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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.
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.
im like a bull in a china shop
knocking off a knock off .
"cause i got no culture of mine" — exodus — typhoon — feathered raptor — info