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VATHMOS
[ABBR=Spotted Hyena, Female]INFORMATION[/abbr] ROLEPLAYER [abbr=Bloodrager 5]MISC.[/abbr]
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Vathmos had let a few days pass before she decided to approach him again. Vathmos knew what she was- her people banished her for it. It had to be her source of strength, however. Vathmos had com to realize, in an enviorment where she was actively interacting with creatures larger than her, she had to be strong than them. Who knew what other creatures were in the other groups? How easily could they kill her? She had to use this strength to content with them, and had to be stronger than them.
She had just lost control this time. Her tribe had Barbarians, who taught her to control her rage and choose to rage. She just lost control this time. She hated this feeling in her gut, this need for kindness and this need apologize.
A part of her felt that Worm didn't deserve her apology and he should just deal with it. He was lower than her! He was weaker than her! She was stronger and any weakness of that was a threat to her. Right? She upturned her lip at the idea. Although, she had to apologize to him. The way Vathmos saw it, this stupid lion was her only real friend here, and... she couldn't stand that, either.
So she had to apologize to Wormwood. She wanted her friend back.
This brought her to his home, right after dusk. Vathmos, regularly, did not wake up until dusk, followed by eating some breakfast, then came to his home. Vathmos pawed at Worm's door to knock on it.
She had just lost control this time. Her tribe had Barbarians, who taught her to control her rage and choose to rage. She just lost control this time. She hated this feeling in her gut, this need for kindness and this need apologize.
A part of her felt that Worm didn't deserve her apology and he should just deal with it. He was lower than her! He was weaker than her! She was stronger and any weakness of that was a threat to her. Right? She upturned her lip at the idea. Although, she had to apologize to him. The way Vathmos saw it, this stupid lion was her only real friend here, and... she couldn't stand that, either.
So she had to apologize to Wormwood. She wanted her friend back.
This brought her to his home, right after dusk. Vathmos, regularly, did not wake up until dusk, followed by eating some breakfast, then came to his home. Vathmos pawed at Worm's door to knock on it.
━ [b]MY SKIN IS A STORY┆LONELY. CLINGY. HATEFUL. ━