★ -- Exodus did not know of ranks or promotions within the typhoon. She only knew of the vague hierarchy; the way members seemed to swarm around Pincher attentively. Listening. Giving him all of their focus and attention. He carried an aura of importance and leadership about him. One that Exodus envied, and there were times when the creatures within the typhoon, curiously, came to the jaguar's beck and call.
It seemed one of those times was today.
The first time she had came to a meeting, she was only a few days old. All gangly limbs and ugly little body and gremlin teeth as she attempted to climb Pincher's tail. While she was still no less a child, she had notibly grown, sporting the same fluff from the moment she was born, but it was akin to ripened paint. Ready to peel and flutter away at the slightest hint of a breeze. She looked unkept; as ragged and wild as her very being and nature, and her downy was coming away in patches.
The heavens roiled and grew pregnant with storm, opening up it's womb as a hint of the sky's tears splashed across her back. The aerial ocean's skin paled with the wretched hue of slate and charcoal grey.
She followed the others.
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The tunnel that lead to the meeting was no less wondrous than when she had first discovered it. Her jaws parted quietly at the sight of the fish flickering before her. There were no sharks today. Only colorful prey floating into view, fins undulates softly as they stayed afloat lazily in the haze of blue.
The cold stone felt smooth beneath her feet as she plodded into the cavern, prowling around the edges of the room.
She did not trust the others there. Her amber gaze spotted Caesar; fixed onto him with a low rumble of youthful displeasure bubbling within her throat.
She did not understand the words that the patron of the sea uttered. Yet she pivoted her cranium to face him as he made her name known, blinking her eyes with interest.
It seemed one of those times was today.
The first time she had came to a meeting, she was only a few days old. All gangly limbs and ugly little body and gremlin teeth as she attempted to climb Pincher's tail. While she was still no less a child, she had notibly grown, sporting the same fluff from the moment she was born, but it was akin to ripened paint. Ready to peel and flutter away at the slightest hint of a breeze. She looked unkept; as ragged and wild as her very being and nature, and her downy was coming away in patches.
The heavens roiled and grew pregnant with storm, opening up it's womb as a hint of the sky's tears splashed across her back. The aerial ocean's skin paled with the wretched hue of slate and charcoal grey.
She followed the others.
-
The tunnel that lead to the meeting was no less wondrous than when she had first discovered it. Her jaws parted quietly at the sight of the fish flickering before her. There were no sharks today. Only colorful prey floating into view, fins undulates softly as they stayed afloat lazily in the haze of blue.
The cold stone felt smooth beneath her feet as she plodded into the cavern, prowling around the edges of the room.
She did not trust the others there. Her amber gaze spotted Caesar; fixed onto him with a low rumble of youthful displeasure bubbling within her throat.
She did not understand the words that the patron of the sea uttered. Yet she pivoted her cranium to face him as he made her name known, blinking her eyes with interest.
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