His large body slides against the foliage of the devastated island. Watching and looking at the plants that have settled over thick tree trunks and the washed up debris of rocks and driftwood. There is hunger rolling in his belly, deep and unsatisfied as large bipedal limbs slowly press against the soft ground. Large talons shift, a larger dew claw tapping the ground in almost anticipaceipn at the idea of being able to get his fill for the day and perhaps even the next day after that. Slowly he begins to move through the foliage, head lowered as large nostrils flare open and take in the scent of the territory that he claimed as his. The apex predator opened his wings for a moment before relaxing them slowly. Arms relaxed at his sides yet the sickle like claws are clutched tightly. But a sudden movement of his head indicates that he has smelled something. Something that he would think of as prey, weak and feeble. The feral creature isn't one to pass up on the idea of a meal even if he is full as he doesn't know when he will next eat. So the ghostly white raptor hybrid moves forward following the scent of the prey that calls to him. His eyes narrow, salmon red colored orbs fixated on the task at hand. This tail balances corded and large muscles as he steps over a fallen tree getting closer and closer.

Slowly his scales seem to shift, blending in to the surrounding area and rendering the beast invisible to the eyes of his prey. His jaws part on a low breath, anticipation mounting as the white colored look comes into view. He has never seen a creature like this before but it hardly matters to the killing machine. He is hungry and he has found what he thinks is prey. His body lowers as he watches, staying back and well within coverage as he moves closer to try and get a better angle to attack. Ambushing his prey is a key technique and he doesn't mind throwing his weight around.

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"SPEECH"

The beast tilts his head a bit as he watches the other. His claw still tapping against the ground, the need to lunge and to snap his jaws around the pet's throat surfacing. He is a ravenous creation that much is certain but for the moment he watches, carefully. Yet there is a flash of confusion as the creature comes closer to where he is. This should be good considering it gets him closer to his prey for a quicker kill. Yet, the way the lion stumbles over to him makes the beast pause but only for a moment. For when the lion touches his eye instincts kick in. The odd horizontal eyelid sides over the salmon red orb and the great beast gives out a screech of pure malice and feral fury. He lunges then, aiming to slam a foot against the lion's side and throw him to the ground. His large maw parts on a sudden scream that vibrates through the foliage around them.

Large wings flare open and beat the air as Ghost screams. Vocalizing his dominance to the world as he suddenly jumps forward to attempt to possibly snap his jaws around the midsection of the lion and jerk him across the ground potentially. He is without pause, without mercy in the way that he attacks. Looking to split flesh and break bones. Killing his prey is merely all he thinks of and not letting them get any sort of harming blows on him. An injury to him could make him weak and he is the alpha. He is dominant.
"SPEECH"

With the lion trapped in his jaws the beast attempted to press down on the other's body with one large foot, hoping to keep him down as he contemplated the killing blow. But he was soon distracted by the appearance of another creature and his salmon red orbs shifted suddenly to keep the in his field of view. Tilting his head he watched their body language. Not understanding the speech that they were using but he understood that submissive stance. The head held down low and the way in which they tried not to show any aggression toward him. He understood them to not be a threat to him and that was all that mattered. Slowly his head tilted to the side, a slow and elongated hiss leaving his throat as he potentially pressed down harder on the lion's ribs beneath him. The sound almost sounded curious as he slowly moved away from the lion, taking in huffs of the air around him in a sense to pick away Stheno's scent from the area around him. He didn't know what this creature was but they held no fear scent that he could pick up, meaning that they were not prey and so instead they might be something else. Slowly she flexed the sickle like claws on his digits, curling his jaws to reveal large incisors that were ment for tearing into his prey.

Right now he was distracted by the other, waiting to see and figure out what they were if they were not prey and they were not a threat to his territory. Maybe something he could let live. Maybe. But his stomach urged him for food and he would not stay docile for too long.
"SPEECH"