11-12-2018, 03:48 AM
[div style="cursor: url("http://cur.cursors-4u.net/cursors/cur-9/cur836.cur"), auto; margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]The tips of her crest are lined with gold, a glittering crown against her head. Eyes are earthen, deep and rich. Coffee-brown tones embrace slit pupils, pricked with a predatory gleam as the alpha’s talons strike the dirt beneath her. Weapons sink beneath the ground, kicking dirt behind, feathers rising against the sunlight that drips to the bottom floor. She makes a sharp turn, leaves rustling as she delves through the undergrowth. Her nostrils are flared, zoning in on the odour of prey, teeth bared in amusement. Her mind was so absorbed in the chase, forgetting about Exodus who trailed behind her, undistracted by her sister’s inelegance following her alabaster brilliance. She doesn’t realise the brooding cloud of envy which has begun to brew within Exodus’ subconscious, a heavy fog that follows in spite, swarming and ready to strangle her. Desire roams like a beast, a vengeful spirit that haunts her – she who is the unsuspecting prey, both the chaser and the chased.
Energy streams through her muscles, fibres burning with strength. She launches her body closer and closer towards the smell, dashing through the wilderness, cold wind gushing against her icy cheeks. Ivory feathers float behind her graceful form that speeds across the territory, drifting towards the ground like soft petals. Virgo’s claws strike at a puddle of water, refracted droplets drizzling past her royal physique. The alpha, in a silent beauty, skids to a stop. They have surrounded the poor creature, a deer washed with fear, understanding that this would be her demise. Talons land heavily, scratching the grass as the utahraptor’s head lowers, gaze narrowing in wicked amusement. ”As always, sister,” the alpha commands, tone sweet when she shifts gears, sprinting forward. Her instruction to Exodus was to do what they always did, where the rest of the pack would force their prey to be unable to run, allowing for Virgo to sweep in for a free kill.
She screeches, wings spread behind her like a flying cape, talons outstretched. Her weapons latch onto the doe’s back, sinking at the base of her neck and causing the prey to cry. Weight against her, the creature topples over, enough for Virgo to immediately strike at the throat. Her heart thunders against her chest, breathing heavily, pupils constricted. Adrenaline swims within her bloodstream, tongue sliding over teeth. Her claws skim against the doe’s frail form, still feeling the prey’s pulse desperately trying to keep her alive, sanguine drooling into the soil. ”We thank you for your noble sacrifice,” she whispers beneath a breath, the barbaric queen tilting her head towards the dying deer. Virgo draws her face closer towards the doe’s face, the animal’s eyes are still darting when the feral raises her talons again, landing the final blow. She slowly pulls herself away, crimson dripping from her talons as her earthly gaze shifts towards Exodus.
The alpha steps back, tucking her wings at her side. She straightens her posture. Her feathered tail hovers over the ground like a gentle branch. She locks contact on her soil-skinned sister, lips parting when she rasps: ”The heart if you will.” As always, and as it should be for eternity, she will be presented the heart of the prey. The first bite will be hers before allowing the scraps to be consumed by Exodus and then her brother, Ament. Virgo relaxes, lowering her body and waiting with a kingly patience.
Energy streams through her muscles, fibres burning with strength. She launches her body closer and closer towards the smell, dashing through the wilderness, cold wind gushing against her icy cheeks. Ivory feathers float behind her graceful form that speeds across the territory, drifting towards the ground like soft petals. Virgo’s claws strike at a puddle of water, refracted droplets drizzling past her royal physique. The alpha, in a silent beauty, skids to a stop. They have surrounded the poor creature, a deer washed with fear, understanding that this would be her demise. Talons land heavily, scratching the grass as the utahraptor’s head lowers, gaze narrowing in wicked amusement. ”As always, sister,” the alpha commands, tone sweet when she shifts gears, sprinting forward. Her instruction to Exodus was to do what they always did, where the rest of the pack would force their prey to be unable to run, allowing for Virgo to sweep in for a free kill.
She screeches, wings spread behind her like a flying cape, talons outstretched. Her weapons latch onto the doe’s back, sinking at the base of her neck and causing the prey to cry. Weight against her, the creature topples over, enough for Virgo to immediately strike at the throat. Her heart thunders against her chest, breathing heavily, pupils constricted. Adrenaline swims within her bloodstream, tongue sliding over teeth. Her claws skim against the doe’s frail form, still feeling the prey’s pulse desperately trying to keep her alive, sanguine drooling into the soil. ”We thank you for your noble sacrifice,” she whispers beneath a breath, the barbaric queen tilting her head towards the dying deer. Virgo draws her face closer towards the doe’s face, the animal’s eyes are still darting when the feral raises her talons again, landing the final blow. She slowly pulls herself away, crimson dripping from her talons as her earthly gaze shifts towards Exodus.
The alpha steps back, tucking her wings at her side. She straightens her posture. Her feathered tail hovers over the ground like a gentle branch. She locks contact on her soil-skinned sister, lips parting when she rasps: ”The heart if you will.” As always, and as it should be for eternity, she will be presented the heart of the prey. The first bite will be hers before allowing the scraps to be consumed by Exodus and then her brother, Ament. Virgo relaxes, lowering her body and waiting with a kingly patience.