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Exodus had significantly grown over the four short moons of her living.
Downy fluff that enscapulated her body began to grow coarser. Thinner. Preparing itself to fall away for the molting season.
She had grown in size, though not so terribly large. The youthful feral was still smaller than most of the typhooners, but the wild, untamed aura that shrouded her presence had grown thicker. She had grown bolder, and far more self assured in her and her abilities. Like a child yet to face the world.
And with her boldness, naturally, came a sense of independance.
That wasn't naturally, a utahraptor's life style. They were social creatures. Dependant on each other and a sense of hierarchy for comfort and efficiency in finding prey. It was with their combined efforts, after all, that they found suitable sustenance. Scenting out wriggling worms together. Trapping rats, for Virgo to take the killing bite.
Yet Exodus wanted individuality. Wanted to be able to scope out food for herself; didn't want to be reliant on her siblings. As she grew older, she would come to see dependability as a weakness.
It was by the break of dawn's light that she arose from her family's nest of feathers and bones within the divot by the hollow of the baracudda bay's cliff.
Exodus was beginning to master the art of silence, carefully stepping over shattered bone fragments of the small critters her siblings had managed to fell.
Feet crunching softly against grainy sand of buttery hue, Exodus fixed a beady gaze off to the horizon. The young creature's nostrils flexed; her sense of smell was improving, and exponentially. She could already scent the delicious aroma of lizard amongst the sand's beach. Ready for her to consume. To hunt.
Exodus was no loner. But she preferred the satisfaction of taking her own life into her claws. Not to left to anybody else.
She was still young.
She spotted the reptile, gliding amongst the vein's of leaves and nearly blending in with it's earthy hues.
Exodus breathed slowly. Willing her her body into stealthiness. Stealthiness unrefined; one that would surely cost Exodus her hunt.
Exo slowed her gait to a crawl. Creeping in range of her oh so helpless target, before her muscles prepared to spring.
She leaped moments too late.
The lizard had sensed her. Scuttling into the undergrowth as her jaws snapped precariously next to it's hide.
She knew that it had disappeared far too soon for her to chase after.
And so she stood, crest flattening sourly in wake of her failure.
// dkdofurj here have this trash post. Feel free to interact with her
Exodus had significantly grown over the four short moons of her living.
Downy fluff that enscapulated her body began to grow coarser. Thinner. Preparing itself to fall away for the molting season.
She had grown in size, though not so terribly large. The youthful feral was still smaller than most of the typhooners, but the wild, untamed aura that shrouded her presence had grown thicker. She had grown bolder, and far more self assured in her and her abilities. Like a child yet to face the world.
And with her boldness, naturally, came a sense of independance.
That wasn't naturally, a utahraptor's life style. They were social creatures. Dependant on each other and a sense of hierarchy for comfort and efficiency in finding prey. It was with their combined efforts, after all, that they found suitable sustenance. Scenting out wriggling worms together. Trapping rats, for Virgo to take the killing bite.
Yet Exodus wanted individuality. Wanted to be able to scope out food for herself; didn't want to be reliant on her siblings. As she grew older, she would come to see dependability as a weakness.
It was by the break of dawn's light that she arose from her family's nest of feathers and bones within the divot by the hollow of the baracudda bay's cliff.
Exodus was beginning to master the art of silence, carefully stepping over shattered bone fragments of the small critters her siblings had managed to fell.
Feet crunching softly against grainy sand of buttery hue, Exodus fixed a beady gaze off to the horizon. The young creature's nostrils flexed; her sense of smell was improving, and exponentially. She could already scent the delicious aroma of lizard amongst the sand's beach. Ready for her to consume. To hunt.
Exodus was no loner. But she preferred the satisfaction of taking her own life into her claws. Not to left to anybody else.
She was still young.
She spotted the reptile, gliding amongst the vein's of leaves and nearly blending in with it's earthy hues.
Exodus breathed slowly. Willing her her body into stealthiness. Stealthiness unrefined; one that would surely cost Exodus her hunt.
Exo slowed her gait to a crawl. Creeping in range of her oh so helpless target, before her muscles prepared to spring.
She leaped moments too late.
The lizard had sensed her. Scuttling into the undergrowth as her jaws snapped precariously next to it's hide.
She knew that it had disappeared far too soon for her to chase after.
And so she stood, crest flattening sourly in wake of her failure.
// dkdofurj here have this trash post. Feel free to interact with her
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