≡ -- unrest and dissent burbled beneath their feathered skin. there were impulses that couldn't be quenched.

the island of typhoon had been their territory perceived territory, for their short lives. anything within their eyesight was bound to be seen as something to conquer. everything. all of it, was for their gain. at least within exodus’s gaze, who ran high on primitive pride and a half baked sense of entitlement for her and her pack of three.

their home had grown small. too underwhelming for these growing children of ichor and instinct, who’s DNA had been coded with the need to expand and dominate which cloyed and overwhelmed their fine tune senses. being a perfect predator meant scoping out the competition and expanding their innate knowledge of the lands; knowing what awaited them; and being wholly prepared for it, ready to meet the challenge head on in a rush of adrenaline and pure guts.

they brought only their jaws and teeth. they were at the age of capability to provide for themselves as necessary, yet they were still a far cry from the unerring killing machines nature had designed them to be. they came; spoilt rotten, yet for the first time without the protection of lucifer, the void and their mother. to be away from the guarding wings of the great dragon god of the void would be a test of hardiness, strength and undying will in order to prove themselves as worthy to walk the earth with power.

it did not take them long to find the railroad leading away from typhoon; hard metal dug into the pads of their feet, trailing over wet, splintered wood and small enough to travel abreast over the road to the unknown where great things were sure to await them.

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the children arrived at the metaphorical gates of roseblood’s territory. the clan was the closest to typhoon in relation to area, and the walk had been lengthy and something of a test upon their endurance. it was nothing they could not handle however; exodus’s legs still ached pleasantly from the journey, and a sharp maw tilted back to inhale the air and the fresh scents with this new world offered to them. a world traversed by gods and beings far stronger than they, and marked by a pleasantly new smell. there was a jungle nearby; not unlike typhoon’s own. fresh and abundant, brimful of plump, new prey they have yet to grace with budding teeth savor the sweet blood of. her body shivered; a mere tremor of vibrating mass. a raw moment of unbridled, untempered excitement at the glory to await them. feathers snapped open, puffed and her ribcage expanding with each greedy inhale of air. waiting with anticipation for the order of the alpha, their glorious one.

exodus felt ready to conquer the world.

// [member=1827]AMENT .[/member] [member=1684]VIRGO[/member] the raptors have just arrived onto roseblood’s new territory. (please feel free to correct me on any mistakes in rb’s territory in the future) they have just traveled from the typhoon to here, and will be staying for a couple of days as they explore. their stay will not be permanent please wait until at least one of the other respond

© ceilidh

≡ -- exodus stalked after the queen wreathed in ivory. where her movements were brisk, the alpha’s movements were regal. each step sure as she knew where she wanted to go and how she should get there. crowned in glory and destined to lead them, exodus kept her eyes trained and hugged onto the self proclaimed queen’s back. her eyes glimmered fiercely like polished like riverstones-- a subtle, unrealized hint of longing and want for what virgo possessed roiling tumultuously within her gut.

and she remained blissfully ignorant of it.

it was clear as the sky’s blue skin, her glorification of her sister. though her ways were simplistic and her mind was uncomplicated in the way of untamed creatures, yet she was no less capable of only some of the more advanced emotions that were often denied to the feral beasts of this world. it clashed with the logic of her instinct, though she was not ruled by it. perhaps her evolutionary capacities for this weakness would be her very downfall.

both of her and her siblings were a lethal beauty. small were they, but ready for greatness nonetheless.

they were dauntless. without fear. never tasted the bitter, crushing loss of defeat against an opponent greater than they, and all the foolish for it. guarded and shielded from the incomprehensible reality of failure.

the reaction to her alpha’s command was instantaneous, and virgo’s graceful, poised tone barred no room for argument.

exodus faithfully heeded to her swift bark with willing ease. movements rolled to a rigid pause, posture ramrod and stiff. befitting of a guard dog stance; attentive and unmovable much akin to the likeness of a rock. it was within their nature to favor absolute discipline and obedience. compliance to their superior, the one to guide and lead them to victory absolute, unparalleled ensured efficiency and teamwork as a pack unit.

she, along with virgo, tasted the air for a hint of threat. the miniscule crest of feathers resting upon the crown of her skull flickered upwards in tested anticipation.

a lion; of far greater weight and girth of they. his teeth were like miniscule ivory spears, and their head was adorned in an array of magnificent fur; a corona of majesty.

yet for all the display of the mighty, she was undaunted-- never was. instead she was consumed by the power to explore and expand their pack’s territory and their power. conquering and conquering for glory. but despite it all-- she longed for a challenge. some inner part of the beast wanted the hardship, the struggle of hardship and the sweat and blood that came with utter dominion and supremacy of life. a kingdom with no effort was no kingdom at all, to her. though she felt as if she were entitled to all the world in her bold little heart, she longed for the effort that came with life, to prove their undisputed established superiority.

the lion babbled in unfamiliar tongue. words ungraceful and clumsy to her ears. ad always, she did not understand. could not comprehend. sometimes mother would translate these alien-like creatures inferior speech to them. but mother was not here. not now. they were on their own, and a primitive, bestial sense pride swelled in her feathered breast.

at virgo’s urge to push forward and find her sustenance, exodus was quick to dismiss the greeting animal from her mind. ignored shamelessly.

but there was another presented to them. she smelt him long before she met his massive vessel. he smelt of smoke and charred ash. of fire and the spoils of war, and the overwhelming aura of a celestial deity. he towered over them all, and just like mother, his mere presence made her pause with reverent consideration.

it was not uncommon for the pack to go forth, vehemently ignoring any other creatures as if they were nothing but mere dirt beneath her feet, the ants that they stepped upon.
but he was power. swathed in devastating muscle and honed flesh. he possessed power of lethal capability. power that could challenge the livelihood of the pack’s self-proclaimed authority. teeming beneath toned, hardened flesh. and she could feel it. taste it. she took in the awe inspiring sight of savage claws as long as the length of her own body, belonging to a monster that towered far above her.

exodus had only met one being like that before, and that was mother.

exodus could not comprehend how one could speak their tongue; mother had not told them of this. mother only spoke their language. there was their ancient warble, and then the gibberish of the modern creatures around them.

the world, so immense and new to exodus, is always constantly challenging her expectations for things. barely a paw into a new world, and already there is one able to tell apart their ancient language from the mindless chirps so many seem to think their tongue to be.

a body tenses, heart catching lightly in their throat and body singing with jittery anticipation at this unnatural discovery. this is wrong in all of the strangest of ways they know their simplistic mind to comprehend.

"why are you here?"

the gal casts a gaze towards virgo for divine guidance.

“alpha?” the question danced on her tongue and left in a brief click of jaws, lowered in a privy whisper reserved only for the other. even as her quills lifted, bristling their hostility and unease, exodus did recognize of the similarities of the two species dancing among the indoraptor’s blood.

“they speak our tongue. friend or foe?”