goldenluxury had heard of, and seen, the raptors and other dinosaurs that seemed to be popping up. she hadn't been paying much mind to them so far, though. but, she had just healed after everything, and she supposed if they were living on the island she should probably get used to their presence. perhaps she could befriend them. that sounded like a pretty cool idea, honestly.

she had faintly noticed the presence of the eggs and had investigated them a couple times, but she had mostly kept her distance. she honestly didn't know enough about eggs to feel capable of taking care of them in any way and she wanted to avoid getting in the way of others who did. she would mostly leave them be for now, and check them out to see what all they looked like once they hatched.

the feline couldn't exactly ignore that screeching, though. it came in the direction of the eggs, so the girl would push herself towards them, figuring they must have hatched. but, she did wonder why in the hell they were screaming so loud. lynn sat upon her hind, the harpy eagle letting out small caws at both the girl's movements and the noise. the young girl's steps were soft and quick, eyeing towards the eggs with a bit of concern.

goldie looked to the feathered creature from a distance, tired eyes curious. she didn't really know what to do in this situation. "why're ya so loud?" she'd question in a mumble, mostly saying it to herself to see if it could help her think. spoiler alert: it didn't.

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The sound of screeching brought her forth and summoned her, it reminded her of the time when Kalayavan would chirp and hiss until he had gotten Roxanne's attention. She would stand next to Goldenluxury with both of her ears angled forward starting to feel a smile creeping onto her maw and well, she certainly loved what she was seeing so far. Raptors. Real life raptors, here in the Typhoon. They were absolutely precious and Roxanne was already smitten within the first few seconds since she was quite passionate about reptiles, Roxie had returned from her fishing since she needed to feed Brunhild so the horned femme had a few fishes on her. She glanced over to Goldie with a smile still on her maw "Goldie, how long have they been here?" She watched the baby screech at the rest of the clutch and well, Rox was very fascinated. She had several books on reptiles and only a few on dinosaurs though it was more of a chapter book, she forgot what it had been called but it was all fiction. . . Or was it?
"character's speech."

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the invisible walls around her had been all she had ever known, corralled from the world by the very thing meant to keep her safe. the steady beat of her own heart was a tandem to her; an orchestra of pumping flesh and blood. the din filled her ears. the only sound she had ever known. like music to her ears, and yet it is not the last cacophony she will ever hear.

the confines of her egg is never enough. never. restricting the savage little girl as she grew.

it had become too unbearable, and now, hunger rumbled in the pit of her stomach. angry and red, unstoppable and deep like an ever raging pit.

she wanted freedom. longed for it. could taste it in her bones and in her heart and in the way it ached in her veins.

her gangly limbs pound against the wicked walls, seeking release. her tiny sickle claws scrape across the membrane of the egg, cracking it's delicate hide. the ivory wall cracks and shudders, beginning to crumble underneath her weight. she can hear her sister calling for her; a screech to attention, and she must heed it's call. it is loud and deafening, and it is the second sound she has heard since her quaint little existence.

her maw parts in a silent wail, pushing past her boundaries with a feral little cry. her developing muscles flex, pads hammering against her small little world with discovered strength and determination.

and then it crumbles. and then it shatters.

out comes a savage beauty, lungs hammering underneath her ribs. breathing in the first bout of air-- taking in the first inhale. towards new life. her nostrils flex, heart hammering wildly. wreathed in the glory of new birth and soft, downy feathers. she tumbles out onto the grainy floor, claws digging into the earth's skin. she smells creatures; she hears sounds, and greedily processes this information, eye flickering open to drink in the mirage of colors and sound and scent.

there is so much of the world to see. she has escaped the surly bonds of her egg, dived onto tan sand and tasted the fresh air, absorbed the warmth of the sun.

she has yet to see it all, untouched by the hardness of the world.

her belly still rumbles fiercely, snapping it's jaws as it dictates to be fed.

and then a sound as smooth as thunder rolls over her. something large, something black like ebony and sable, covered in a thorny crown of barbs and spines. the dragon's majesty seems large enough to blot out the sun. the girl does not like this, at all. her body hums with a faint pulse of what may seem like wariness, the bare shafts of what will soon grow into fully fledged feathers bristling.

but then she smells meat. red pulpy-- and her instincts ignite. she needs to be fed, and lucifer has met her every need for the time being.

clacking ivory nubs of teeth together, she instantly rushes forward on shaky legs. she is an impatient thing. born of fire racing through her veins, and for all of her frail appearance, she possesses every bit of the hot-tempered patience as a utahraptor should. she is small and weak, yet she is no less fierce than her siblings. she is overrun with the sudden urge to feast.

she hears others-- she sees them, yet pays them little mind. what is all on her mind right now is food, and she darts forward to the slab of tender flesh provided to them, intent on delivering the first bite, to savor flesh.

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