08-13-2018, 01:26 PM
★ -- Exodus isn't sure what she had been expecting.
But she had not been expecting the snap of claws to her face at all.
The sting is sudden, and Exodus rears, hissing indignantly. The others were never so blatantly unwelcoming of her testy bites. She was a pest, to be sure. But a fiesty one, at that.
She had not quite felt pain like this before. It stung and the hostility that radiated from Caesar spoke of ill intent. The creature's anger was in no way threatening to the boisterous little child, but in turn it fueled her own rage, like a flame sputtering to life. She did not see a threat, but a blasphemous act-- she was a spoiled girl, left alone to her own devices and free to explore as she pleased, coddled by Lucifer (mother). Exodus was not unfamiliar with anger, but any signs of vexation aimed at her had been practically nonexistant to this point, and Exodus found that she did not like it at all.
Her maw peeled back into a tiny little snarl, pearly, tiny teeth on display with a hiss. Her tail curled, and then it splayed, the fluffy down on her body (not quite yet fully fledged feathers) puffing out with her irksome.
A soft shree escaped her lips as she lunged forward, aiming a warning snap towards her offender.
And then there was the click of jaws as Elia snapped playfully at the utahraptor.
Luckily for Caesar, Exodus was far too easily distracted. He had been saved from Exodus's indomitable, unconquered (hah) wrath. She'd be back, another day to deliver the utmost pain. Perhaps. But not today.
She would not forget today, though. Exodus held grudges and she held them well.
Her direction shifted, albiet reluctantly. A hiss has burbled from her lips, though died down as she cocked an inquisitive head at the typhooner.
Exodus knew of play. She knew of tumbling with her siblings and wrestling with them to strengthen her developing muscles; to prepare herself for the fights to come.
Elia's posture was open and inviting. Raptor play was usually rough and tumble. Undignified and unrefined, and lacked the aggression they projected towards so many other things. Somewhat reminescent of the dominance battles that would occur in the near future.
Elia was no pack member. But a call to a tussle could not be ignored. It was clear that Exodus had yet to abandon her childish ways.
Exodus's tail rippled side to side in concentration, much like a cat wiggling its hips before a pounce. As the young reptile crouched, she sprung, aiming to sweep Elia off her feet with a harmless little shove.
She wanted to see how the other would react.
// mobile, have this trash response
But she had not been expecting the snap of claws to her face at all.
The sting is sudden, and Exodus rears, hissing indignantly. The others were never so blatantly unwelcoming of her testy bites. She was a pest, to be sure. But a fiesty one, at that.
She had not quite felt pain like this before. It stung and the hostility that radiated from Caesar spoke of ill intent. The creature's anger was in no way threatening to the boisterous little child, but in turn it fueled her own rage, like a flame sputtering to life. She did not see a threat, but a blasphemous act-- she was a spoiled girl, left alone to her own devices and free to explore as she pleased, coddled by Lucifer (mother). Exodus was not unfamiliar with anger, but any signs of vexation aimed at her had been practically nonexistant to this point, and Exodus found that she did not like it at all.
Her maw peeled back into a tiny little snarl, pearly, tiny teeth on display with a hiss. Her tail curled, and then it splayed, the fluffy down on her body (not quite yet fully fledged feathers) puffing out with her irksome.
A soft shree escaped her lips as she lunged forward, aiming a warning snap towards her offender.
And then there was the click of jaws as Elia snapped playfully at the utahraptor.
Luckily for Caesar, Exodus was far too easily distracted. He had been saved from Exodus's indomitable, unconquered (hah) wrath. She'd be back, another day to deliver the utmost pain. Perhaps. But not today.
She would not forget today, though. Exodus held grudges and she held them well.
Her direction shifted, albiet reluctantly. A hiss has burbled from her lips, though died down as she cocked an inquisitive head at the typhooner.
Exodus knew of play. She knew of tumbling with her siblings and wrestling with them to strengthen her developing muscles; to prepare herself for the fights to come.
Elia's posture was open and inviting. Raptor play was usually rough and tumble. Undignified and unrefined, and lacked the aggression they projected towards so many other things. Somewhat reminescent of the dominance battles that would occur in the near future.
Elia was no pack member. But a call to a tussle could not be ignored. It was clear that Exodus had yet to abandon her childish ways.
Exodus's tail rippled side to side in concentration, much like a cat wiggling its hips before a pounce. As the young reptile crouched, she sprung, aiming to sweep Elia off her feet with a harmless little shove.
She wanted to see how the other would react.
// mobile, have this trash response
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