10-23-2018, 06:46 PM
[div style="width: 200px; overflow: auto; width: overflow: auto; font-family: timesnewroman; text-align: justify; max-height: 400px; "]Her sister's feathers were crumbling away, like dust. Alabaster and weightless, much like a broken butterfly.
Exodus, quite frankly, never imagined that such a fate could befall magnificence.
The cold. It wracked the alpha princess's body, growing like weeds, choking and writhing deep in that chest, much akin to an infected garden. A blemish. It hurt to look at Virgo. Ivory, heavenly feathers, once healthy were in disarray as it wilted.
Their feathers were a sign of strength and vivacity. The Alpha Sister's quills? Once things of beauty, handled with velveteen gentleness and careful preenings. Groomed precisely, to perfection. Every bristule aligned exactly, particularly. It was an intricate work. One that Exodus prided herself upon, for they often primped each other's feathers out of necessity and kinship and it strengthened the interwoven ties within their pack, further tightening a web of social obligation founded on the pillars of respect, trust and cooperation
But now? She despised the way those velvety quills drooped. A simple cold had made a mockery of her sister's beauty and Exodus's work.
And that sickness-- It should have been weakness, a symbol of fragility-- but it was not so. Virgo stood victorious and undefeated even amongst illness's infernal kiss. There was no question or doubt from her unerring, solid stance that even in her ailing spirit, she had taken all the power right back to herself.
Her elder sister, the Alpha Princess, shone with brilliance that would put the sun to shame, a halo of power betwixt her head. A crown. She was the alpha, untouched by the filth of this world with a countenance like silken petals ans ethereal elegance.
Cordial. Pure. Perfect.
To Exodus, she was an unerring deity, wreathed in grace. Efflorescent like shards of sunlight. Far more absolute and holy than any religion that sentient creatures deferred to. To go against that power and divine right was unholy-- unthinkable and a crime punishable beyond compare, for it meant forsaking their customs and the power of Her Majesty, who would shine forever. This rule was written into every line of their prehistoric veins.
Unbeknownst to Exo's own mind, her unwavering and deep set loyalty and worship bordered on fanaticism.
But that was fine. Her zealous, impassioned ardor-- that was better than fine, in fact. Because she could let the devotion keep the sickening, twisted greed at bay that lurked on her heart whenever she looked at the overpowering Sun, the light that guided her. The role of a god was never meant for her. She knew this, deep down inside.
And it meant she could keep that malicious longing and desire staved valiantly.
For now.
Because she was darkness, and whenever she looked at the light, she burned.
Her eyes, sharp, glimmered like honey with vitality.
She couldn't wait to see mother, trembling out of her feathers with anticipation she was. Oh how proud the endless void would be of them, for travelling where they had never touched before! They had learnt much from their travels. Her chest expanded with pride.
She was a viper, a little archaic terror in her own right. A monstrosity made to curvalinear, savage sickle claw glinting ebony as her heavy toes sunk into the blessed heated soil and soft sand. A youthful body, limber and lean and powerful, moved with practiced grace and stealth.
She felt invincible with her siblings by her side. They were destined to conquer by divine right. No one would be able to touch them-- these young monsters, that they were, beings to bring others cowering with their prowess, wreathed in
There was dangerous force about her presence as she walked, the juvenile running high on her own strength. As the gal moved, she split the reeds with ease and they parted before her, bowing their supplication to the arrival of three heroes.
The untamed girl's seamless motions worked in unearthly sync with her siblings, signifying the unity that she craved for so heavily. Her body? Smooth like water. Lithe and supple, trimmed of the excess baby fat to leave behind only rippling muscle beginning to be honed.
Now she was truly a force to be reckoned with-- always had been in fact, for she sported claws sharper since she had last been here. Truer to the unruly nature she never tried to conceal.
She was a predator prowling through her realm, cloaked in menace, and everything within her calculative gaze was for the taking.
---
Their nest had been invaded. The acrid stench of an intruder sat heavy and thick on her tongue, in the back of her throat and clung jealously to her nostrils. The scent traced along the edges of their garish nest. Disturbed by weeks of being unkept, yet still marked with the same ivory bones of glorious trophies and feathers that made up it's boundary and outer crown.
'Do not fret, dear sister,' She lisped in their dialect, growl husky with ominous ebb and flow of the tentative lust for blood. 'I will find the invader and kill them myself. You shall get your rest.' The anticipation of her muscles working like a well oiled machine, lethal talons dancing through the air like heralders of death to bring an end to the miserable life of encroacher was like no other. Her teeth itched, white incisors like razors and ancient instincts flaring with the compulsion to rend hot red. Ready to sink into the soft flesh of any who intrude their intimacy or oppose their power.
A cold gaze akin to slivers of ice flickered upon Lucifer's presence. Sensed the familiarity of warmth and tender motherhood. Gossamer and pure, long before Exodus saw him.
Instantly, Exodus was awash with relief and comfort, the ache of journey's gift fading away and stripped all lingering weariness from her being.
Luciferus offers a blanket of protection with his own vessel, and Exodus pushes into it with a grateful exhale of air much like a sigh. She revels in her mother's strength, drinking in quiet comfort. No words are needed. None would be.
[align=right][glow=black,2,300]You got to see the artistry
In tearing the place apart with me, baby ★[/glow]
Exodus, quite frankly, never imagined that such a fate could befall magnificence.
The cold. It wracked the alpha princess's body, growing like weeds, choking and writhing deep in that chest, much akin to an infected garden. A blemish. It hurt to look at Virgo. Ivory, heavenly feathers, once healthy were in disarray as it wilted.
Their feathers were a sign of strength and vivacity. The Alpha Sister's quills? Once things of beauty, handled with velveteen gentleness and careful preenings. Groomed precisely, to perfection. Every bristule aligned exactly, particularly. It was an intricate work. One that Exodus prided herself upon, for they often primped each other's feathers out of necessity and kinship and it strengthened the interwoven ties within their pack, further tightening a web of social obligation founded on the pillars of respect, trust and cooperation
But now? She despised the way those velvety quills drooped. A simple cold had made a mockery of her sister's beauty and Exodus's work.
And that sickness-- It should have been weakness, a symbol of fragility-- but it was not so. Virgo stood victorious and undefeated even amongst illness's infernal kiss. There was no question or doubt from her unerring, solid stance that even in her ailing spirit, she had taken all the power right back to herself.
Her elder sister, the Alpha Princess, shone with brilliance that would put the sun to shame, a halo of power betwixt her head. A crown. She was the alpha, untouched by the filth of this world with a countenance like silken petals ans ethereal elegance.
Cordial. Pure. Perfect.
To Exodus, she was an unerring deity, wreathed in grace. Efflorescent like shards of sunlight. Far more absolute and holy than any religion that sentient creatures deferred to. To go against that power and divine right was unholy-- unthinkable and a crime punishable beyond compare, for it meant forsaking their customs and the power of Her Majesty, who would shine forever. This rule was written into every line of their prehistoric veins.
Unbeknownst to Exo's own mind, her unwavering and deep set loyalty and worship bordered on fanaticism.
But that was fine. Her zealous, impassioned ardor-- that was better than fine, in fact. Because she could let the devotion keep the sickening, twisted greed at bay that lurked on her heart whenever she looked at the overpowering Sun, the light that guided her. The role of a god was never meant for her. She knew this, deep down inside.
And it meant she could keep that malicious longing and desire staved valiantly.
For now.
Because she was darkness, and whenever she looked at the light, she burned.
Her eyes, sharp, glimmered like honey with vitality.
She couldn't wait to see mother, trembling out of her feathers with anticipation she was. Oh how proud the endless void would be of them, for travelling where they had never touched before! They had learnt much from their travels. Her chest expanded with pride.
She was a viper, a little archaic terror in her own right. A monstrosity made to curvalinear, savage sickle claw glinting ebony as her heavy toes sunk into the blessed heated soil and soft sand. A youthful body, limber and lean and powerful, moved with practiced grace and stealth.
She felt invincible with her siblings by her side. They were destined to conquer by divine right. No one would be able to touch them-- these young monsters, that they were, beings to bring others cowering with their prowess, wreathed in
There was dangerous force about her presence as she walked, the juvenile running high on her own strength. As the gal moved, she split the reeds with ease and they parted before her, bowing their supplication to the arrival of three heroes.
The untamed girl's seamless motions worked in unearthly sync with her siblings, signifying the unity that she craved for so heavily. Her body? Smooth like water. Lithe and supple, trimmed of the excess baby fat to leave behind only rippling muscle beginning to be honed.
Now she was truly a force to be reckoned with-- always had been in fact, for she sported claws sharper since she had last been here. Truer to the unruly nature she never tried to conceal.
She was a predator prowling through her realm, cloaked in menace, and everything within her calculative gaze was for the taking.
---
Their nest had been invaded. The acrid stench of an intruder sat heavy and thick on her tongue, in the back of her throat and clung jealously to her nostrils. The scent traced along the edges of their garish nest. Disturbed by weeks of being unkept, yet still marked with the same ivory bones of glorious trophies and feathers that made up it's boundary and outer crown.
'Do not fret, dear sister,' She lisped in their dialect, growl husky with ominous ebb and flow of the tentative lust for blood. 'I will find the invader and kill them myself. You shall get your rest.' The anticipation of her muscles working like a well oiled machine, lethal talons dancing through the air like heralders of death to bring an end to the miserable life of encroacher was like no other. Her teeth itched, white incisors like razors and ancient instincts flaring with the compulsion to rend hot red. Ready to sink into the soft flesh of any who intrude their intimacy or oppose their power.
A cold gaze akin to slivers of ice flickered upon Lucifer's presence. Sensed the familiarity of warmth and tender motherhood. Gossamer and pure, long before Exodus saw him.
Instantly, Exodus was awash with relief and comfort, the ache of journey's gift fading away and stripped all lingering weariness from her being.
Luciferus offers a blanket of protection with his own vessel, and Exodus pushes into it with a grateful exhale of air much like a sigh. She revels in her mother's strength, drinking in quiet comfort. No words are needed. None would be.
[align=right][glow=black,2,300]You got to see the artistry
In tearing the place apart with me, baby ★[/glow]
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