★ -- Exodus bit back the edges of a snarl as her body quivered, the last hints of her youth peeling away from her body much like a snake would shed a skin. The downy fluff floated to the bottom of the nest, fluttering like broken butterflies.
More bedding for the aerie, then.
The barbaric youth's jaws snapped with discomfort, a shiver wracking her body as she fought to rid herself of what had once been her constant source of comfort and warmth.
Now, it just felt suffocating, akin to a troublesome coat she had donned for far too long. New bristles had pushed their way through her underlying scales, announcing themselves in the form of sleeker, far more mature quills. Exodus was far, far from her adult-- or even her adolescent shredding, though her coat seemed to shine with a fresh gleam. No longer was she, shackled by the suffocating restraints of her feathers. On the cold nights, she had shivered and endures, huddling by the warm bodies of her brethren and sister for warmth.
When she awoke, she did so with a yawn, feeling the need to stretch her limbs. Molting was a sign of vitality; a sign of maturation. But for someone as small as she, the utahraptor had far more moults to go through before she was even close to her prime.
Individual claws flexed with this new revelation, stepping from the shade of the crags that overlooked the children's humble little nest, and greedily soaking in the feel of her newfound plumage like a sponge soaking up water.
Her body had been preparing for this moment; it had taken bit by bit. Inch by inn of soft downy drifting away from her tiny vessel.
During those long, log weeks, Exodus upon herself, marveling and expecting herself to shed those bristles any moment to reveal dark skin and sharp, jagged armor, just like mother.
But to no avail.
Exodus puffed softy through her nose; a sigh that could be skin to mild frustration, and paced amongst the warm sands of the day beach.
[member=1827]AMENT .[/member]
[member=1684]VIRGO[/member]
More bedding for the aerie, then.
The barbaric youth's jaws snapped with discomfort, a shiver wracking her body as she fought to rid herself of what had once been her constant source of comfort and warmth.
Now, it just felt suffocating, akin to a troublesome coat she had donned for far too long. New bristles had pushed their way through her underlying scales, announcing themselves in the form of sleeker, far more mature quills. Exodus was far, far from her adult-- or even her adolescent shredding, though her coat seemed to shine with a fresh gleam. No longer was she, shackled by the suffocating restraints of her feathers. On the cold nights, she had shivered and endures, huddling by the warm bodies of her brethren and sister for warmth.
When she awoke, she did so with a yawn, feeling the need to stretch her limbs. Molting was a sign of vitality; a sign of maturation. But for someone as small as she, the utahraptor had far more moults to go through before she was even close to her prime.
Individual claws flexed with this new revelation, stepping from the shade of the crags that overlooked the children's humble little nest, and greedily soaking in the feel of her newfound plumage like a sponge soaking up water.
Her body had been preparing for this moment; it had taken bit by bit. Inch by inn of soft downy drifting away from her tiny vessel.
During those long, log weeks, Exodus upon herself, marveling and expecting herself to shed those bristles any moment to reveal dark skin and sharp, jagged armor, just like mother.
But to no avail.
Exodus puffed softy through her nose; a sigh that could be skin to mild frustration, and paced amongst the warm sands of the day beach.
[member=1827]AMENT .[/member]
[member=1684]VIRGO[/member]
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