[div style="cursor: url("http://cur.cursors-4u.net/cursors/cur-9/cur836.cur"), auto; margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]Pathetic lower lifeforms. There was a time the young raptor looked up to the carnivorous, ugly creatures but not anymore. She realises the discrepancies of their awful exterior, their exposed scaly skin. The queen only watches Owen and Delta in distaste, earthly hues flickering in a condescending manner as the alabaster beauty approaches her dark-faced brother. Although the other pack is older, much bigger and more experienced than her family, she views them as pitiful for obeying the likes of a soft-flesh. Boil. There is something simmering beneath the barbaric girl's feathers, bubbling in a sort of anger. She feels...discriminated, misunderstood, controlled. Virgo stops walking, the weight of her body returning to an equal dispersion along the balls of her weapon-like feet. Her claw taps, her golden crest pressing along the shape of her skull. She sees threats to her way of living, a danger that circulates the air which exists about the german shepherd. Virgo doesn't like him, nor does she feel any respect to the feral creature that heeded the male like a dog. A lowlife. She may not be very old but Virgo is capable of registering such complex emotions. Despite their 'unintelligible' nature, she and her pack were much smarter than they were credited for.
Virgo's tail hovers dangerously over the ground, swinging back and forth. Her mind is playing events, reminding the girl of the sensation of a chase. The feeling of wind streaming along her feathers, energy running down the muscles of her legs to be launched by the forceful flick of her claws. But those 'happy memories' only trigger a snarl from the girl whose upper lip curls in accompaniment. Simply watching the reptile chase after a boar was enough to lock her mind into one of a jealous predator, greatly disapproving of the older woman's existence. Virgo looks to her brother, seeing his passivity and snorting. She turns her neck, lowering her head to groom her gold-accented feathers. She realises Ament wishes to learn and, rather reluctantly, the venandi accepts this. She will not interrupt the male's learning for now but will not join in herself. The creature isn't interested in seeing the way a boar can be slain. It is obvious to her, a part in them that has been ingrained into their genetic code, written before they were even born.
Disgusting. When she sees the way Delta pauses to look at Owen, wait for the male to give the signal, she retracts in disgust. Virgo looks to Ament in silence, sending a mental warning to him to not obey the likes of soft-flesh before turning her head back to Owen whilst still hidden where they were. Hatred is still plastered along her young, regal face. She refuses to allow other creatures to try and domesticate them. She doubts mother would allow it to happen as well. Mother feeds them well, mother keeps them safe should they mess up. But Virgo is also determined to reap her own independence, become her own kind of leader than bow down to the likes of a soft-flesh like Owen. Watching the way the pack's 'alpha' begins to eat his own share of a different kind of meat is enough for the feathered terror. She isn't particularly impulsive, tempted to jump in and challenge Delta to a duel, but choosing not to because she is aware of Delta's superiority in age, size and experience. She and her family are still too young for prey that large when she turns with a lash of her tail, violently swinging against the air, and disappearing into the dense forest.
Virgo's tail hovers dangerously over the ground, swinging back and forth. Her mind is playing events, reminding the girl of the sensation of a chase. The feeling of wind streaming along her feathers, energy running down the muscles of her legs to be launched by the forceful flick of her claws. But those 'happy memories' only trigger a snarl from the girl whose upper lip curls in accompaniment. Simply watching the reptile chase after a boar was enough to lock her mind into one of a jealous predator, greatly disapproving of the older woman's existence. Virgo looks to her brother, seeing his passivity and snorting. She turns her neck, lowering her head to groom her gold-accented feathers. She realises Ament wishes to learn and, rather reluctantly, the venandi accepts this. She will not interrupt the male's learning for now but will not join in herself. The creature isn't interested in seeing the way a boar can be slain. It is obvious to her, a part in them that has been ingrained into their genetic code, written before they were even born.
Disgusting. When she sees the way Delta pauses to look at Owen, wait for the male to give the signal, she retracts in disgust. Virgo looks to Ament in silence, sending a mental warning to him to not obey the likes of soft-flesh before turning her head back to Owen whilst still hidden where they were. Hatred is still plastered along her young, regal face. She refuses to allow other creatures to try and domesticate them. She doubts mother would allow it to happen as well. Mother feeds them well, mother keeps them safe should they mess up. But Virgo is also determined to reap her own independence, become her own kind of leader than bow down to the likes of a soft-flesh like Owen. Watching the way the pack's 'alpha' begins to eat his own share of a different kind of meat is enough for the feathered terror. She isn't particularly impulsive, tempted to jump in and challenge Delta to a duel, but choosing not to because she is aware of Delta's superiority in age, size and experience. She and her family are still too young for prey that large when she turns with a lash of her tail, violently swinging against the air, and disappearing into the dense forest.