MONROE

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Powerful were his utahraptors, raw and pure power filled their legs and tails and jaws. It was enrapturing how they could destroy things in packs, but it was also tragic. They were feral, had no sense of right from wrong, especially when shown fear or aggression. He didn't control them, he could only hope they listened to him based on the amount of respect they had for him.

The german shepherd had caught wind of the now familiar smell of Sunhaven on their borders, and his fur bristled angrily. Were they back to accuse his children again? Swiftly, he made his way over, clicking his tongue.

"Business here, sirs?" Owen asked calmly, an eyebrow cocked.

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It took a lot for someone to convince Pincher to care for anything that was not part of his focus. If you were not on his good side, he wouldn't care. One could die and the demigod wouldn't bat an eye if it was not someone he cared for or had made a deal of protecting and ensuring safety. Meaning his family, crew, and allies. Anyone outside that circle was fresh meat for him and his group to slaughter, no matter what. It was how things were and frankly, Pincher was not going to change that and he would stick to his morals, if he did, he would have a weakass spine for not sticking to what he believed in. He held simple rules to make sure nothing turned to shit but anyone that wasn't under his eye and attention were just as insignificant as specks of dusts in his perspective.

The male was under the water when the Sunhaveners arrived, his muscular form had shapeshifted into his dragon one to swim more effinietly through the powerful currents, his finned limbs churning the water softly before deciding to submerge, his horned skull breaking the crystalline reef's surface as he stepped out onto the shore with his jaws clamped around a large net filled with writhing fish. He was ready to turn towards the tavern's to hang the fish for smoking when his forked tongue poked out to catch the scent of Sunhaven once again. His glowing gaze rolled with slight annoyance, wondering what they wanted now. They weren't allies and Pincher doubted that Monroe was interested in forming a positive relationship between them so the temptation to chase them off was growing. The jet-black dragon simply let the net be hung by a tree by some arriving npcs before stalking towards the outline of figures. He followed in shortly after Owen, noticing the slightly angered appearance of the canine. Oh? Had trouble bubbled up? The lumbering beast craned his neck down to be able to see them fine as the winged leviathan rumbled "What are you doing here with your little buddies, Monroe?" Pincher quirked a fictional eyebrow as the dragon rolled it's tattooed shoulders as he waited for a response.

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MONROE

Oh, Bucky was quite livid regarding what happened in their territory with the utahraptor. First off, he was pissed that the beast trespassed(whether or not it knows borderlines, it has a nose!) and snacked on their clanmate! Two, Owen made it seemed like they were at fault for what happened, insisting that they need to watch their backs for the future and to try not to 'piss it off'. Complete bullshit, Bucky shouldn't feel worried about patrolling his own territory, and nor should any other Sunhaven members. When the maine coon watched Owen enter the scene, the male had to hold back a scoff at the canine's question. It felt like the canine was acting like he didn't have a single clue on why he, Monroe, and Pierce are here. As if the incident never happened, the male drew his ears back to his skull in suspicion.

Bucky looked over at Pincher for a moment, assuming they're the leader of the Typhoon, considering how they addressed Monroe. Bucky nodded in agreement with Monroe's words, glancing at the shark feline for a moment. Bucky doesn't really know Pincher, he has no idea what the male is like as a leader, or how difficult this might be to convince him to control the raptor. Bucky assumed that Pincher must know the Utahraptor, little does he know there are more than one, lives here, and must be keeping it away from members somehow. If he can keep the raptor controlled in Typhoon territory, then they should be able to keep it from wandering off into other territories and reeking havoc. Bucky also wondered what Owen was going to say in their defense, he'll be pissed if the canine acts like Delta was innocent again.

"I'm not sure we've properly met. Name's Owen, these are my children, Delta and Charlie. Now then, is there a reason why you're here to complain? I've already explained. If you want my girls punished, you're not getting that. They're feral creatures, and you walking up to Delta acting aggressive while she had food- it doesn't matter what it was- and you expect her not to attack?" Owen snapped back, fangs bared towards the maine coon that had arrived. While Monroe wasn't seeing things in a feral animal's aspect, Owen was also being bias against his own children.

Pincher's arrival wasn't dismissed with a rude growl, in fact, Owen actually dipped his head slightly to the dragon. A sign of respect from the german shepherd yet to be seen by many. Then, Delta and Charlie arrived, and Owen chittered out his own greeting to the two. It was obvious that Owen himself was pissed. After all, Monroe had tied Delta down after literally pissing her off. What did he expect her to do- apologize? "Pack hold." Owen babbled to his girls, golden eyes turning back to nod his head in greeting, his own tail lashing angrily behind him. He was pissed, and it was directed towards the group in front of him. Maybe it was to rile up his girls on purpose, to get them to intimidate the Sunhaven members enough so they won't fuck with the Typhoon. Owen saw this as an opportunity to prove himself and the girls to Pincher. He wasn't weak, and neither were his girls. This was their home, too.

"Eyes on me. Move." Came the strict, dominant command from the Alpha himself. If Pincher told him to stand down, he would, but right now, Owen only saw this group as a threat to his own pack. With his command, Owen began to shift his body to the left more, away from Pincher and closer to a more open side, but only a few steps.

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Before Owen began to annoyingly explain himself for a second time, not only ddi the same raptor from before show up, a second raptor arrived too. The male's body tensed up as the utahraptors got close, metal claws beginning to dig into the ground. If one of them lunged for him, there'd be little chances of him being able to fight back. While he's a highly trained assassin, or well former, he can't compete compared to huge giant lizards! He looked back over at Owen, eyes gleaming furiously as he listened to the canine snap, Owen baring his fangs specifically at him. If that's suppose to scare him, Owen better do a better job- if there's any need for an attack right now, Owen would be a perfect target. While the canine is slightly bigger, it's better than a dinosaur. "If they're your children, shouldn't you keep them under fucking control-" Bucky began to reply to Owen, but he was cut off. Why? Oh, no big deal, Bucky didn't see Delta's long, muscular tail coming straight towards him.

With a surprised yelp, the maine coon went flying through the air. It was like Delta's tail was the bat, and Bucky was the baseball- there wasn't anyway he wouldn't be thrown off to the side from it. The male landed roughly on the ground a couple feet away, metal claws digging into the ground to stop him from sliding. Well, that hurt like shit- he's definitely going to have some bruises later. But that wasn't a concern on Bucky's mind- the raptors were. His ears pricked up as he heard Delta's feral screech, the former assassin quickly scrambling onto his paws. The utahraptor was heading straight for Monroe, with their claws outstretched. "Get away from him, you piece of shit!" The former assassin yowled with a dangerously low, threatening voice- fury burning in his eyes. Without another word, the maine coon would attempt to lunge forward, attempting to land on [member=2301]- DELTA -[/member]'s back, hoping to dig his metal claws into her rough skin.