10-25-2018, 10:25 PM
[div style="width: 200px; overflow: auto; width: overflow: auto; font-family: timesnewroman; text-align: justify; max-height: 400px; "]her face is etched into the equivalent of a pout, lines on her brown skin molded with epic displeasure and barbaric features bared in an imitation of a scowl. she has grown familiar with conveying how she feels on body and voice alone. feathers raised, growl edged into savage teeth.
the rock had truly awoken her ire.
her displeasure is palpable, bitterness curling it's wretched hands around her heart. she senses mother long before she sees the black skin as dark as the eternal night. mother came asking a question- one tinged in slight concern. mother was always looking out for her-- including things that may earn exodus’s vexation.
another snort disturbed the fragile air. a snort full of childish tantrum-- not directed at mother though. never mother. he was the one undeserving of her resentment. it was rather, the rock. The simple, smooth, ovule rock that had offended her by daring to look like a snack. the accursed thing had offended her by deceiving her in her desire to feed.
the carnivorous craving she bore towards her own kind was a heinous, unthinkable thing. but was it, really? the very thought of sinking her deadly teeth into the soft body of the unborn child of a creature of her species-- it was of no relevance, no real consequence. for her savage being, there was no kinship to be found in her towards them for the sake of a mere shared genus. eater of her own kind’s flesh was she, and unconscious of that fact was she also. blood’s bond was what truly mattered, for it was crafted upon her soul to wholly disregard those not tied to her ideal kin and deeply rooted, unshakable sense of family.
the other utahraptors that did not echo her pure familial ties? she knows within her heart they are no more different than the weak, frantic prey she reduces to ruin with crafty expertise-- and she would treat them as such, for her ties to additonal beasts who shared nothing more her species’ makeup were as thin as a spider’s crafted string, and about as strong as it. all life existed to die for her and her ilk’s nourishment. her family’s blood made all the difference from friend and snack in relation to her being. she knows what she would do-- what she must have done, as any other creature would have.
much like a cruel god looking upon unrelated brethren, exodus rather thought that the similarities between her and any other raptor not of her noble bloodline was no guarantee that she would spare them.
had the thing been real, exodus would have plucked the growing babe from the “egg’s” womb like an ominous devil to devour it without an inch of flawed hesitation or regret stained upon her wild soul like ink. mother nature was a cruel reality, and a mother just as callous as her children and colder than her title. exodus heeded to it’s biddings. it was only the way-- the natural and right order of the world.
smoldering eyes of molten amber narrowed upon the rock with uncanny loathing. inanimate or not, anything that failed to please her was not worthy of her mercy. she was a rash in her irritation, seeking out to destroy what she despised with tooth and claw. a rock was no exception. surely it would not get the better of her, a superior being?
“it is truly a useless rock, mother,” she responded with ease. her hellish, sharp gaze sends piercing, sharp daggers lancing at the stone for all the world like she could kill it with her looks alone. like she could kill something that was never alive to begin with. by gods, she would.
“it is not the plump egg i desire,” in lilting tones and soft warbles that only she and her mother could speak in and understand did she croon. “i must destroy it.”
[align=right][glow=black,2,300]You got to see the artistry
In tearing the place apart with me, baby ★[/glow]
the rock had truly awoken her ire.
her displeasure is palpable, bitterness curling it's wretched hands around her heart. she senses mother long before she sees the black skin as dark as the eternal night. mother came asking a question- one tinged in slight concern. mother was always looking out for her-- including things that may earn exodus’s vexation.
another snort disturbed the fragile air. a snort full of childish tantrum-- not directed at mother though. never mother. he was the one undeserving of her resentment. it was rather, the rock. The simple, smooth, ovule rock that had offended her by daring to look like a snack. the accursed thing had offended her by deceiving her in her desire to feed.
the carnivorous craving she bore towards her own kind was a heinous, unthinkable thing. but was it, really? the very thought of sinking her deadly teeth into the soft body of the unborn child of a creature of her species-- it was of no relevance, no real consequence. for her savage being, there was no kinship to be found in her towards them for the sake of a mere shared genus. eater of her own kind’s flesh was she, and unconscious of that fact was she also. blood’s bond was what truly mattered, for it was crafted upon her soul to wholly disregard those not tied to her ideal kin and deeply rooted, unshakable sense of family.
the other utahraptors that did not echo her pure familial ties? she knows within her heart they are no more different than the weak, frantic prey she reduces to ruin with crafty expertise-- and she would treat them as such, for her ties to additonal beasts who shared nothing more her species’ makeup were as thin as a spider’s crafted string, and about as strong as it. all life existed to die for her and her ilk’s nourishment. her family’s blood made all the difference from friend and snack in relation to her being. she knows what she would do-- what she must have done, as any other creature would have.
much like a cruel god looking upon unrelated brethren, exodus rather thought that the similarities between her and any other raptor not of her noble bloodline was no guarantee that she would spare them.
had the thing been real, exodus would have plucked the growing babe from the “egg’s” womb like an ominous devil to devour it without an inch of flawed hesitation or regret stained upon her wild soul like ink. mother nature was a cruel reality, and a mother just as callous as her children and colder than her title. exodus heeded to it’s biddings. it was only the way-- the natural and right order of the world.
smoldering eyes of molten amber narrowed upon the rock with uncanny loathing. inanimate or not, anything that failed to please her was not worthy of her mercy. she was a rash in her irritation, seeking out to destroy what she despised with tooth and claw. a rock was no exception. surely it would not get the better of her, a superior being?
“it is truly a useless rock, mother,” she responded with ease. her hellish, sharp gaze sends piercing, sharp daggers lancing at the stone for all the world like she could kill it with her looks alone. like she could kill something that was never alive to begin with. by gods, she would.
“it is not the plump egg i desire,” in lilting tones and soft warbles that only she and her mother could speak in and understand did she croon. “i must destroy it.”
[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