10-23-2018, 11:41 AM
[div style="width: 200px; overflow: auto; width: overflow: auto; font-family: timesnewroman; text-align: justify; max-height: 400px; "]It was amidst the gentle sunset's arrival when she came across the blue stone. effervescent streaks of glorious gold and purple creased in celestial boundary. Soft and gilded on a backdrop of burning, smoldering light and shining rays. The sun was dying, withering it's indomitable presence away for the climax of the day.
Exodus discovered it on a dune of sand. The rock was smooth, ovule like an egg and soft blue in color like the powdered sky.
She only retained vague memories of her hatching-- foggy and fleeting were they from her young age, like something she could not hold onto. Exodus scarcely remembered the hur of her own eggshell, fragile like delicate shards of shining glass as it crumbled easefully beneath her bucking kicks. The dinosaur did not know that the soft blue of the rock before her was so drastically different from her own egg's navy coloring, deep like the inky indigo of the night sky.
But she did know of the color blue. Blue, that was the tincture of her own egg shell from those days.
So dearly similar to the fat rock before her.
The stone was warm from the sun's kiss, and heavy enough to seem as if were carrying the weight of a growing being within.
It was painfully easy to mistake for an egg.
A utahraptor egg, in fact.
At this percieved misconception, the gal's mind clicked, realization dawning upon her ragged features and dancing with lingering discovery.
Perhaps it was stupidity that urged her to consider the possibility that this rock was the cradle for a growing being of her own kind. She, after all, was a fine thing, was birthed from a species founded on meticulous calculation and shrouded in sharp wit.
But Exodus had all the eager inexperience of youth, and a healthy dollop of stupidity as well.
Cautious inquisition overcame her features she leaned forward, cradled it into the crook of her neck and feeling the warmth of it against feather laced skin. Carefully, Exodus inspected the stone in the light of the sudden revelation that this 'egg' could harbor fellow creature of her own calibre-- no. Of her calibre? Not quite. It was beneath her. Vulnerable, weak. Not like the merciless glory of her siblings. Exodus's mind easfully drifted to despicable things.
She was hungry.
Exodus had her fair share of consuming eggs-- snatching them from nests situated far too intimately to the ground, snagged them from where they'd fallen to the ground.
A utahraptor egg would be no different. The youth was utterly unrepentant in her savage thoughts, robbed of virtue and principal, incapable of faulty standards, the shackles and fetters that were morals. The command to kill was written, coded into the very mainframe of her primal mind.
There was no motherly instinct singing within her bones-- nothing compelling her to nurture the thing before her. No love in her cold, callous heart for anything other than her sibling and darling sable mother.
To care for what did not benefit her was had never been seeded within her nature to begin with. She was the snapping, burning fire, ready to scorch all brfore her. The apex of heat, the antithesis of love.
And she revelled in destroying anything that was not of her kin.
For the inner wiles of her imagination dictated that the only ones of her species spared from her utter, shrewd verdict were her family. No one else would get that same courtesy.
Not even an egg. A fat utahraptor egg that she could ruthlesslg shred without a second pondering.
All the more meat for her.
Another utahraptor was a thing of caution, but she could spare no concern in her wretched heart for those not of her kin. It was of no threat to her. This organism, this living being--
was only food to the ruthless mind bathed in blood.
Searing callousness riddled her being. Was it not better for her to feed herself? To be nourished at the expense of this pitiful, lower creature?
Why, yes. Yes it was.
She was a selfishly gluttaneous thing, gizzard crying desperately for nourishment and ravenous hunger. Who could truly blame her? For she was a soul in a growing, needy body that demanded sustenance each day.
It was no mere matter of decision. Her answer was instantaneous. Were a viscious species, ancient vessels built on meticulous brute force and sharp wit. Every bone in her body, absolute and ferocious, sang with the urge to rob the life within.
Her stomach cooed it's dissent with churring hunger.
A decision had been made.
Malignant curiosity overwhelmed the barbaric gal, as she slid the egg from it's cradle in the groove of butterscotch sand and slid a heavy toed foot atop it's crest to press it in place, sickle claw resting and pointed finely on it's corona. Poised to strike.
The wickedly lethal claw came, slashing down with the intent to crack through the delicate membrane, snuffing and stealing the life of the fragile soul concealed within.
And then the ebony talon skittered off of the unexpectedly hard surface.
A hot and heavy gust of breath expelled from her nostrils. Warm like a hell's blaze with curious irritation.
Maybe she should try again.
This time her teeth came gnashing upon the hard skin of the rock, failing to puncture the stone beneath, and came away flabbergasted at the knowledge that something had not perished under her terrible jaws.
An egg should not be this hard.
Exodus sprung into the air with effortless ease, summoning the full devastation of her weight to drive into the cursed mineral with a final, shell shattering pounce.
It refused to shatter. Instead of squishing it flat beneath her, she wobbled on it's axis before tumbling to dispel the weight back to her feet against the sandy foundation of the island with an undignified stumble.
That's when she knew. This was no mere egg.
A long winded, theatrical scream of betrayal forced it's way down her throat and past her gaping jaws. It was a rageful thing full with the anguish of a child failed to achieve the treasure within. Treasure that was never there to begin with.
What trickery-- what mockery was this?
The gods had decieved her! This was not the tasty egg she'd been anticipating with the lust of hunger.
An explative of crude explatives spewed past her lip in ancient tongue, mindless in the consuming, searing flames of insurmountable ire.
Caught in the crescendo of her vexation, Exodus launched another ditch effort,to shatter the rock-- an impulse bred from defiance and spite, rather than solid rationale. She lashed out with a powerful leg, muscle coiling into a kick as she flung the curiously colored stone towards a crest of rocks nessled into a shallow divot on the beach. The collision sent the durable thing flying, but not destroyed.
She would crack the blasphemous, traitorous rock if it was the last thing she did.
/ tldr exo finds a rock that she think looks like an egg. finds out it isnt an egg, and is currently being a dramatic cry baby.
[align=right][glow=black,2,300]You got to see the artistry
In tearing the place apart with me, baby ★[/glow]
Exodus discovered it on a dune of sand. The rock was smooth, ovule like an egg and soft blue in color like the powdered sky.
She only retained vague memories of her hatching-- foggy and fleeting were they from her young age, like something she could not hold onto. Exodus scarcely remembered the hur of her own eggshell, fragile like delicate shards of shining glass as it crumbled easefully beneath her bucking kicks. The dinosaur did not know that the soft blue of the rock before her was so drastically different from her own egg's navy coloring, deep like the inky indigo of the night sky.
But she did know of the color blue. Blue, that was the tincture of her own egg shell from those days.
So dearly similar to the fat rock before her.
The stone was warm from the sun's kiss, and heavy enough to seem as if were carrying the weight of a growing being within.
It was painfully easy to mistake for an egg.
A utahraptor egg, in fact.
At this percieved misconception, the gal's mind clicked, realization dawning upon her ragged features and dancing with lingering discovery.
Perhaps it was stupidity that urged her to consider the possibility that this rock was the cradle for a growing being of her own kind. She, after all, was a fine thing, was birthed from a species founded on meticulous calculation and shrouded in sharp wit.
But Exodus had all the eager inexperience of youth, and a healthy dollop of stupidity as well.
Cautious inquisition overcame her features she leaned forward, cradled it into the crook of her neck and feeling the warmth of it against feather laced skin. Carefully, Exodus inspected the stone in the light of the sudden revelation that this 'egg' could harbor fellow creature of her own calibre-- no. Of her calibre? Not quite. It was beneath her. Vulnerable, weak. Not like the merciless glory of her siblings. Exodus's mind easfully drifted to despicable things.
She was hungry.
Exodus had her fair share of consuming eggs-- snatching them from nests situated far too intimately to the ground, snagged them from where they'd fallen to the ground.
A utahraptor egg would be no different. The youth was utterly unrepentant in her savage thoughts, robbed of virtue and principal, incapable of faulty standards, the shackles and fetters that were morals. The command to kill was written, coded into the very mainframe of her primal mind.
There was no motherly instinct singing within her bones-- nothing compelling her to nurture the thing before her. No love in her cold, callous heart for anything other than her sibling and darling sable mother.
To care for what did not benefit her was had never been seeded within her nature to begin with. She was the snapping, burning fire, ready to scorch all brfore her. The apex of heat, the antithesis of love.
And she revelled in destroying anything that was not of her kin.
For the inner wiles of her imagination dictated that the only ones of her species spared from her utter, shrewd verdict were her family. No one else would get that same courtesy.
Not even an egg. A fat utahraptor egg that she could ruthlesslg shred without a second pondering.
All the more meat for her.
Another utahraptor was a thing of caution, but she could spare no concern in her wretched heart for those not of her kin. It was of no threat to her. This organism, this living being--
was only food to the ruthless mind bathed in blood.
Searing callousness riddled her being. Was it not better for her to feed herself? To be nourished at the expense of this pitiful, lower creature?
Why, yes. Yes it was.
She was a selfishly gluttaneous thing, gizzard crying desperately for nourishment and ravenous hunger. Who could truly blame her? For she was a soul in a growing, needy body that demanded sustenance each day.
It was no mere matter of decision. Her answer was instantaneous. Were a viscious species, ancient vessels built on meticulous brute force and sharp wit. Every bone in her body, absolute and ferocious, sang with the urge to rob the life within.
Her stomach cooed it's dissent with churring hunger.
A decision had been made.
Malignant curiosity overwhelmed the barbaric gal, as she slid the egg from it's cradle in the groove of butterscotch sand and slid a heavy toed foot atop it's crest to press it in place, sickle claw resting and pointed finely on it's corona. Poised to strike.
The wickedly lethal claw came, slashing down with the intent to crack through the delicate membrane, snuffing and stealing the life of the fragile soul concealed within.
And then the ebony talon skittered off of the unexpectedly hard surface.
A hot and heavy gust of breath expelled from her nostrils. Warm like a hell's blaze with curious irritation.
Maybe she should try again.
This time her teeth came gnashing upon the hard skin of the rock, failing to puncture the stone beneath, and came away flabbergasted at the knowledge that something had not perished under her terrible jaws.
An egg should not be this hard.
Exodus sprung into the air with effortless ease, summoning the full devastation of her weight to drive into the cursed mineral with a final, shell shattering pounce.
It refused to shatter. Instead of squishing it flat beneath her, she wobbled on it's axis before tumbling to dispel the weight back to her feet against the sandy foundation of the island with an undignified stumble.
That's when she knew. This was no mere egg.
A long winded, theatrical scream of betrayal forced it's way down her throat and past her gaping jaws. It was a rageful thing full with the anguish of a child failed to achieve the treasure within. Treasure that was never there to begin with.
What trickery-- what mockery was this?
The gods had decieved her! This was not the tasty egg she'd been anticipating with the lust of hunger.
An explative of crude explatives spewed past her lip in ancient tongue, mindless in the consuming, searing flames of insurmountable ire.
Caught in the crescendo of her vexation, Exodus launched another ditch effort,to shatter the rock-- an impulse bred from defiance and spite, rather than solid rationale. She lashed out with a powerful leg, muscle coiling into a kick as she flung the curiously colored stone towards a crest of rocks nessled into a shallow divot on the beach. The collision sent the durable thing flying, but not destroyed.
She would crack the blasphemous, traitorous rock if it was the last thing she did.
/ tldr exo finds a rock that she think looks like an egg. finds out it isnt an egg, and is currently being a dramatic cry baby.
[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