09-14-2018, 02:07 PM
≡ -- exodus was thoroughly unaware of virgo’s displeasure with her weaning “popularity.” the untamed child of earthy feathers and beating flesh and unhoned skill had grown accustomed to the attention of the typhooners and their presence. though they weren’t of her blood and they mattered as little to her as a lick of dirt beneath her tapered ebony talons, she gluttonously soaked up their attention like a warm sponge amongst overflowing waters. exodus adored the attention-- positive and negative alike being lavished onto her glorious being. gobbled it up with hungry teeth as she made it her mission to explore and trance about the territory of the island that had been gifted to her and her pack. in the reaches of her naive, youthful mind, the world was theirs for the taking, and nothing could stop them. the pack was to be unchallenged, unparalleled. unstopped.
she enjoyed the independence of her own private adventures. that was not to say that she despised the company of her brethren and sister-- she was a social creature and needed them, whether she knew it or not-- but rather, the individuality and autonomy fueled her ego and sense of self agency.
it was no surprise that the strength of the pack not only lay in numbers, but the alpha. virgo. her glorious sister wreathed in ivory; the color of purity, and muzzle tinted in gold. colors of royalty and wealth. virgo was encapsulated in regality and crowned in fine destiny-- born to take control of their pack from the beginning with a gaze glimmering of the fiercest hellfire. exodus followed in her footsteps, her instincts beckoned her to follow only the strongest, and it was so. they demanded order within their pack, in order to function akin to a well oiled machine.
if virgo called, despite exodus’ revelry for autonomy, she would come. running. it was programmed into her very bones-- every fiber of her being, to aid her kin.
virgo’s call was as loud and sharp as the day she had tumbled from her broken eggshell. perhaps even louder. though exodus had grown used to her alpha’s needy and demanding screams, this one was no less jarring to her very being. in response, her own feathers bristled like the quills betwixt a porcupine’s spines. puffed and undulating, the brazen gal flicked her crest upward. there was no hesitation within her swift yet graceless and untempered movements. a sense of urgency filled her liquid veins like fire.
she moved with no subtlety. only a need for speed as her muscles flexed, toes kicking up plumes if grainy golden sand that flecked the air.
it did not take long for her to reach the shore. water swept gently against the lip of thr sandy beach, beating against it's skin. exodus dismissed the incessant wailing of the kitten with ease-- she was far more concerned with her alpha, which consumed her thoughts.
she arrived just in time to see mother effortlessly dispatch the attacker from her dear sister’s snout. she had no knowledge of what had happened-- only knew that her blood had been harmed. any creature that dare bring ill will to her family deserved unremorseful death.
the red-carapace crab was now a mortal enemy.
cranium tilted upward as a short crest the hue of soil flared. a maw dropped open, pink gum exposed and glistening as she directed a beseeching chirp towards the creature of void and darkness known as mother. she vied for blood and retribution.
she enjoyed the independence of her own private adventures. that was not to say that she despised the company of her brethren and sister-- she was a social creature and needed them, whether she knew it or not-- but rather, the individuality and autonomy fueled her ego and sense of self agency.
it was no surprise that the strength of the pack not only lay in numbers, but the alpha. virgo. her glorious sister wreathed in ivory; the color of purity, and muzzle tinted in gold. colors of royalty and wealth. virgo was encapsulated in regality and crowned in fine destiny-- born to take control of their pack from the beginning with a gaze glimmering of the fiercest hellfire. exodus followed in her footsteps, her instincts beckoned her to follow only the strongest, and it was so. they demanded order within their pack, in order to function akin to a well oiled machine.
if virgo called, despite exodus’ revelry for autonomy, she would come. running. it was programmed into her very bones-- every fiber of her being, to aid her kin.
virgo’s call was as loud and sharp as the day she had tumbled from her broken eggshell. perhaps even louder. though exodus had grown used to her alpha’s needy and demanding screams, this one was no less jarring to her very being. in response, her own feathers bristled like the quills betwixt a porcupine’s spines. puffed and undulating, the brazen gal flicked her crest upward. there was no hesitation within her swift yet graceless and untempered movements. a sense of urgency filled her liquid veins like fire.
she moved with no subtlety. only a need for speed as her muscles flexed, toes kicking up plumes if grainy golden sand that flecked the air.
it did not take long for her to reach the shore. water swept gently against the lip of thr sandy beach, beating against it's skin. exodus dismissed the incessant wailing of the kitten with ease-- she was far more concerned with her alpha, which consumed her thoughts.
she arrived just in time to see mother effortlessly dispatch the attacker from her dear sister’s snout. she had no knowledge of what had happened-- only knew that her blood had been harmed. any creature that dare bring ill will to her family deserved unremorseful death.
the red-carapace crab was now a mortal enemy.
cranium tilted upward as a short crest the hue of soil flared. a maw dropped open, pink gum exposed and glistening as she directed a beseeching chirp towards the creature of void and darkness known as mother. she vied for blood and retribution.
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