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Crest raised, neck outstretched as she prepared to bite down, Exodus was unpleasantly shocked as she was knocked away. Her sister behind knocking into her unstable frame and sending her crashing to the ground.

There was a rough, victimized cry of shock and anger. A shaky exhale as the young, ungraceful child began to lift herself upon her feet, only to be met with the sight of her brother, and Virgo greedily chomping down on the meaty red slab.

Huffig once more, eyes narrowed  in subtle frustration, Exodus came rushing forward to stake her next clame.

There wasn't much left of the meat. But she ate what she could, viciously stuffing her face just like her sister.

Once she had at her fill, little belly bulging with the warning of having too much to eat, she stilled herself.

And then turned to face the being that radiated motherly warmth.

Mother.

She knew it by instinct. Knew it in her heart the way they had established themselves as a caretaker and a provider of food.

Exodus wobbled to Lucifer's side, tiny head craned back to peer at the massive expanse of that dark wing. Covering the rest of the eggs like a night sky.

Curiosity raised her crest once more, as, for the first time since her birth, she inspected herself. No appendages protruded from her feathery hide. No spikes sprouted from her crest and danced it's way down her spine.

Her sister had tired and fallen to sleep under the weight of her meal. But Exodus was still awake and lively as the moment she had been born, turning to inspect the newcomers with great curiosity. Head tilted, outstretched. She did not know what they meant to her. What role they played in her life. All she knew was that they were foreign... And needed to be tested.

Maw agape, the clumsy little child would attempt to clamp her weak little teeth around the ankles of one of the onlooking bystanders.

// mobile post I'm leaving the bitten person vague in case anyone wants to decide their char is the one that gets bitten

[ ooc ] in all honesty, it wouldn't really matter if luci named the last one but since no one has replied for some time, i thought i'd have bakugou do it so this thread can finally complete its purpose <33

He has been aware of these eggs for a while now. Though he may not have shown any interest in them at all, the size and gleam of the spherical shapes were enough to latch onto his attention. He hoped they were dragons. Big, scaly fire-breathing creatures with wings as wide as towers and teeth as sharp as knives. It was for that anticipation that Bakugou has made frequent visits to check up on the unhatched children, ensuring they had not been smashed and mauled by mischievous predators looking for a snack. One time, Bakugou had come to witness the presence of a sea viper slithering between blades of grass, flicking its tongue to taste the calmness which touched the air. He didn’t make a move then, seeing a male try to shoo them only to watch Vandal lift the serpent by her powerful jaws, being bitten and poisoned in the process. Seeing Luciferus’ large and intimidating form, Bakugou promptly turned his back and left. The eggs would be safe and even after the event, he continued to make frequent visits to note how they were progressing. It was today that Bakugou, calmly sitting atop a low-hanging tree, had let his eyes drop for just one moment.

His ears were pierced by the screeching cries of the first child, hatched and standing within the dispersed array of her broken shell. Sanguine eyes open, his nostrils flare when he settles his gaze over the downy-feathered creature. Reptilian like he had hoped, wing-like but not quite. He realises it is a dinosaur he is looking at, a puff of smoke releasing from his heavy lungs. He lowers his head into his paws, unsure how to feel and slightly irritated by the loud shrieks the utahraptor gave off from her tiny vocal cords, a painful shrill that threatens to decimate his ear drums. The volume of the child is addressed by the first Typhooner to appear, a Bengal who appears younger than he is. But her question is addressed to unintelligible ears, forgotten within the mix of voices when yet another feline appears, much older and addressing the fem by a nickname. ‘Goldie’, huh?

Bakugou continues to watch in his placid form, body lowered and relaxed atop a branch, staring at the shifting movements of Typhooners come and go like calmed waves. Luciferus appears once more, dangling a generous proportion of meat from his jaws. He lets go and Bakugou jerks instinctively, expecting a loud thud only to see the sound strangled by the screeches of the raptors and the soil beneath him. Then he watches the fight of two only-recently-born raptors, the older one pushing her sister aside to declare the first bite. He recognises the aggressiveness of the first, the aggressiveness born of self-worth and pride, and sees how perfectly the older one clashes with the impatient sister. He scrunches his nose and watches a third one hatch – a male this time with raw, bloody skin. Disgusting. He watches the cautiousness of the boy, choosing to interact with the Typhooners who surrounded them like a horrible cage rather than chase after the food.

It doesn’t take him long to direct his attention to Kirishima who appears but says nothing at first, a wariness seeming to flood his red hues. Next to appear is the ‘heroin’ herself, the one who chose to viciously attack the venomous viper, being bitten in the process. Personally, he thought it was a foolish move. He would rather have watched her throw a stick at the snake or call for Lucifer to exterminate the threat instead, to grab a snake by the tail opened her up to every bite of retaliation. Regardless, he was glad that she was there and that Bakugou needn’t deal with the situation himself. He would have likely burned the snake to a crisp but in doing so risked boiling the eggs he was protecting. His abilities were as powerful as they were dangerous as he has come to note. He’s remembered every time he’s been scolded by the UA teachers for not having self-control, annihilating a building with a single blast that one time he played ‘villain’.

His ears raise again, the male furrowing his figurative brows when Lucifer speaks up to name the oldest child. Virgo. He lets the words ring in his ears again. Virgo, Virgo, Virgo. It works, he agrees inwardly but is almost displeased that he has forgotten that these creatures need names. He isn’t quite sure if he wants to join in on the task himself either because Bakugou was hoping for dragons, not raptors, but he guesses that pack dinosaurs are just as formidable to attempt befriending. Then, his fur rises when one of the raptors bite Kirishima’s legs with a sharp, clamped grip. Without realising it, his lip was raised in a low rumbled snarl, displeased with the creature. To his dismay, his friend names the creature rather than kick the pest away for biting him. Exodus. That’s fuckin’ right, Bakugou thinks to himself, She better be fuckin’ exiled for biting Kirishima in the bloody leg. He remembers how mangled his friend looked in that wolf body and three legs.

It, however, came to attention that everyone seemed to be absorbed by the strangeness of the creatures. He watches the moment shared between Lucifer and Virgo, eyes slanted when he climbs down the tree and approaches at last with a huff. He glares at the male who seemed almost like the runt, just as unintelligible as his siblings but far more submissive seeming. ”That ugly kid right there,” the fiery cat begins, pointing a claw at the boy, ”Ament. Or Piece-Of-Shit the Third. Your pick.”