04-08-2019, 09:06 PM
— black glinted face, freckles dance within the shadowed depths of the underbrush. A predictor who knows no lies but those told- accepted as truth. No lies detected but the ones woven from himself. The hush of the jungle was in itself a warning to a lethal whipcord of another animal. Muscles in tandem brushing, hushing, fussing quietly. The mind skitters and instincts make them scatter. His mind is filled with static, it seeps in the edges of his brain and muddles thought.
"Danger" the silence screams to him, but he breaks the silence with the crack of a chain rattled around his neck. Silent claws: but never silent the static that ament dragged with him from the pitt. Never silenced the static in the back of his mind, the danger he has always excluded but never knew how to express- now given name- given sound. It rattles in the back of his mind, it pulls at his throat and chafes him raw. But it is an armor as much as a nuisance, and right now- the feathered omega needs a security that he finds lacking - without pack. Without his sisters and his mother alike.
Mori is here, and the same void that drapes across his mother clouds Mori in a comfort that ament craves. But mori is patient, and ament too hesitant, they stand still for now, waiting for action from the other, Mori unwavering patine, and ament a conflict of static-rage-wraith-think-calm-panic. Ament wants that shadow to cling to him to, not danger, not death, but a soul dipped in void. A darkness that rings in the air and settles a chill in his bones. It is better than the warmth, than the too hot heat that he experienced within the pitt.
The raptor stills at the stranger that stands before his path, the predictor not inclined to disbelieve he has already been spotted despite his hidden nature. Ice blue eyes frozen at the odd creature fixated into place. Predator-like he cocks his head. Now... food or friend?
"Danger" the silence screams to him, but he breaks the silence with the crack of a chain rattled around his neck. Silent claws: but never silent the static that ament dragged with him from the pitt. Never silenced the static in the back of his mind, the danger he has always excluded but never knew how to express- now given name- given sound. It rattles in the back of his mind, it pulls at his throat and chafes him raw. But it is an armor as much as a nuisance, and right now- the feathered omega needs a security that he finds lacking - without pack. Without his sisters and his mother alike.
Mori is here, and the same void that drapes across his mother clouds Mori in a comfort that ament craves. But mori is patient, and ament too hesitant, they stand still for now, waiting for action from the other, Mori unwavering patine, and ament a conflict of static-rage-wraith-think-calm-panic. Ament wants that shadow to cling to him to, not danger, not death, but a soul dipped in void. A darkness that rings in the air and settles a chill in his bones. It is better than the warmth, than the too hot heat that he experienced within the pitt.
The raptor stills at the stranger that stands before his path, the predictor not inclined to disbelieve he has already been spotted despite his hidden nature. Ice blue eyes frozen at the odd creature fixated into place. Predator-like he cocks his head. Now... food or friend?
made by wisker
I LET THE ANGER GO—
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE