08-15-2018, 06:40 PM
★ -- Exodus had never seen paper before. Especially one with such colorful pigment.
Pincher had set up his origami not too far away from the nest of the typhoon's resident feathered troublemakers. She smelled his familiar scent, took on the crisp smell of barely used paper (a curiosity to her), and gingerly trotted from the refuge of her family's nest.
Wicked little feet glided over smooth, hot sand as Exodus lurked out of view. Venturing closer. Stupefaction overtook her primal instincts; Exodus knew Pincher well enough. But what he was doing, so seemingly entranced and focused on his uncanny art, was something different entirely.
But Exodus, was but no means a shy creature. Months of living around the bizarre inhabitants of the island made her bold within their face. She did not falter, even as she trotted forward to sniff at the vividly hued sheets layed to rest upon a towel. Pincher's paws were working intricately, carving the strange material into shapes she couldn't comprehend. Exodus stopped watching after she realized she could not comprehend his patterns.
Belatedly, she sniffed a sheet of paper, then nipped at it's fragile and delicate skin. When no response came to head, and Exodus quickly became bored, she decided to busy herself with the matter of turning her focus onto an unfamiliar face.
Nostrils flexed as she turned to Paper, busy taking in it's scent. On any other day, the fiesty child would have 'greeted' the other with a wondrous little tweak to the skin with her teeth. For now, a bit part of her attention had been captured by Pincher's craft.
Pincher had set up his origami not too far away from the nest of the typhoon's resident feathered troublemakers. She smelled his familiar scent, took on the crisp smell of barely used paper (a curiosity to her), and gingerly trotted from the refuge of her family's nest.
Wicked little feet glided over smooth, hot sand as Exodus lurked out of view. Venturing closer. Stupefaction overtook her primal instincts; Exodus knew Pincher well enough. But what he was doing, so seemingly entranced and focused on his uncanny art, was something different entirely.
But Exodus, was but no means a shy creature. Months of living around the bizarre inhabitants of the island made her bold within their face. She did not falter, even as she trotted forward to sniff at the vividly hued sheets layed to rest upon a towel. Pincher's paws were working intricately, carving the strange material into shapes she couldn't comprehend. Exodus stopped watching after she realized she could not comprehend his patterns.
Belatedly, she sniffed a sheet of paper, then nipped at it's fragile and delicate skin. When no response came to head, and Exodus quickly became bored, she decided to busy herself with the matter of turning her focus onto an unfamiliar face.
Nostrils flexed as she turned to Paper, busy taking in it's scent. On any other day, the fiesty child would have 'greeted' the other with a wondrous little tweak to the skin with her teeth. For now, a bit part of her attention had been captured by Pincher's craft.
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