08-09-2018, 03:16 PM
★ -- Exodus's keen senses picked up the scent of an approaching body. Through all of her frustration, her ability to scent had not been made dull; the din of soft shuffling across sand made itself known to her.
Inhale. Exhale. Nostrils flaring once more, the youth whipped around upon captainpaw. He came to her with no fear. No aggression, and he spoke of gibberish and foreign language. In that moment, he was of the most peculiar thing to her youthful mind. And she was captivated with his appearance.
He was an unfamiliar face to her. The felidae did not speak in harsh, grating screeches or warbles or squeaks betraying the status of prey. He was trying to communicate with her, though she could not speak his tongue, nor could she decipher his language. In that moment, he was neither friend nor foe.
Another had arrived; dark grey in color. Horns curled from their head like a wreath of bone, and their stature and physique seemed oh so similar to Captainpaw.
Interest took ahold of Exodus's features; piqued her body as the reptile cocked her head to one side. Beady amber eyes inspected the two feverishly, pondering if she should test them; snap her jaws near their vessels to see of they'd react with fear or hostility, before a series of clicks errupted from Aita's tongue.
Instantly, Exodus's head snapped in the stormy-hued felidae's general direction, body raised to attention as her crest raised ever so marginally.
Aita was a mystery. An enigma. She spoke, and Exodus had truly heard. Truly understood. But she did not look like the quilled softness of her siblings, nor of the ebony plates and armored hide her mother.
Mother.
Speak of the devil and he shall appear.
Lucifer came, all sable hues and motherly aura. The powerful rumbling of Lucifer's steps instantly told her where her mother might be. Lucifer's deep, smooth rumbling, calming like the tides against the shore of a beach, made Exodus pipe up with excitement.
Her attention flitted from one being to another, the muscles within her tail flexing to quiver eagerly in greeting upon Lucifer's arrival. The creature carried no food within her maw, but that was fine. Exodus would learn to hunt. For herself. For her family. For mother, who stood so tall
Already she and her siblings, the venandi were beginning to learn how to master the ancient art of predation. They were born for it, as it ignited their very bones and being. Despite Lucifer's maternal and loving care, they had begun to develope a life style for themselves. Living on the carcasses of lazily drifting insects and mammal eggs they managed to pick off within the edges of the jungle. Wounded birds and fallen fledglings provided sustenance for them. But that had all been a team effort. Exodus had never hunted by herself prior.
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Inhale. Exhale. Nostrils flaring once more, the youth whipped around upon captainpaw. He came to her with no fear. No aggression, and he spoke of gibberish and foreign language. In that moment, he was of the most peculiar thing to her youthful mind. And she was captivated with his appearance.
He was an unfamiliar face to her. The felidae did not speak in harsh, grating screeches or warbles or squeaks betraying the status of prey. He was trying to communicate with her, though she could not speak his tongue, nor could she decipher his language. In that moment, he was neither friend nor foe.
Another had arrived; dark grey in color. Horns curled from their head like a wreath of bone, and their stature and physique seemed oh so similar to Captainpaw.
Interest took ahold of Exodus's features; piqued her body as the reptile cocked her head to one side. Beady amber eyes inspected the two feverishly, pondering if she should test them; snap her jaws near their vessels to see of they'd react with fear or hostility, before a series of clicks errupted from Aita's tongue.
Instantly, Exodus's head snapped in the stormy-hued felidae's general direction, body raised to attention as her crest raised ever so marginally.
Aita was a mystery. An enigma. She spoke, and Exodus had truly heard. Truly understood. But she did not look like the quilled softness of her siblings, nor of the ebony plates and armored hide her mother.
Mother.
Speak of the devil and he shall appear.
Lucifer came, all sable hues and motherly aura. The powerful rumbling of Lucifer's steps instantly told her where her mother might be. Lucifer's deep, smooth rumbling, calming like the tides against the shore of a beach, made Exodus pipe up with excitement.
Her attention flitted from one being to another, the muscles within her tail flexing to quiver eagerly in greeting upon Lucifer's arrival. The creature carried no food within her maw, but that was fine. Exodus would learn to hunt. For herself. For her family. For mother, who stood so tall
Already she and her siblings, the venandi were beginning to learn how to master the ancient art of predation. They were born for it, as it ignited their very bones and being. Despite Lucifer's maternal and loving care, they had begun to develope a life style for themselves. Living on the carcasses of lazily drifting insects and mammal eggs they managed to pick off within the edges of the jungle. Wounded birds and fallen fledglings provided sustenance for them. But that had all been a team effort. Exodus had never hunted by herself prior.
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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