09-15-2018, 09:31 AM
≡ -- unrest and dissent burbled beneath their feathered skin. there were impulses that couldn't be quenched.
the island of typhoon had been their territory perceived territory, for their short lives. anything within their eyesight was bound to be seen as something to conquer. everything. all of it, was for their gain. at least within exodus’s gaze, who ran high on primitive pride and a half baked sense of entitlement for her and her pack of three.
their home had grown small. too underwhelming for these growing children of ichor and instinct, who’s DNA had been coded with the need to expand and dominate which cloyed and overwhelmed their fine tune senses. being a perfect predator meant scoping out the competition and expanding their innate knowledge of the lands; knowing what awaited them; and being wholly prepared for it, ready to meet the challenge head on in a rush of adrenaline and pure guts.
they brought only their jaws and teeth. they were at the age of capability to provide for themselves as necessary, yet they were still a far cry from the unerring killing machines nature had designed them to be. they came; spoilt rotten, yet for the first time without the protection of lucifer, the void and their mother. to be away from the guarding wings of the great dragon god of the void would be a test of hardiness, strength and undying will in order to prove themselves as worthy to walk the earth with power.
it did not take them long to find the railroad leading away from typhoon; hard metal dug into the pads of their feet, trailing over wet, splintered wood and small enough to travel abreast over the road to the unknown where great things were sure to await them.
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the children arrived at the metaphorical gates of roseblood’s territory. the clan was the closest to typhoon in relation to area, and the walk had been lengthy and something of a test upon their endurance. it was nothing they could not handle however; exodus’s legs still ached pleasantly from the journey, and a sharp maw tilted back to inhale the air and the fresh scents with this new world offered to them. a world traversed by gods and beings far stronger than they, and marked by a pleasantly new smell. there was a jungle nearby; not unlike typhoon’s own. fresh and abundant, brimful of plump, new prey they have yet to grace with budding teeth savor the sweet blood of. her body shivered; a mere tremor of vibrating mass. a raw moment of unbridled, untempered excitement at the glory to await them. feathers snapped open, puffed and her ribcage expanding with each greedy inhale of air. waiting with anticipation for the order of the alpha, their glorious one.
exodus felt ready to conquer the world.
// [member=1827]AMENT .[/member] [member=1684]VIRGO[/member] the raptors have just arrived onto roseblood’s new territory. (please feel free to correct me on any mistakes in rb’s territory in the future) they have just traveled from the typhoon to here, and will be staying for a couple of days as they explore. their stay will not be permanent
please wait until at least one of the other respond
the island of typhoon had been their territory perceived territory, for their short lives. anything within their eyesight was bound to be seen as something to conquer. everything. all of it, was for their gain. at least within exodus’s gaze, who ran high on primitive pride and a half baked sense of entitlement for her and her pack of three.
their home had grown small. too underwhelming for these growing children of ichor and instinct, who’s DNA had been coded with the need to expand and dominate which cloyed and overwhelmed their fine tune senses. being a perfect predator meant scoping out the competition and expanding their innate knowledge of the lands; knowing what awaited them; and being wholly prepared for it, ready to meet the challenge head on in a rush of adrenaline and pure guts.
they brought only their jaws and teeth. they were at the age of capability to provide for themselves as necessary, yet they were still a far cry from the unerring killing machines nature had designed them to be. they came; spoilt rotten, yet for the first time without the protection of lucifer, the void and their mother. to be away from the guarding wings of the great dragon god of the void would be a test of hardiness, strength and undying will in order to prove themselves as worthy to walk the earth with power.
it did not take them long to find the railroad leading away from typhoon; hard metal dug into the pads of their feet, trailing over wet, splintered wood and small enough to travel abreast over the road to the unknown where great things were sure to await them.
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the children arrived at the metaphorical gates of roseblood’s territory. the clan was the closest to typhoon in relation to area, and the walk had been lengthy and something of a test upon their endurance. it was nothing they could not handle however; exodus’s legs still ached pleasantly from the journey, and a sharp maw tilted back to inhale the air and the fresh scents with this new world offered to them. a world traversed by gods and beings far stronger than they, and marked by a pleasantly new smell. there was a jungle nearby; not unlike typhoon’s own. fresh and abundant, brimful of plump, new prey they have yet to grace with budding teeth savor the sweet blood of. her body shivered; a mere tremor of vibrating mass. a raw moment of unbridled, untempered excitement at the glory to await them. feathers snapped open, puffed and her ribcage expanding with each greedy inhale of air. waiting with anticipation for the order of the alpha, their glorious one.
exodus felt ready to conquer the world.
// [member=1827]AMENT .[/member] [member=1684]VIRGO[/member] the raptors have just arrived onto roseblood’s new territory. (please feel free to correct me on any mistakes in rb’s territory in the future) they have just traveled from the typhoon to here, and will be staying for a couple of days as they explore. their stay will not be permanent
please wait until at least one of the other respond 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