08-04-2018, 07:30 PM
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HIDDEN SCROLLING
While the smallest egg was not the first to hatch- it was probably the nosiest during it’s stay inside the comforted walls. He was content but curious, frail claws tapped at it’s walls while the little monster feasted around him. He flexed inside his egg, stumbling and swirling to what outwardly be small nudges. During his stay inside his silence, his home The creature bended and squirmed and ate- and ate and ate. His lungs flexed and he breathed in food, and slowly, ever so slowly, the food started to deplete. The comfort started to fade but his strength- oh, his strength only grew.
Ament was always meant to run, to climb, to jump and to hunt. Some inexplicable feeling of instinct curled tighter than any frail wall, but still he remained, he stilled and he curbed way from the itching at his stomach. The inexplicable pain that started to grow as he breathed, neck craned at an awkward angle inside the fragile walls. Is this what it was like to feel hunger, to feel pain. He wanted to wail, to moan and to gorge. he wanted out- out-outout. He was timid, afraid to go blindly into something he didn’t know- didn’t understand. He understood these walls, the shape of him. Here was safe and he was timid to let it go. et go of this warmth and safety. but oh, was he curious. What way was there to explore without risk?
and still, the pain-the pain the pain the paIN-
Large- impossibly large claws compared the the smallest of the three, the little boy tempered the world like one would open water. A pinkie toe. Submerged deep into the walls, and his world cracked and shattered to his command. He stretched, rolling the build of muscles already starting to form and craned his head. The world as he knew it exploded into light and fear made it only more glorious to overcome.
but he knew pain- he knew hunger and nothing could be worse than the hunger to him. Instinct corralled him into the light. Stumbling from the grasps of comfort as shaky legs clawed through the rough gravel of the sand at his feet. For a brief moment he supported himself on fours- the impossible deference to his egg being tilted the wrong way. But out of his confirms gravity enforced him to obey and he stood defiant of it.
The air is so much more fresh, and the fear fades- the fear recedes and he marvels at the savagery of the world. Still his brother screams into the air. Taking his first breaths and hurtling at the world in outcry. His sister lunges- leaping into the air on shaky legs as her drive to feed strengthens them. Blood paints the ruby skin of raw skin without plummage in it’s vivid colors.
The little boy, frail and no longer timid sits in the sand. The hunger can be ignored for better curiosities. The sea captured in his eyes as he watches the enteral night shift and move, conversing together with other strange silhouettes. Ament is tempted to go along with his sister, but he is more interested in these strange beasts. he let’s out a curious little chirp, cautious where his sister is not when appraching the tantilizing sent his body now craves.
❝SPEACH HERE❞
While the smallest egg was not the first to hatch- it was probably the nosiest during it’s stay inside the comforted walls. He was content but curious, frail claws tapped at it’s walls while the little monster feasted around him. He flexed inside his egg, stumbling and swirling to what outwardly be small nudges. During his stay inside his silence, his home The creature bended and squirmed and ate- and ate and ate. His lungs flexed and he breathed in food, and slowly, ever so slowly, the food started to deplete. The comfort started to fade but his strength- oh, his strength only grew.
Ament was always meant to run, to climb, to jump and to hunt. Some inexplicable feeling of instinct curled tighter than any frail wall, but still he remained, he stilled and he curbed way from the itching at his stomach. The inexplicable pain that started to grow as he breathed, neck craned at an awkward angle inside the fragile walls. Is this what it was like to feel hunger, to feel pain. He wanted to wail, to moan and to gorge. he wanted out- out-outout. He was timid, afraid to go blindly into something he didn’t know- didn’t understand. He understood these walls, the shape of him. Here was safe and he was timid to let it go. et go of this warmth and safety. but oh, was he curious. What way was there to explore without risk?
and still, the pain-the pain the pain the paIN-
Large- impossibly large claws compared the the smallest of the three, the little boy tempered the world like one would open water. A pinkie toe. Submerged deep into the walls, and his world cracked and shattered to his command. He stretched, rolling the build of muscles already starting to form and craned his head. The world as he knew it exploded into light and fear made it only more glorious to overcome.
but he knew pain- he knew hunger and nothing could be worse than the hunger to him. Instinct corralled him into the light. Stumbling from the grasps of comfort as shaky legs clawed through the rough gravel of the sand at his feet. For a brief moment he supported himself on fours- the impossible deference to his egg being tilted the wrong way. But out of his confirms gravity enforced him to obey and he stood defiant of it.
The air is so much more fresh, and the fear fades- the fear recedes and he marvels at the savagery of the world. Still his brother screams into the air. Taking his first breaths and hurtling at the world in outcry. His sister lunges- leaping into the air on shaky legs as her drive to feed strengthens them. Blood paints the ruby skin of raw skin without plummage in it’s vivid colors.
The little boy, frail and no longer timid sits in the sand. The hunger can be ignored for better curiosities. The sea captured in his eyes as he watches the enteral night shift and move, conversing together with other strange silhouettes. Ament is tempted to go along with his sister, but he is more interested in these strange beasts. he let’s out a curious little chirp, cautious where his sister is not when appraching the tantilizing sent his body now craves.
❝SPEACH HERE❞
ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛᴏᴏᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʟᴀᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʏ ᴍᴀᴡ // ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ- ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛ ɪᴛ.
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I LET THE ANGER GO—
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE