10-28-2018, 09:33 PM
[div style="width: 200px; overflow: auto; width: overflow: auto; font-family: timesnewroman; text-align: justify; max-height: 400px; "]There is the twinkle of rare mirth in her eyes at Ament's generous return of contact; only to be quickly stifled like the groan of fire shedding it's orange embers fot steam at the kiss of water with the realization of what he was really doing.
The uncomforting, unwelcome sensation of her quills being mussed out of place by a prodding snout snaps her attention to his more firmly, when she thought she would move past him without fuss. Her preening was a work of pride; a skill she coveted herself upon. Spent hours upon hours a day, consuming eons trying to achieve her level of tidyness. She could never look as well kept, or clean cut or pure like the goddess that was her alpha, but her urges screamed with the compulsion to be clean in the way that only raptors could-- by preening. And now her efforts were soiled.
A magnificent, animalistic pout laced her features like the fine stroke of a brush, crossing a barbaric face that shouldn't be nearly so expressive.
Exodus cast her favored brother a downright dirty look that reeked of promised vengeance despite the lack of real heat unearthed amongst her feral, vivid gaze. The expression was clear as the unblemished pools of the typhoon's territory, such raw emotion bidden upon her face. She did not need to utter the petrified tongue to make her intent known to him. 'I'll get you back for this,' He best be on alert. She could be a menace if she wanted to be.
Exodus knows wherein she must be in accordance to her sister, who pulls her helplessly, circling into her blessed orbit. She knows how to act around a divine being. The knowledge of timeless respect is hammered into her bones by sheer discipline and instinct. Knew how to give Virgo the love and attention and adoration she had so seamlessly demanded of her. And Exodus yielded it onto her like a present wrapped in the finest silk. Because as the alpha, it was the praise her sister deserved from her birthright. Exodus gives Virgo the due she has always deserved since the beginning of time, and her sister leads them like the sheppard divining a path full of radiance, for his sheep. A trade far too generous in her eyes. Then again, Virgo has always been merciful in that way.
Virgo passes them, like a blaze. But one not filled with wrathful, wasteful force. Rather quiet, contained. Elegant. All the more powerful, unstoppable and overwhelming.
Standing to attention like the good little soldier she is, her vessel sings with quiet reverence in the warmth of the alpha's presence. Something intangible to behold. There were moments in between, where her gaze would become doe eyed and dewey, coalesced in wonder like glass at the sight of her siblings.
For a beast of herself-- so full of the unfettered, temperemental danger lurking beneath her wild frame, one would think she to be capable of the choking affection that crawls up her throat at the sight of her family. It is without any doubt that she refuses to bestow the same sentimentality upon tbe other, foreign beings who walked this earth. and yet
with her family, she can afford to be soft with them. it is proof of their unbreakable bond. the covenant between them.
Exodus smelt and sensed Pincher long before he made his presence known with the incoherent, graceless babble of his kind's tongue. Virgo's reaction the minute rise of her stiff crest was only reinforcement. Indication that something was wrong.
To her, the moment is ruined with the presence of captain. She faintly recognises Pincher and his scent from her youthful days, where she was weak and pitiful (long gone are those days), crawling through tunnels swimming with the shadows of water and the dwellers within. She remembers when she possessed a vessel far smaller than her own now, crawling onto the alpha of prey with the foolish eagerness of youth to exert dominance over the jaguar with wicked claws and teeth. Of course, lady luck had blessed him with the chance to survive she and her sister's ferocious attack. But next time? He would not be quite so privileged, the dinosaur heartily convinced herself.
Mother's simple answer to the other's sudden presence had stifled the seed of aggression within her body before it could blossom. Like a sickly little thing, it withered away and died as quickly as it had came.
The eldritch being's seamlessly easful dismissiveness of the intruding audience had put Exodus's heart at ease, though it had been prrviously set roaring aflame at Virgo's acknowledgement of Pincher. Because she longed to be so fine tuned to the pack that their needs were her's as well. The alpha? Even more so. To be bound like them like lungs was to air was her deep desire, carved from sheer necessity. Anything that displeased the eldest, displeased her as well.
But mother came with an offer she couldn't refuse. For all of her wants and wills and instintually driven needs to strengthen the bond of the pack by aligning herself with them, Exodus craved her own independence. She was not nearly so incapable as to be unable to make decisions without the alpha herself, but as she had grown older, the ache in her bones had grown stronger. A wisdom, deep rooted and engraved into the very grooves of her heart had told her that the importance of the pack and it's leader was ever more crucial than it had before. It was sacred.
But whatever hesitation she had at holding back was dissipated with the thought of the bountiful, vast expanse of space above her.
The sky was wondrous. Blessed. The heavenly wonder of mysterious beings that she wished to reach out and taste for herself, to grasp those powdery clouds like floss. Wifts drifting like outstretched smoke from the gaps in her talons.
She wished to taste and breathe that immaculate air. The gal wished that for all of them. And oh, how she wanted, and craved.
Her resolve shattered at Ament's response, urged without the decision of their resplendant leader. Surely it was not blashpemy to crave something so blessed for all of them?
"I," She spoke alone. She spoke for herself, without the influence of the Radiant one. An action once unthinkable to herself. Is it blasphemy?
Once, she would have detested the possibility her sister's powerful, quiet wrath in response to this act of impiety. Irreverent, is what it is, for sheer obedience has been carved so deeply into her time and time again. But now, with each passing day, she finds some thing quietly slipping away from her loyalty sheathed soul. Bit by bit. Akin to whispering particles flung awry in the wind.
And now she craves whatever little power she has over her own self-- the right to make her own decisions. Craves it more than anything else, above the burning fire in her gut for the superficial things of this world. Finds it a little easier to breathe this way. "Would love that," The first breath of her rebellion, uttered with a single agreement. And that was only the start.
[align=right][glow=black,2,300]You got to see the artistry
In tearing the place apart with me, baby ★[/glow]
The uncomforting, unwelcome sensation of her quills being mussed out of place by a prodding snout snaps her attention to his more firmly, when she thought she would move past him without fuss. Her preening was a work of pride; a skill she coveted herself upon. Spent hours upon hours a day, consuming eons trying to achieve her level of tidyness. She could never look as well kept, or clean cut or pure like the goddess that was her alpha, but her urges screamed with the compulsion to be clean in the way that only raptors could-- by preening. And now her efforts were soiled.
A magnificent, animalistic pout laced her features like the fine stroke of a brush, crossing a barbaric face that shouldn't be nearly so expressive.
Exodus cast her favored brother a downright dirty look that reeked of promised vengeance despite the lack of real heat unearthed amongst her feral, vivid gaze. The expression was clear as the unblemished pools of the typhoon's territory, such raw emotion bidden upon her face. She did not need to utter the petrified tongue to make her intent known to him. 'I'll get you back for this,' He best be on alert. She could be a menace if she wanted to be.
Exodus knows wherein she must be in accordance to her sister, who pulls her helplessly, circling into her blessed orbit. She knows how to act around a divine being. The knowledge of timeless respect is hammered into her bones by sheer discipline and instinct. Knew how to give Virgo the love and attention and adoration she had so seamlessly demanded of her. And Exodus yielded it onto her like a present wrapped in the finest silk. Because as the alpha, it was the praise her sister deserved from her birthright. Exodus gives Virgo the due she has always deserved since the beginning of time, and her sister leads them like the sheppard divining a path full of radiance, for his sheep. A trade far too generous in her eyes. Then again, Virgo has always been merciful in that way.
Virgo passes them, like a blaze. But one not filled with wrathful, wasteful force. Rather quiet, contained. Elegant. All the more powerful, unstoppable and overwhelming.
Standing to attention like the good little soldier she is, her vessel sings with quiet reverence in the warmth of the alpha's presence. Something intangible to behold. There were moments in between, where her gaze would become doe eyed and dewey, coalesced in wonder like glass at the sight of her siblings.
For a beast of herself-- so full of the unfettered, temperemental danger lurking beneath her wild frame, one would think she to be capable of the choking affection that crawls up her throat at the sight of her family. It is without any doubt that she refuses to bestow the same sentimentality upon tbe other, foreign beings who walked this earth. and yet
with her family, she can afford to be soft with them. it is proof of their unbreakable bond. the covenant between them.
Exodus smelt and sensed Pincher long before he made his presence known with the incoherent, graceless babble of his kind's tongue. Virgo's reaction the minute rise of her stiff crest was only reinforcement. Indication that something was wrong.
To her, the moment is ruined with the presence of captain. She faintly recognises Pincher and his scent from her youthful days, where she was weak and pitiful (long gone are those days), crawling through tunnels swimming with the shadows of water and the dwellers within. She remembers when she possessed a vessel far smaller than her own now, crawling onto the alpha of prey with the foolish eagerness of youth to exert dominance over the jaguar with wicked claws and teeth. Of course, lady luck had blessed him with the chance to survive she and her sister's ferocious attack. But next time? He would not be quite so privileged, the dinosaur heartily convinced herself.
Mother's simple answer to the other's sudden presence had stifled the seed of aggression within her body before it could blossom. Like a sickly little thing, it withered away and died as quickly as it had came.
The eldritch being's seamlessly easful dismissiveness of the intruding audience had put Exodus's heart at ease, though it had been prrviously set roaring aflame at Virgo's acknowledgement of Pincher. Because she longed to be so fine tuned to the pack that their needs were her's as well. The alpha? Even more so. To be bound like them like lungs was to air was her deep desire, carved from sheer necessity. Anything that displeased the eldest, displeased her as well.
But mother came with an offer she couldn't refuse. For all of her wants and wills and instintually driven needs to strengthen the bond of the pack by aligning herself with them, Exodus craved her own independence. She was not nearly so incapable as to be unable to make decisions without the alpha herself, but as she had grown older, the ache in her bones had grown stronger. A wisdom, deep rooted and engraved into the very grooves of her heart had told her that the importance of the pack and it's leader was ever more crucial than it had before. It was sacred.
But whatever hesitation she had at holding back was dissipated with the thought of the bountiful, vast expanse of space above her.
The sky was wondrous. Blessed. The heavenly wonder of mysterious beings that she wished to reach out and taste for herself, to grasp those powdery clouds like floss. Wifts drifting like outstretched smoke from the gaps in her talons.
She wished to taste and breathe that immaculate air. The gal wished that for all of them. And oh, how she wanted, and craved.
Her resolve shattered at Ament's response, urged without the decision of their resplendant leader. Surely it was not blashpemy to crave something so blessed for all of them?
"I," She spoke alone. She spoke for herself, without the influence of the Radiant one. An action once unthinkable to herself. Is it blasphemy?
Once, she would have detested the possibility her sister's powerful, quiet wrath in response to this act of impiety. Irreverent, is what it is, for sheer obedience has been carved so deeply into her time and time again. But now, with each passing day, she finds some thing quietly slipping away from her loyalty sheathed soul. Bit by bit. Akin to whispering particles flung awry in the wind.
And now she craves whatever little power she has over her own self-- the right to make her own decisions. Craves it more than anything else, above the burning fire in her gut for the superficial things of this world. Finds it a little easier to breathe this way. "Would love that," The first breath of her rebellion, uttered with a single agreement. And that was only the start.
[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