08-25-2018, 01:03 PM
♦ -- The blood was warm and fresh in her mouth-- yet the prospect of being interrupted was infuriating beyond measure.
She heard and smelt Bakagou long before he appeared into view, as loud as his shouting was. his voice rang for miles around, and it irked the young one. Lifting her head from Kirishama's leg, tongue coiling over her lips to catch the rest of the crimson liquid, she considered his loud his presence was. Was he here to steal her prey? Laughable. No mere creature would challenge her to her rightful feast. first come, first serve. Annoyance was not a new emotion to the youth; And it made it's appearance once more.
Even before he had blown the fire her way, a bloodied maw had already peeled back. displaying yellowing teeth as a throaty snarl burbled from her chest and floated past her fangs.
The sudden burst of fire was unanticipated. She had seem fire before, but never in such close proximity, and never directed at her before. It took her off guard; could feel the heat upon her feathers, and let loose a shrill cry; one of unadulterated, bubbly rage and surprise.
Lucifer was her saving grace. sweeping her off her feet and into the soft jaws of mother. The dragon's presence was comforting, wholly welcome. Despite the fire that ran through her veins, as hot if not hotter than any real flame. The injustice of being targeted. Who was this fool that dare breath blasphemous hell breath in her direction?
Her vessel was quickly covered in a shroud of night; the soothing, sable hues of mother's wings. But her body still screamed for blood, and in a most child like manner, as any feral creature was as close as capable to emoting, she pouted.
She heard and smelt Bakagou long before he appeared into view, as loud as his shouting was. his voice rang for miles around, and it irked the young one. Lifting her head from Kirishama's leg, tongue coiling over her lips to catch the rest of the crimson liquid, she considered his loud his presence was. Was he here to steal her prey? Laughable. No mere creature would challenge her to her rightful feast. first come, first serve. Annoyance was not a new emotion to the youth; And it made it's appearance once more.
Even before he had blown the fire her way, a bloodied maw had already peeled back. displaying yellowing teeth as a throaty snarl burbled from her chest and floated past her fangs.
The sudden burst of fire was unanticipated. She had seem fire before, but never in such close proximity, and never directed at her before. It took her off guard; could feel the heat upon her feathers, and let loose a shrill cry; one of unadulterated, bubbly rage and surprise.
Lucifer was her saving grace. sweeping her off her feet and into the soft jaws of mother. The dragon's presence was comforting, wholly welcome. Despite the fire that ran through her veins, as hot if not hotter than any real flame. The injustice of being targeted. Who was this fool that dare breath blasphemous hell breath in her direction?
Her vessel was quickly covered in a shroud of night; the soothing, sable hues of mother's wings. But her body still screamed for blood, and in a most child like manner, as any feral creature was as close as capable to emoting, she pouted.
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