DELTA

female ✦ the typhoon ✦ raptor squad

Delta didn't believe in ghosts. For her, once something died, it didn't come back. Not that she thought much on it, as she trailed a bit close towards camp while chasing down a large boar, when a familiar, if faint, scent could be detected, and the ghostly form caught her attention, the pale green utahraptor coming to a stop, abandoning her prey, tilting her head as a pudgy cat floated closer, so that it was eye level with her.

She knew this scent. Pupils constricted, and she huffed, getting a better idea, and confirming what should've been impossible. This was the man who had thought he could control her. Hoskins. Tail whipping back and forth, she approached, claws outstretched.

"Hey, boy." The grin on the ghost's face was there, extending a ghostly paw mockingly towards the beta, who let out a low hiss, something that said, stay back, and when it continued to extend, Delta's head would shoot forward with a loud shriek, sharp teeth encasing the appendenge, and trying to rip it off, only to find nothing in her mouth, and the arm beginning to reform, looking a bit like mist.

The grin on his face as he floated around, taunting the raptor, watching her try and attack and fail, the shrieks and cries of frustration echoing throughout the forest.

She didn't feel any shame for killing him, and eating him. But she wasn't fond of the fact that the male who she killed was back, one that she was knew well enough that he was one of the reasons she and her sisters had been kept in captivity. He had been around the cages, watching them with Owen with those beady little eyes of his. So he was a threat. A threat she had to deal with.