09-24-2018, 11:33 PM
≡ -- needle thin talons, digging sharply into grooves of ebony armored hide. exodus hoisted herself over sable skin with calisthenic effort. muscle flexed in underlying acrobatic ability, the striker finding her way through the gaps of wicked spines that rose from her mother’s back like spires.
exertion was paramount for the maturation of their youthful muscles at this early age; it strengthened their hearts, sheered the baby fat from their bodies until nothing more than a honed, intramuscular body primed for predation was left. climbing terrain honed their ability to adjust to uneven terrain, traversing it with ease and aiding in their ability to remain fluid in their strategies and movement. it was skill, and exercise for the body and soul. it made the child’s heart rush in pleased exhilaration.
to exodus’s primitive mind, lucifer was not only a mother. they were a pillar. a mountain. immovable. firm and resolute.
and a playground of sorts for her progressing body.
learning to swiftly move between the obstacles that was mother’s spines made her heart sing in tandem to the pitter patter of roughened feet feet.
toiling laboriously through a maze of scaled hide, a sweet litany of breathy purring spilled through parted lips and ivory teeth. she paused to inspect the body beneath her, gaze roiling enviously at the powerful body beneath her. she was blessed to be under the protection of a God, ignorant of her fateful luck.
she yearned to possess a form as powerful as the dragon’s beneath. a form laced with rippling, compact body and every limb sharpened to power. an indomitable desire for promised glory and dominion of body burned heavy in her gut. it would come to her one day; she just had to wait. and one day, utter, unparalleled lethality would be promised to her.
but exodus was never a patient beast.
the child of feathers and raw instinct plopped down upon lucifer's back, jaws parted to gently nip mindlessly upon on of many of lucifer's spines-- not that her still developing teeth could ever scratch mother's hide. they were untouchable in the child's eyes, but exodus was a creature of habit. couldn't help the odd ticks she'd never realize she began to show when she was far too complex in thought for her animalistic brain. it felt far better to take the edge off by heeding to the call her body and doing what she often did best.
exertion was paramount for the maturation of their youthful muscles at this early age; it strengthened their hearts, sheered the baby fat from their bodies until nothing more than a honed, intramuscular body primed for predation was left. climbing terrain honed their ability to adjust to uneven terrain, traversing it with ease and aiding in their ability to remain fluid in their strategies and movement. it was skill, and exercise for the body and soul. it made the child’s heart rush in pleased exhilaration.
to exodus’s primitive mind, lucifer was not only a mother. they were a pillar. a mountain. immovable. firm and resolute.
and a playground of sorts for her progressing body.
learning to swiftly move between the obstacles that was mother’s spines made her heart sing in tandem to the pitter patter of roughened feet feet.
toiling laboriously through a maze of scaled hide, a sweet litany of breathy purring spilled through parted lips and ivory teeth. she paused to inspect the body beneath her, gaze roiling enviously at the powerful body beneath her. she was blessed to be under the protection of a God, ignorant of her fateful luck.
she yearned to possess a form as powerful as the dragon’s beneath. a form laced with rippling, compact body and every limb sharpened to power. an indomitable desire for promised glory and dominion of body burned heavy in her gut. it would come to her one day; she just had to wait. and one day, utter, unparalleled lethality would be promised to her.
but exodus was never a patient beast.
the child of feathers and raw instinct plopped down upon lucifer's back, jaws parted to gently nip mindlessly upon on of many of lucifer's spines-- not that her still developing teeth could ever scratch mother's hide. they were untouchable in the child's eyes, but exodus was a creature of habit. couldn't help the odd ticks she'd never realize she began to show when she was far too complex in thought for her animalistic brain. it felt far better to take the edge off by heeding to the call her body and doing what she often did best.
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