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VATHMOS
[ABBR=Spotted Hyena, Female]INFORMATION[/abbr] ROLEPLAYER [abbr=Bloodrager 5]MISC.[/abbr]
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There was a different tone to the laughter that came from Vathmos, maybe something akin to a chuckle, but it was certainly a laugh of amusment. It was odd to her, this child that wasn't scared and certainly had a good manner of words about him. Vathmos expected most children to act the same. Clingy, dependent, needing mother for food.
Vathmos thought of her own mother for a moment- seventh in the hierachy. Rravlosh had been a hard-ass, but she acted how any hyena mother was expected to. Fiercely protective of her own, and exercised her ruling over the lower ranks. Vathmos remembered Rravlosh grabbing the skin of her neck and forcing her head down. She would have never dared to snap her jaws at her mother. That's just how things were.
Vathmos' black, beady eyes traveled to Wormwood for a moment. Did Wormwood fear her? That would put her above Wormwood. She lost their spar when she passed out, however- she tilted her head. No. She was above Wormwood. She was stronger than him. It was his fault for being weak.
The hyena's gaze returned to the stranger, introducing himself, and she perked up again. "My name's Vathmos." There was a certain... regality to him that Vathmos didn't entirely like. She didn't know where it came from, or where he came from. She briefly wondered what kind of life this little cat came from, followed by, [abbr=Do I really care?]deow i ruetarliliya caarruet?[/abbr] Eh. Wouldn't hurt.
"Where are you from, Torren?"
Vathmos thought of her own mother for a moment- seventh in the hierachy. Rravlosh had been a hard-ass, but she acted how any hyena mother was expected to. Fiercely protective of her own, and exercised her ruling over the lower ranks. Vathmos remembered Rravlosh grabbing the skin of her neck and forcing her head down. She would have never dared to snap her jaws at her mother. That's just how things were.
Vathmos' black, beady eyes traveled to Wormwood for a moment. Did Wormwood fear her? That would put her above Wormwood. She lost their spar when she passed out, however- she tilted her head. No. She was above Wormwood. She was stronger than him. It was his fault for being weak.
The hyena's gaze returned to the stranger, introducing himself, and she perked up again. "My name's Vathmos." There was a certain... regality to him that Vathmos didn't entirely like. She didn't know where it came from, or where he came from. She briefly wondered what kind of life this little cat came from, followed by, [abbr=Do I really care?]deow i ruetarliliya caarruet?[/abbr] Eh. Wouldn't hurt.
"Where are you from, Torren?"
━ [b]MY SKIN IS A STORY┆LONELY. CLINGY. HATEFUL. ━