinct tells ament how, but it is not instinct that brings him here, merely another way to try and achieve the same goal. wit. It is not the same as the friendlies, but maybe- maybe it will be enough.

hunting is all about focus, and the bright annoying one who babbles in a common tongue ament does not know at him first is a distraction. Whatever prey he could have had is lost now and it makes him grow- makes him frustrated. He hasn't the time to react though before one of his sister's arrives, both bigger than him- exodus nips at him and caesar goes to swipe at them. it makes ament more than frustrated, and spotting his sister curl around in an offended crouch- waiting to strike makes him eager too. The littlest one- the quietest one ticks his little claws towards caesar. Not an act towards his sister but the one who has aggrieved his sister so.

Then- a play is started, another friendly comes over and offers to play- to distract his sibling. the elder clutchmate follows into the challenge. and the littlest one takes it's chance. Abandoning his find of a rat nest to ambush his sister. Sharp razor teeth aim to snap at ECODUS' tail, aiming to catch the older one in their own distraction. He was not against playing with other's, but he would never miss an opertunity to bully his siblings (although, he is bullied a fair amount as well, he passes his own share in more clever ways.... usually)

Mother- ever watchful of the pack- his siblings and himself was not far off. It was a creature comfort to be near, and a visible one when he spotted the giant god. Ament let's out a familiar little chirp into the play, not entirely an invitation but an acknowledgement towards him(mother had never really been genderized before to them. Mother is mother) afteall; mother hardly plays fair. But maybe they could team up against the girls?

Unbeknownst to ament, a rat skitters by, mostly by luciferus' doing, but none the less still ignored. Afterall, there is no need for blood now. The little raptor is no longer bored, and the little vermin will remain speared... for now.

ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛᴏᴏᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʟᴀᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʏ ᴍᴀᴡ // ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ- ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛ ɪᴛ.