10-30-2018, 10:39 PM
[div style="width: 200px; overflow: auto; width: overflow: auto; font-family: timesnewroman; text-align: justify; max-height: 400px; "]Gilded sunlight swam through the trees.
Exodus was unconsciously mussing circles into the feathered skin of the being closest to her with lethal claws gentled to the task at hand, parting the quills of feathers like a sea. As if she could rub the comfort into the boundaries of her sibling's skin.
Morning phlegm clung to her throat with the resin that made itself known with the rising sun.
The raptor inhales generously to clear her choked throat, and returns with loving sneezes. Her wrinkled snout, skin displaced from the flex of her muscles at the abrupt force of a sniffle.
Deval is fuzzy. Where she is touching, his sable feathers are the softest. The bristules are light and dusty. Sparse. Sappiness sits heavy in tender sleep-cracked limbs, a deep aching thrum as she gently brushes sleep away from the fringes of heavy eyelids.
Pillowy and velvet like cotton that she would never want to depart from, is the only way she could describe the body ticked beneath her chin like a pillow, her own tail tangled over their frame like a limp banner. And if she listens hard enough, she can hear their treasured heart beating the tender, wild litany of life within. Life that she would protect to the ends of eternity.
It was odd for a beast such as herself to be so vulnerable. So loving and careful. She was fire and rage with the day's tide, but whenever the predator was surrounded with her family, peace flooded her veins and made itself a home with the hollow in her chest. But who could blame her? For within Exodus's tiny little world, family was everything.
Exodus is traced with sleep's achingly slow touch that buzzes throughout and breathes playfully against her spine. Lazy, lethargically basking in the glow of her siblings. She has all the time in the world for the world for them.
She shifts her head across the expanse of a plump side belly.
She savors their company, bone deep. Needed her family like soft sunlight and unhurried contact. Chases the friction between the ones she is so dependant upon.
The first thing Exodus notices about her younger brother is that he is pudgy, soft and warm down in all the right places.
In short, she was just really taking full advantage of her brother's cushiony grace.
She, Exodus, is unabashedly substituting her brother for a pillow of flesh and feather and skin where she can feel the grooves and bumps beneath.
Softly, slowly comes the creep of an urge, sharp like the lick of a whip, lashes through her hind brain. An itch she can't shake. Upon it, she reaches out to nibble on a primary feather of the other-- a thing of compulsion, as she has always been driven by. Compulsion. It's a wonderful thing, because it speaks softly to her and aside from Virgo's commanding chirp and Luciferus's sonorous, loving rumble, it is the one thing she trusts and relies upon much like breathing.
[member=2707]DEVAL.[/member] [member=1827]AMENT .[/member] [member=232]LUCIFER GRIMM.[/member]
[align=right][glow=black,2,300]You got to see the artistry
In tearing the place apart with me, baby ★[/glow]
Exodus was unconsciously mussing circles into the feathered skin of the being closest to her with lethal claws gentled to the task at hand, parting the quills of feathers like a sea. As if she could rub the comfort into the boundaries of her sibling's skin.
Morning phlegm clung to her throat with the resin that made itself known with the rising sun.
The raptor inhales generously to clear her choked throat, and returns with loving sneezes. Her wrinkled snout, skin displaced from the flex of her muscles at the abrupt force of a sniffle.
Deval is fuzzy. Where she is touching, his sable feathers are the softest. The bristules are light and dusty. Sparse. Sappiness sits heavy in tender sleep-cracked limbs, a deep aching thrum as she gently brushes sleep away from the fringes of heavy eyelids.
Pillowy and velvet like cotton that she would never want to depart from, is the only way she could describe the body ticked beneath her chin like a pillow, her own tail tangled over their frame like a limp banner. And if she listens hard enough, she can hear their treasured heart beating the tender, wild litany of life within. Life that she would protect to the ends of eternity.
It was odd for a beast such as herself to be so vulnerable. So loving and careful. She was fire and rage with the day's tide, but whenever the predator was surrounded with her family, peace flooded her veins and made itself a home with the hollow in her chest. But who could blame her? For within Exodus's tiny little world, family was everything.
Exodus is traced with sleep's achingly slow touch that buzzes throughout and breathes playfully against her spine. Lazy, lethargically basking in the glow of her siblings. She has all the time in the world for the world for them.
She shifts her head across the expanse of a plump side belly.
She savors their company, bone deep. Needed her family like soft sunlight and unhurried contact. Chases the friction between the ones she is so dependant upon.
The first thing Exodus notices about her younger brother is that he is pudgy, soft and warm down in all the right places.
In short, she was just really taking full advantage of her brother's cushiony grace.
She, Exodus, is unabashedly substituting her brother for a pillow of flesh and feather and skin where she can feel the grooves and bumps beneath.
Softly, slowly comes the creep of an urge, sharp like the lick of a whip, lashes through her hind brain. An itch she can't shake. Upon it, she reaches out to nibble on a primary feather of the other-- a thing of compulsion, as she has always been driven by. Compulsion. It's a wonderful thing, because it speaks softly to her and aside from Virgo's commanding chirp and Luciferus's sonorous, loving rumble, it is the one thing she trusts and relies upon much like breathing.
[member=2707]DEVAL.[/member] [member=1827]AMENT .[/member] [member=232]LUCIFER GRIMM.[/member]
[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