All the strange, strange creatures | flying w babs

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L U C I F E R . G R I M M

"The endless Void, The gazing abyss, The bottomless ocean of horror...It coiled itself around your tender heart"

He'd lived for so long that sometimes he often forgot to take joy in small moments, before all this when he was mostly alone, he used to end up caught up in all his memories.

but he knew they wouldn't want him to live so morose - and the mortals with their finite lives he considered precious friends or family, well he chose to live in the moment for them.

like today - today he'd be taking his newfound feathered children flying, or well, if they so agreed.

he shifted on the outcropping of rocks, just above his cave they jutted upwards, a perfect perch and a perfect place to lift off more easily than just straight from the ground up - and for his children he wanted the flight to be an experience with less hitches, so an updraft that would lift him easier than gaining altitude himself would be a more preferable and smoother ride than otherwise.

he sighs, closing his eye - the red will forever remain staring, a scar in itself and a window into the madness of his sire - and sighing into the air before gazes back out onto the view of the bay below him, he shifts on his claws and calls for them, an surprisingly good rendition of such a call they can produce

but then his sister had taken their form - albeit much larger - and they're family were so old, so ancient, they knew languages like their own aspect and soul.

ah, he hadn't enjoyed a simple flight for the pleasure of it in a very long while and to show his earthbound children such would be a joy.

[member=1827]AMENT .[/member] [member=1684]VIRGO[/member] [member=1649]EXODUS ![/member]
/if y'all can wait for at least one of em to reply first c;

DRAGON [10FT Hght, 25FT Lgth] — HELLION [5FT] — TYPHOON / OFFICER — PLAYLIST — TAGS

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[AMUNET]

Mother calls. It's not some hidden telepathic pull, but it may as well be. The way the speckled one looks up at the grate shadow his paternal's shape casts and see's it in his spine- the way the scales rattle with movement. His sister's and him are similar- in sometimes the concepts these curiosities toss around will never catch - never make sense to him, but he can always understand body language. In this world of strange and addicting and rage inducing as it is- something is simple to him and he finds comfort in it- in knowing

Ament is not nobel like his sister's, he is all reaction and instinct. Mind taking backseat when it comes to logic- following his instincts is natural and fulfilling. It makes him more aggressive and less approachable but also the more curious- the more tolerant than his clutch. His mind will catch up later and what he see's in mother is comfort- and gentle absolute strength. It is like a beacon calling him home, and seeing the other shift and move makes ament want to run under his shadow and nip anyone who dare step too close. Rend anyone who dare hurt- or any intentions to hurt them. His pack- his family.

he is small and weak in comparison to luciferus, but it only a challenge to overcome. Another hurdle for the speckled one to cross in stride, maybe not the same elegance as his sister's but with clumsy, brazen force. He bursts into action, the slow- lazy day cut clearly with a  click of teeth. Bright blue eyes scouring for his siblings before he turns- with or without them to prowl closer to mother. He does not distance himself much from his parent, always keeps one of his pack close in bound- in sight- it's easier to think- to control himself around them and he prefers it that way. Better that than to try and lay claim to a land that isn't his, to a place that holds too many predators and Owen's pack and - their now strong enough- not yet at least.

A low chattering bubbles from his maw, words formulating into his mind before to evolves into the savage language they all share between them- the golden one- the keen one and the protector of them all. "Mother?" There is a questioning lilt into his voice, that he leaves unspoken not a why so much as what's next that he leaves unspoken. Mother is smart- keen like all those other creatures that prowl the place.

ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛᴏᴏᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʟᴀᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʏ ᴍᴀᴡ // ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ- ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛ ɪᴛ.

[EXODUS--]

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✮. I AM A ROCK ON TOP OF THE SAND /

nothing lasts forever. exodus knows this like the thick tang of blood on her tongue and a banished breath hanging heavy in the hollow of her throat her throat after a kill. knows it like the absolute, final halt of a prey creature's beating, stuttering heart as it dies on it's fuel and fails to start again.

she knows there's an end to everything.

lucifer? intimate with the concept of finiality even more so than her. he has lived an eternity-- a millenia of lifetimes, built on the back of seamless divinity, bubbling beneath dark skin. the stars knew of him before the constellations even had names.

lucifer too, knows that nothing last forever-- a simple truth that compelles the god to savor the time of peace with his offspring.

everything comes to an end.

exodus knows this. she thinks. considers.

everything but Us.

her pack will be unparalleled. she will make sure of it.

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exodus has always been earthbound.

the sky does not call to her like it calls to mother-- the vast empty, blueness of it all.
but mother flies. exodus thinks she should be able to fly as well. just as she is destined to conquer the land, is she not destined for the sky's vast cradle as well?

something about flying makes her gizzard clench, especially when she lifts her amber gaze  the harsh expanse of space above her. it is unreachable to her earthly body. one would never dream of touching the velvet clouds for fear of falling-- falling from heights unimaginable.

then again. exodus knows no fear.

her talons clink against the sable, jagged stone with precious friction. with a curvalinear dew claw held carefully above the ground, a cutting body making an ascent to a throne of darkness. she has followed her brother here.

where he goes, she goes.

the sky is mother's domain. she has seen the endless void fluttering up to the air's fringes like the birds she has come to known as prey. but mother is not prey, nor is she soft like the birds she seamlessly snatches from the sky's womb before they can barely lift from the ground.

she tastes the wind, sharp and pleasing in her nostrils and on her fat tongue. breathes gingerly, pulling precious life essence down and down into her trachea and sucking it down to her lungs where her wild heart beats lackadaisically.

she walks until she can feel ament beside her. pushes into his warmth with all the tenderness unbefitting of a lethal predator of her stature. cheeky light glistening in her eyes, she's chase the brief sensation of contact before bringing a reverent gaze, intense like wildfire to the immense dragon; their mother, a symbol of celestial strength. exodus says nothing with her uncivilized tongue. does not need to, not when ament's inquiry has lisped from his lips.

whenever she sees the gentle darkness, her chest sings with brightness and warmth. aches with it, in fact. she cannot help it when it burbles beneath the skin, unstoppable, and fights her callous barbaric brain. for all of her dna dictated by the ingenius strength of instinct, she cannot stop the rare, miniscule breaches of sentiment, reserved only for her family.

[PINCHER]

CAPTAIN PINCHER ROUX | resides in the typhoon and is the demigod of rough seas. he is a muscular dark gray panthera hybrid with frigid glacier blue eyes, marked with scars and glowing tattoos. he is the head of the roux family and is currently single. he is known for being a charming strategist with dark secrets. be cautious around him. —— ⚓

❝ A MODERN GOD IN A TAILORED SUIT — WHO'S LIPS TASTE LIKE FORBIDDEN FRUIT ❞

Pincher knew what it was like to want to spend time with your children and give them the best you could offer. He supposed that maybe he would have that one day, to give them all the attention and not feel like they are unwanted especially when it came to Pincher. He had been rather foolish and slept with quite a large amount of people and that resulted in kids and he wasn't surprised when most children felt like they were some "accident" or a "mistake" but in Pincher's eyes, he adored them. He loved every single one of them and saw them as gifts to him especially when he was so alone in a world where his old family was no longer around. His mom had died and he had killed his father. His uncle was probably off somewhere causing wicked sinfulness and Pincher preferred it remained that way, as far as possible from his home even if the demigod sometimes longed to see one of the very few people he had called "family". He wondered if Theodosia was still kicking about, his ex-wife...he despised her but there was always that piece inside of him that longed for the good memories of his first children, Theo and Donovan.

Pincher sucked in a shaky breath into his aching lungs, his heavy eyelids fluttering open as he awoke from his short nap. He snapped his head up, hearing the soft crinkling of papers and sticky notes beneath his heavy form as the male groaned, pulling himself off and brushing off some shreds of papers he had burnt in frustration. He raised a paw to his left temple, gently rubbing to get rid of the headache as the tattooed male wondered why he kept drifting into sleep. He wasn't tired was he? Pincher didn't like the idea of him getting tired and the tall Captain gave his head a heavy shake before deciding to get a breath of fresh air and stepped out of his submarine. He continues on alongside the warm beachside, his paws sinking into the soothing ground of soft ivory sand before he arrived towards the cave that Lucifer lived in as the dragon needed more space especially with the new family he had. He liked the fatherly protective role Lucifer took, always there for others and it even made Pincher wished he was his father. He was certainly a lot better than his actual biological one.

He noticed that some of Lucifer's 'children' had arrived as the obsidian dragon stepped out and Pincher halted a little far off to allow them to not feel like they were being intruded upon. "Whatcha up to, Luci?" The male softly called out, dark ears slightly drawing back in pain at him raising his voice. He ignored the feeling of the shift of bandages against his neck as he knew that it was a feeling he would have to get used to for some days until the wounds healed. But of course it had to be his vocal chords that were the problem. Hopefully he would sound better when the time came to take the damn bandages off as the blue-eyed wildcat glanced up at the Officer.

❝ THE TYPHOON — CAPTAIN — IMMORTAL — DEMIGOD — FATHER — THE HERMIT ❞

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[VIRGO!]

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Time. She’s only lived several months, unexposed to the true monsters which roamed the world. As far as Virgo was concerned, they were the monsters. They were the ones who walked as nightmares, they were the horrors people warned their children of at night. Despite their relatively short lifespan, she’s like a time capsule – outdated and relic living in the present. She recognises a generational difference between her species and the rest. She is ancient, traditional in her nature. Hierarchy and the pack are important to her. Her position of alpha was the same as being god itself. The all-quiet universe, after all, had deemed her for the quest of greatness. It is her job to lead her brother and sister there. Otherwise they will be left in darkness, a bottomless pit and unable to grasp the light, the radiant but blinding light ahead. Virgo winces slightly, claws scratching and clicking against the stone as she moves towards mother. Her pack is ahead of her, still waiting for Virgo to so royally appear with her head high, feathers fluttering with the breeze of the wind as if she was meant to fly.

Her spine uncoils when she gets there, gaze burning past her siblings in a searing judgement. She has always abided to these customs bred within her, the traditions that seemed to be passed on through their timeless DNA. Every gene and fibre within her body is a repetition of their destiny, reverberating between each thread instructions that she knew from the moment she was born. There is an elegance that surges within her, a nobility that radiates from her behaviour. The golden patterns across her body are her crown. The accents are permanently glued along her ivory feathers. She was the ruthless queen, merciless in every way, and yet her levels of aggression differ to Ament and Exodus. It is an echo of her egotistical nature. Perhaps it can paint her a fool when she chooses to ignore the soft-flesh that walk the earth. They are no threat to her and should therefore be paid no attention. Not a drop of her effort should be wasted upon their pitiful forms that so much as dare to squirm beneath her feet.

Virgo cannot begin to turn away from the temple of strength that was her mother. To her, mother was incapable of death. Luciferus was a being beyond time and space, glorified in every aspect. His ancient tongue was proof of that. He knew them as though they were of his scarlet blood. And yet she is aware of the stained-glass life was founded upon. Transparent, fragile, short. Like clockwork, prey can become rusty. Their bones stop walking as they used to, their flesh becomes tough and spoilt. She has caught enough rodents to recognise just how easy it was to kill. Their lives are founded upon a universal understanding of trust. Her pack would never kill her, her pack would never outcast her. This was why tradition was so important. For any irregularities to occur within the system would cause their hierarchy to shatter and fall. And yet Virgo is under the impression that they are all shackled to tradition, all bound like brothers to an unspoken pact of trust and faith.

Unlike her wild sister, the barbaric child senses wonder when it comes to the sky. She views it as the playground of gods, handwoven by the galaxies that so intricately form the vast blueness that stretches above her eyes, seamless and proud. To be able to fly, she thinks, would be a gift. She would become beyond what the earth has called for her to be, become more than what was intended to her. Not only has she been born for greatness, to lead her pack, but she would have defied the laws of their ancient blood. It was yet another thing to feed her ego, always burning like an incinerator, feeding on the fragments of life itself. The eyes of the world are all looking at her, all waiting for her to amaze them. Her obsessions were intoxicating, filling her system like a culture of bacteria.

‘You called for us, mother.’

There is a superior attachment painted across her youthful features. The alpha’s nostrils flare, inhaling the smoky air until her lungs were full and shaking. She breathes calmly out, stepping closer with a chittering tongue as she observes mother’s stance, considering his body language before tilting her head at the arrival of another that dared to intrude their intimacy. Wrinkles line her scrunched nose. Her eyes trace the sight of the Captain, upper lip beginning to curl when she recognises the faint glow of Pincher’s tattoos before raising her sights towards his glacier eyes. She notices the off-whiteness of the bandages that span along his body, wing-feathers twisting in agitation. ‘What does the soft-flesh want from us?’ she asks in their foreign and remarkably old language, looking up at her mother in mild distaste. No one could understand the shrills the raptors spoke in. Only mother could. 'It threatens me.'

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L U C I F E R . G R I M M

"The endless Void, The gazing abyss, The bottomless ocean of horror...It coiled itself around your tender heart"

He does ot have long to wait and it is Ament - his curious one, yet so bold, loyal to this their little family - and Lucifer smiles idly, shifting as he crouches down to greet him, ruffling the feathered crest softly.

oh he knows they're often off travelling soon again - so he savors thee small moments between those times, even if he will inevitably worry after them while they are out and away.

if the pitt lays a hand on them, there won't be anywhere that wretched clan can hide.

but he moves away from such edged thoughts - it's not the time for this - as Exodus follows swiftly after her spckled blue eyed  brother - Varkoryan had blue eyes once, his twin ever a contrast to himself - and he shifts to nose her feathers in kind, affction for these his tiny newfound family.

he lives in the moment - though the past weighs on him, but he daren't ever stray too far into the future thoughts, he doesn't like to know the inevitability that one day he will call  and they... - new, adopted and yet his children through and through - will not answer.

ever has Lucifer known this and ever has Lucifer scoffed at those that hold for immortality - they don't know what they lose.

but this is how he was born - an immutable, immortal thing, dark incarnate with the acrid tang of void and the remnants of light that Varkoryan entrusted him - he cannot ever die truly, he will always be, always come back - and always live to remember the lost.

so Lucifer will live for this, these precious moments - the times his singulairty soul feels so much less a black hole and full to brim with choking emotion, love for them, his precious few, family and friends - and his children most of all.

he's smiling idly while he waits for the third when Pincher's voice cuts in and the dark one looks up, humming through a nod of respect for his captain - and he hopes Pincher is doing better, it's never easy losing people or watching those you love get hurt, Lucifer knows this too well, he's watched too many fall in what he felt should have been his place and something in him wants to tell Pincher this, that while it doesn't ever stop hurting, time doesn't heal all wounds - but it does scar over and the sudden gaping hole of loss soothes over in the end - it becomes bearable and you find the happy memories aren't as painful to remember.

but now is perhaps not the time - though if the Captain will allow, Lucifer would be all to happy to discuss such with him - or simply be an ear to sorrows as someone with far too much experience in this area, though he does eye the bandages briefly.

he inclines his head and answers "Oh, some qaulity time with the kids - I wanted to indulge them for awhile before they go off travelling again" he doesn't begrudge them their travels - his eldest children were often out, though that was in war time and the travelling was more missions, in this he is thankful his three have not had to face those same horror's they once did.

Lucifer knows now who approaches, the last of his trio of troublemakers, fierce and his all the same - he's attuned to them, he knows their souls before they even come into close, Ament and his burnished gold speckled with ivory, Loyal and protectie, Exodus an unfailing bronze-copper, sure and steady, virgo is silver-gold, quick and lethal.

she like Ament and Exodus asks for why - but also asks after Pincher and now Lucifer switches to their tongue, old and primal - yet for what they call ancient, he sees still its youth, but then he does in most things "Merely to watch" he assures and he nuzzles her crest in turn like he did Ament and Exodus before her.

now something of a wry grin and fondness bubbles up as he asks them "How would you like to fly above with me my fierce ones?" groundbound as they are they will never soar themselves but Lucifer would carry them

and they wouldn't fall, after all mother is there to catch them.

/his got waaay longer oof

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[AMUNET]

The concept of death is not as abstract, even he the near senseless- the savage can understand it in its simplicity. The venandi live alongside it, the clans- the predators, the prey abide to it. Kill to live, or live to be killed. Even predator can fall to the side, and his sisters and him alike have seen this so. Predator’s of pride and glory- of keen intellect and brute force and might falling beside, falling limp and complacent- falling prey to time, to weakness. But his sister’s, his mother and him- are something else, something better. Apex predators of the food chain- unkillable and untouchable. Everything fears them- or soon enough will. Everything will bow to their might, if not by nature, than pure strike divinity inside them all. It is a concept- an idea that all of his siblings share with him. They all look to mother and see eternal- endless void of a milenia that seem to cast shadow’ along their mother, and as they all look- they all promise, maybe at different times, but all the same.

this is ours. He is eternal, and we will be there alongside him for it.

Lucifer was not part of the plan, but back then- curled inside his own little world feasting on the essence that he swam in sense birth- he had very little plans but to eat. His own dna does not know what to make of it, make of this vast eternal thing he looked towards who offered them so easily a means to live. Now, a little older- a lot older; ament see’s this as a debt that will never be rectified. A life debt that his sister’s all agree. Lucifer will protect them- and in turn they will do the same. The relationship is mutual, beneficial and yet…

And yet there is a fondness there. There is respect that no one but his sister’s should have- that his pack deserves. Somehow the void-mother has settled into the russet youth’s savage heart. It vibrates in his chest now in the same warmth that sends a stillness into his limbs and a feeling he knows not the name of- he calls it home. Warm and fuzzy, it’s preening his mother’s soft mane when he shifts- and seeing the creature so small and vulnerable in comparison to the night sky he can now encompass- it is a tender terrible thing, that ament protects savagely, they all do- they all cherish it. It is unspoken, not because it is a secret but it doesn't need to be said. There is no word for it- this fondness that he has, so he calls luciferus mother and feels a bubble in satisfaction the way that the eldritch seems to brighten in the regard, the respect.

THe brush of Exodus is playful, and ament let’s himself sway towards the other to match it. He ducks- butting his nose  along side her flank and ruffling all the feather’s in its place when she walks past him to get to mother. Silent rebellion settle in his eyes as he watches the other’s reaction with a lazy-happy glint. Knowing how long exodus sends keeping her feather’s sleek and shiny- it will no doubt perturb her to see a single side of them ruffled.

A soft breath of chilly air and a cold, cold nose presses against his crest. He tilts his head, rather than back away he exposes his neck- embracing the gentle bud against his neck. A low chitter sounds more alike to a content purr of a cat from his throat. It rattles his chest like a drum- he does not suppress a shiver at the cold, but the comfort of the meaning behind it is so much more rewarding than the distaste for colder weather. He let’s out a small chuff before Luciferus retreats, trying to mimic the same thing to his retreating form as he does to mimic the same to exodus.

Virgo goes to brush past the both of them, and ament attempts to do the same soft gentle chuff along her before she brushes past. He is purring now, soft boneless heap of comfort that is unfitting is usual brutality. But here ament has always been soft and pliant against them both in this rigid structure of dynamics their dna gave them. They in turn are soft and kind, trusting in a way that ament can exploit even when trust tells him it is wrong, he cannot forgo the appeal to the power, even as the lowest. He does not follow it like his sister’s, not unless he has a purpose- a reason, and even then it is only with his sister’s willing consent.

Flying is a concept that ament knows by the flutter of birds. When little- snapping his teeth angrily at their retreat, only to grasp tail feathers or worse- open air. Flying brings with it the thrill of hunting - and the prospect of being able to do so himself- of him learning how to makes the soft purring stop in a sharp agreeing note of “yes!” He does not pause for his sister’s consent here, confident they all feel the same, and even then- even then. Ament is willing to go alone, as he does with his savagery and discoveries and curiosities.

ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛᴏᴏᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʟᴀᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʏ ᴍᴀᴡ // ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ- ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛ ɪᴛ.

[EXODUS--]

[div style="width: 200px; overflow: auto; width: overflow: auto; font-family: timesnewroman; text-align: justify; max-height: 400px; "]There is the twinkle of rare mirth in her eyes at Ament's generous return of contact; only to be quickly stifled like the groan of fire shedding it's orange embers fot steam at the kiss of water with the realization of what he was really doing.

The uncomforting, unwelcome sensation of her quills being mussed out of place by a prodding snout snaps her attention to his more firmly, when she thought she would move past him without fuss. Her preening was a work of pride; a skill she coveted herself upon. Spent hours upon hours a day,  consuming eons trying to achieve her level of tidyness. She could never look as well kept, or clean cut or pure like the goddess that was her alpha, but her urges screamed with the compulsion to be clean in the way that only raptors could-- by preening. And now her efforts were soiled.

A magnificent, animalistic pout laced her features like the fine stroke of a brush, crossing a barbaric face that shouldn't be nearly so expressive.

Exodus cast her favored brother a downright dirty look that reeked of promised vengeance despite the lack of real heat unearthed amongst her feral, vivid gaze. The expression was clear as the unblemished pools of the typhoon's territory, such raw emotion bidden upon her face. She did not need to utter the petrified tongue to make her intent known to him. 'I'll get you back for this,' He best be on alert. She could be a menace if she wanted to be.

Exodus knows wherein she must be in accordance to her sister, who pulls her helplessly, circling into her blessed orbit. She knows how to act around a divine being. The knowledge of timeless respect is hammered into her bones by sheer discipline and instinct. Knew how to give Virgo the love and attention and adoration she had so seamlessly demanded of her. And Exodus yielded it onto her like a present wrapped in the finest silk. Because as the alpha, it was the praise her sister deserved from her birthright. Exodus gives Virgo the due she has always deserved since the beginning of time, and her sister leads them like the sheppard divining a path full of radiance, for his sheep. A trade far too generous in her eyes. Then again, Virgo has always been merciful in that way.

Virgo passes them, like a blaze. But one not filled with wrathful, wasteful force. Rather quiet, contained. Elegant. All the more powerful, unstoppable and overwhelming.

Standing to attention like the good little soldier she is, her vessel sings with quiet reverence in the warmth of the alpha's presence. Something intangible to behold. There were moments in between, where her gaze would become doe eyed and dewey, coalesced in wonder like glass at the sight of her siblings.

For a beast of herself-- so full of the unfettered, temperemental danger lurking beneath her wild frame, one would think she to be capable of the choking affection that crawls up her throat at the sight of her family. It is without any doubt that she refuses to bestow the same sentimentality upon tbe other, foreign beings who walked this earth. and yet
with her family, she can afford to be soft with them. it is proof of their unbreakable bond. the covenant between them.

Exodus smelt and sensed Pincher long before he made his presence known with the incoherent, graceless babble of his kind's tongue. Virgo's reaction the minute rise of her stiff crest was only reinforcement. Indication that something was wrong.

To her, the moment is ruined with the presence of captain. She faintly recognises Pincher and his scent from her youthful days, where she was weak and pitiful (long gone are those days), crawling through tunnels swimming with the shadows of water and the dwellers within. She remembers when she possessed a vessel far smaller than her own now, crawling onto the alpha of prey with the foolish eagerness of youth to exert dominance over the jaguar with wicked claws and teeth. Of course, lady luck had blessed him with the chance to survive she and her sister's ferocious attack. But next time? He would not be quite so privileged, the dinosaur heartily convinced herself.

Mother's simple answer to the other's sudden presence had stifled the seed of aggression within her body before it could blossom. Like a sickly little thing, it withered away and died as quickly as it had came.
The eldritch being's seamlessly easful dismissiveness of the intruding audience had put Exodus's heart at ease, though it had been prrviously set roaring aflame at Virgo's acknowledgement of Pincher. Because she longed to be so fine tuned to the pack that their needs were her's as well. The alpha? Even more so. To be bound like them like lungs was to air was her deep desire, carved from sheer necessity. Anything that displeased the eldest, displeased her as well.

But mother came with an offer she couldn't refuse. For all of her wants and wills and instintually driven needs to strengthen the bond of the pack by aligning herself with them, Exodus craved her own independence. She was not nearly so incapable as to be unable to make decisions without the alpha herself, but as she had grown older, the ache in her bones had grown stronger. A wisdom, deep rooted and engraved into the very grooves of her heart had told her that the importance of the pack and it's leader was ever more crucial than it had before. It was sacred.

But whatever hesitation she had at holding back was dissipated with the thought of the bountiful, vast expanse of space above her.

The sky was wondrous. Blessed. The heavenly wonder of mysterious beings that she wished to reach out and taste for herself, to grasp those powdery clouds like floss. Wifts drifting like outstretched smoke from the gaps in her talons.

She wished to taste and breathe that immaculate air. The gal wished that for all of them. And oh, how she wanted, and craved.

Her resolve shattered at Ament's response, urged without the decision of their resplendant leader. Surely it was not blashpemy to crave something so blessed for all of them?

"I," She spoke alone. She spoke for herself, without the influence of the Radiant one. An action once unthinkable to herself. Is it blasphemy?
Once, she would have detested the possibility her sister's powerful, quiet wrath in response to this act of impiety. Irreverent, is what it is, for sheer obedience has been carved so deeply into her time and time again. But now, with each passing day, she finds some thing quietly slipping away from her loyalty sheathed soul. Bit by bit. Akin to whispering particles flung awry in the wind.

And now she craves whatever little power she has over her own self-- the right to make her own decisions. Craves it more than anything else, above the burning fire in her gut for the superficial things of this world. Finds it a little easier to breathe this way. "Would love that," The first breath of her rebellion, uttered with a single agreement. And that was only the start.
[align=right][glow=black,2,300]You got to see the artistry
In tearing the place apart with me, baby ★[/glow]