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Although she possessed no particular way of making sense of the world, no words that could form in her feral mind, there was actually an unspoken and intangible list that was very much real in her mind. It was her curiosity that set the creature’s mind ablaze. She sees the way his body is armoured in dark ebony plates and, after having changed sides, is intrigued by the stark contrast of scarlet across his face. Virgo’s eyes twinkle. She looks at Lucifer then looks at herself, raising her feathered arms to check her own colour. Bronze. Of course, as Virgo gets older her feathers will begin to moult and her new feathers will appear. Ivory like the snow with golden tips, resembling the sand and her regal form. But, at this moment in time, Virgo was playing spot the difference and was screeching at Lucifer for failing the test, attempting to bite at his nose as both a punishment and a test to see if mother was edible. The answer, of course, turned out to be no. Regardless, he was supposed to look like her, or her look like him. Maybe, however, just maybe this was because she had only been newly hatched, that her ink-stained scales would begin growing in soon and her spines to appear. It was not too difficult to convince herself of that.
Virgo, now full and having been mildly entertained, begins to open her jaws to unleash a breathy yawn. Air squeezes out her lungs, her eyes water on instinct, and the utahraptor walks even closer to the mother dragon. She stops, bewildered and challenged. If newborns could express disappointment, then Virgo looked disappointed when she finally realised the height of the beast named Luciferus. There was no way she could clamber up the beast’s back to sleep on him, and so she scrambles beneath his wings as a substitute and begins curling herself near his body. She lies down, feet tucked in and rests her head. If Lucifer needed to find a more comfortable position, then now was the time it was too late. Virgo had claimed this spot, right next to Lucifer, and like the royalty she thought she was had proceeded to go to sleep with soft snores wheezing from her breaths.
Although she possessed no particular way of making sense of the world, no words that could form in her feral mind, there was actually an unspoken and intangible list that was very much real in her mind. It was her curiosity that set the creature’s mind ablaze. She sees the way his body is armoured in dark ebony plates and, after having changed sides, is intrigued by the stark contrast of scarlet across his face. Virgo’s eyes twinkle. She looks at Lucifer then looks at herself, raising her feathered arms to check her own colour. Bronze. Of course, as Virgo gets older her feathers will begin to moult and her new feathers will appear. Ivory like the snow with golden tips, resembling the sand and her regal form. But, at this moment in time, Virgo was playing spot the difference and was screeching at Lucifer for failing the test, attempting to bite at his nose as both a punishment and a test to see if mother was edible. The answer, of course, turned out to be no. Regardless, he was supposed to look like her, or her look like him. Maybe, however, just maybe this was because she had only been newly hatched, that her ink-stained scales would begin growing in soon and her spines to appear. It was not too difficult to convince herself of that.
Virgo, now full and having been mildly entertained, begins to open her jaws to unleash a breathy yawn. Air squeezes out her lungs, her eyes water on instinct, and the utahraptor walks even closer to the mother dragon. She stops, bewildered and challenged. If newborns could express disappointment, then Virgo looked disappointed when she finally realised the height of the beast named Luciferus. There was no way she could clamber up the beast’s back to sleep on him, and so she scrambles beneath his wings as a substitute and begins curling herself near his body. She lies down, feet tucked in and rests her head. If Lucifer needed to find a more comfortable position, then now was the time it was too late. Virgo had claimed this spot, right next to Lucifer, and like the royalty she thought she was had proceeded to go to sleep with soft snores wheezing from her breaths.