EDWARD NYGMA

WHAT AM I?

Oh, oh my god- He hung from a ledge outside, watching the scene unfold and found his breath shaking. He’d been too late for poor little Persephone- he stared at her dying body as it was feasted on.
What could they do? These were dinosaurs. Outsmarting them was definitely an option, but how would they kick them out of here?
Come on Ed, you’re smart, think! This is kind of like Doughtry! You need to be brave!
You’re weak. Use weapons.

He didn’t HAVE a spear! Slingshot? No, these were weapons to build later. Ed saw rocks on the ground, grabbing two with his feet as he jumped to the roof of the shrine.
This act by them was illegal and disrespectful- and god did he wish he had a gun. Guns made life easy. Smart guys brought guns to fights.

"HEY! YOU!” He threw one of the rocks, aiming for the raptor’s eyes- either one. It probably wasn’t a good throw. He hung from the arch on the building by an arm, throwing with the other, and holding the other ammo with his foot.
"WHAT’S BLACK AND WHITE, AND RED ALL OVER?”

Vocal calls, warnings, trying to eat the clan’s attention. Stalling.
Ed was stalling.

DELTA

female ✦ the typhoon ✦ raptor squad

Following close behind Owen was Delta, maw already covered in blood from the poor soul who had been unfortunate enough to cross paths with the raptors on the way here, looking behind to see if Charlie was still nearby.

This was exactly what Delta needed. She didn't understand the concept of revenge, for her, this was just another hunt, and there was plenty of prey. She felt no sympathy for the pup, or, what was left of her, really. It just wasn't possible for her. Luckily, for the most part, she was uninjured from the fight with Owen, who she had mistaken for a threat when he first transformed, attacking him in order to get him off of Typhoon territory. Pupils thinned as she glanced upwards, gaze settling on the creature just out of reach on top of the shrine, purring as she made her way over, curious as to why such a weak and inferior creature would offer themselves up as a meal, it was clear something must be wrong with it, and it signaled aggression, as she leapt, attempting to destroy the shingles underneath the creature in hopes of getting him to slip down, towards Delta and her sister.

It was clear that she wouldn't be able to reach him by just jumping, but she had some experience with human contraptions, such as shingles. With many buildings, if you destroyed enough of it, or some of it, if it was flimsy enough, it would fall down, the prey soon joining it. Tail whipping back and forth, she waited, hoping this would work. If not? She was sure that somebody else in their weak pack would show up soon enough, with the amount of noise they were making.

The fatal flaw that these larger packs had was that they cared too much about the other members' wellbeing. While Delta cared about her sisters' wellbeings, it was more due to the fact if one of them was injured, it put all of them at risk. No, these larger packs went beyond that, and that was a mistake.

DELTA

female ✦ the typhoon ✦ raptor squad

The glint of metal moving through the air was what distracted Delta, who didn't answer Owen's babble as her head turned, forgetting about the troublesome prey at the top of the shrine for now.

She was well aware that these creatures were capable of handling tools, even if they were more primitive than what the humans often used to subdue her and her sisters when they got too out of hand for their liking. She couldn't care any less about challenges, what she cared about were threats and food.

Delta would aim to send Sparrow flying into a tree with her muscular tail, hoping to daze him before advancing if successful, claws outstretched, and purring aggressively before attempting to fasten her jaws around his body, and shake him like a ragdoll if it worked, hoping to get him to drop the blade. She'd probably take it back to the nest after killing him. That was what the avian DNA often led her to do, with Delta having more birdlike movements and behaviors than her sisters, often led her to taking anything shiny off of the meals she had, such as weapons or fake limbs.

EDWARD NYGMA

WHAT AM I?

// hey I’m 95% sure shingles are the things on top of the roof so I assumed you meant the truss? Anyways

Edward leaped out of the way, careful to avoid the raptor and trying to draw their attention. Help had arrived at the least- but what were they supposed to do? This was three dinosaurs! How were they supposed to make them leave?

Edward pulled a wooden stake from the ruins of the house, taking note of Owen’s size. He leaped, aiming to land on Owen and start plunging the stake into the dinosaur’s ribs, over and over, if this didn’t work, he’d leap back to the safety of the roof.