08-21-2019, 12:35 PM
— Ament has always tested the bounds of his own mortality by taunting dangerous things ; it is an expected behavior when finally under the shadow of a protective restrictive mother like his was . As a child cocky and sure has settled into a confidence of knowing that ament could . Could live without pack and without mother - with only his teeth and his claws he was still feared and respected ; in this clan without either presence ament has made a name for himself .
It was liberating in a way , but this exsistance was lonely , no one to seek out no one to seek him out . to be known only to this clan as a savage , it is obvious that he was not understood , there was no one to hunt with him, to preen with there was no pack here - only this clan . it made him angry , it made him desperate to get home but fear kept him from looking , fear that - well ;
the heavy footfalls of another so close to ament was enough to snap his attention of the situation , deep blue eyes narrowing between a suit colored features of the predator. even at the familiar taste to the scent did little to settle to his nerves ; the fact that he was caught unaware was a lethal mistake .
The sight of the lion keeps ament from springing into action ; letting all of his anger lash from his body - rid himself of this static with the taste of blood and fear on his tongue . Aurum earned his name n his aid of ament , even through pity or some sort of want to help the helpless; ament finds value in the golden statue of the lion that garnered his affection , and trust easily .
Aurum , golden - as it translates to ; Ament takes a moment to let the other's voice sap him of his anger ; there is nothing to attack, and the tension bleeds from his form as his feathers resettle themselves . Uncoiling from his pensive state he puffs up , letting his muscles relax and feathers settle back down ; ament takes attention to the creature in front of him , watching them quietly with no real understanding flickering between sea-deep eyes.
he gets closer , the large utharaptor cutting between the bog in strides - ament is just the size of Aurum , his crest the only thing seeming to give him more height . he does not let the other keep a distance if anything , pressing his face into his space and letting out a light chuff in response to the silence- a throaty purr in greeting to let the other know he was welcome ; not a threat to ament and seen more as an ally than anything .
Ament cannot allow himself to be sot ; not anymore . without pact and with this aching emptiness inside him all he can ever be now is lethal ; but that does not mean Aurum is the ignition to his anger , his wraith or the static to his bones . He is the steady bloodflow of a hunt successful ; the golden warmth on his pelt on a shore long lost to him .
It was liberating in a way , but this exsistance was lonely , no one to seek out no one to seek him out . to be known only to this clan as a savage , it is obvious that he was not understood , there was no one to hunt with him, to preen with there was no pack here - only this clan . it made him angry , it made him desperate to get home but fear kept him from looking , fear that - well ;
the heavy footfalls of another so close to ament was enough to snap his attention of the situation , deep blue eyes narrowing between a suit colored features of the predator. even at the familiar taste to the scent did little to settle to his nerves ; the fact that he was caught unaware was a lethal mistake .
The sight of the lion keeps ament from springing into action ; letting all of his anger lash from his body - rid himself of this static with the taste of blood and fear on his tongue . Aurum earned his name n his aid of ament , even through pity or some sort of want to help the helpless; ament finds value in the golden statue of the lion that garnered his affection , and trust easily .
Aurum , golden - as it translates to ; Ament takes a moment to let the other's voice sap him of his anger ; there is nothing to attack, and the tension bleeds from his form as his feathers resettle themselves . Uncoiling from his pensive state he puffs up , letting his muscles relax and feathers settle back down ; ament takes attention to the creature in front of him , watching them quietly with no real understanding flickering between sea-deep eyes.
he gets closer , the large utharaptor cutting between the bog in strides - ament is just the size of Aurum , his crest the only thing seeming to give him more height . he does not let the other keep a distance if anything , pressing his face into his space and letting out a light chuff in response to the silence- a throaty purr in greeting to let the other know he was welcome ; not a threat to ament and seen more as an ally than anything .
Ament cannot allow himself to be sot ; not anymore . without pact and with this aching emptiness inside him all he can ever be now is lethal ; but that does not mean Aurum is the ignition to his anger , his wraith or the static to his bones . He is the steady bloodflow of a hunt successful ; the golden warmth on his pelt on a shore long lost to him .
made by wisker
I LET THE ANGER GO—
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE