09-17-2018, 03:51 PM
hidden scroll! //
Cocky little beasts, a doteing mother made for a wicked additude, and already ament can see it. He is not fooled to think he is different, pampered results in entitlement. His own insticts are already high strung, the insistent explore - explore explore. He has followed his sister's here, has done good by them and already he feels the need to stretch his own legs. Wraith straining under fragile rattleing frame, tail feathers fann out, and a low purr clicks in the back of his throat. Bright blue eyes intensely eyeing the preditor down. Virgo is right in the regard, other preditors make small meals, but nothing amounts to the satisfaction. The bubbling excitement of warm blood and the rush of getting hurt in turn. The chance to hurt and be equally hurt, kill and just as easily be killed in turn.
But virgo says no, and like an instant- the aggression fades. The thrill of hunting something bigger than himself with his sisters fades easily when his alpha - one of his siblings decides against it. It is not worth the risk anyway, obvious that the other is a curiosity instead of prey-. One of the smarter ones that does not bow to fear when the trio treds near. To him predator and prey- blur together . to him, there is little difference. Only time. Time to get bigger- with a parent like luciferus, the void mother has a shadow bigger enough for all of them. They do not have scales, and their plumage is not pitch as he- but they have time. The utharaptors will earn their wings, just as they will earn everything else this world has to offer. Sickle claws tap- tap- tap- tap- in rapid succession, a little thrill in his tone as he- shifts his focus, as the forest surrenders another predator for them to see.
And by the void is it large. This- this is the trancedance that he spoke of. The metamorphosis. Dark pitch and fire brimmed eyes stare down at impossibly smaller duplicates. And ament stills in respect. Another one like them, but he speaks like mother to the curiosities and translates the lion's words with ease. But his mother is off, his crest is gone and ament first question to the other is not a responce but another, instant- frayed like the little sense that his savage body can contain.
"how?".
Cocky little beasts, a doteing mother made for a wicked additude, and already ament can see it. He is not fooled to think he is different, pampered results in entitlement. His own insticts are already high strung, the insistent explore - explore explore. He has followed his sister's here, has done good by them and already he feels the need to stretch his own legs. Wraith straining under fragile rattleing frame, tail feathers fann out, and a low purr clicks in the back of his throat. Bright blue eyes intensely eyeing the preditor down. Virgo is right in the regard, other preditors make small meals, but nothing amounts to the satisfaction. The bubbling excitement of warm blood and the rush of getting hurt in turn. The chance to hurt and be equally hurt, kill and just as easily be killed in turn.
But virgo says no, and like an instant- the aggression fades. The thrill of hunting something bigger than himself with his sisters fades easily when his alpha - one of his siblings decides against it. It is not worth the risk anyway, obvious that the other is a curiosity instead of prey-. One of the smarter ones that does not bow to fear when the trio treds near. To him predator and prey- blur together . to him, there is little difference. Only time. Time to get bigger- with a parent like luciferus, the void mother has a shadow bigger enough for all of them. They do not have scales, and their plumage is not pitch as he- but they have time. The utharaptors will earn their wings, just as they will earn everything else this world has to offer. Sickle claws tap- tap- tap- tap- in rapid succession, a little thrill in his tone as he- shifts his focus, as the forest surrenders another predator for them to see.
And by the void is it large. This- this is the trancedance that he spoke of. The metamorphosis. Dark pitch and fire brimmed eyes stare down at impossibly smaller duplicates. And ament stills in respect. Another one like them, but he speaks like mother to the curiosities and translates the lion's words with ease. But his mother is off, his crest is gone and ament first question to the other is not a responce but another, instant- frayed like the little sense that his savage body can contain.
"how?".
ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛᴏᴏᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʟᴀᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʏ ᴍᴀᴡ // ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ- ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛ ɪᴛ.
made by wisker
I LET THE ANGER GO—
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE
AND MOTHER NATURE FOUND IT'S PLACE