★ -- Polished wood. Bright lights and the heavy yet sharp scent of something sent an indescribable shiver down her spine. The air was pregnant with foreign smell.
How she had gotten here was probably a mystery. Another adventure, trailing the scent of a Typhooners. A careless member. A door left open far too long. And then she was in.
The bartender balked at her as she slipped inside. Tiny little legs bunched as she eagerly leapt onto a stool, cawing loudly and reveling in the success of another exploration-- a new territory soon to be explored, and conquered. Triumph coursed through her body, and now the tavern was all hers to explore at her leisure.
Keen, beady yellow eyes drank in her surroundings greedily before landing upon an abandoned cup of jungle juice. Something sparked within her eyes, and the instant her vision landed upon the beverage, the bartender's eyes widened. Worry filled his gaze as a frenzied babble escaped his lips.
Heeding him no mind, Exodus leaned forward to tip the bottle over. Liquid, intoxicating spilled forth like blood burbling from an animal wound. Against her natural instincts, and compelled by forces unknown, she leaned forward to lap st the substance. Cautiously at first. And then boldly.
Nothing happened.
Then Exodus's gut tightened. Clenched as if the earth was about to shatter and break away beneath her, and then she quivered as the world buzzed around her.
How she had gotten here was probably a mystery. Another adventure, trailing the scent of a Typhooners. A careless member. A door left open far too long. And then she was in.
The bartender balked at her as she slipped inside. Tiny little legs bunched as she eagerly leapt onto a stool, cawing loudly and reveling in the success of another exploration-- a new territory soon to be explored, and conquered. Triumph coursed through her body, and now the tavern was all hers to explore at her leisure.
Keen, beady yellow eyes drank in her surroundings greedily before landing upon an abandoned cup of jungle juice. Something sparked within her eyes, and the instant her vision landed upon the beverage, the bartender's eyes widened. Worry filled his gaze as a frenzied babble escaped his lips.
Heeding him no mind, Exodus leaned forward to tip the bottle over. Liquid, intoxicating spilled forth like blood burbling from an animal wound. Against her natural instincts, and compelled by forces unknown, she leaned forward to lap st the substance. Cautiously at first. And then boldly.
Nothing happened.
Then Exodus's gut tightened. Clenched as if the earth was about to shatter and break away beneath her, and then she quivered as the world buzzed around her.
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