Owen was stubborn.

He had been told this many times, even in his human lifetime. He was trained to protect his country, trained to train others- animals, feral and not able to understand normal, sentient beings and their actions. He could understand and relate to those who were feral in those aspects; Survival was crucial, and the weak always died. When on the battlefield, nobody was safe, and Owen knew this from experience. His human life had ended on the battlefield, fighting for his children- for his girls, and all of the dinosaurs that were faced with extinction that cruel day. He took a bullet in the heart for his girls, and he still would, even in this life.

Despite this, Owen was a sentient being. He was once human, and humans craved other humans company, even if it is in the form of enemies or rivals. In Owen's perspective, having people around who were at least similar to him (sentient), it was what kept him sane, kept him from becoming feral, like his children. His four utahraptors had been raised in captivity, mutated, their DNA messed with. They had been experimented on, they were means for war, but Owen wouldn't let them be treated like weapons- they couldn't be controlled. He was their Alpha because he had been there since birth, because he had imprinted on them. He had maintained his position even in his german shepherd form because he had fought for it- He couldn't allow himself to be outwitted by the very raptors he had raised from eggs, the very raptors he trained.

At the time, Owen had been very on edge with his children, constantly wanting them close to him, that the idea of being feral didn't sound so bad at the time. He had sworn himself to protect the Ascendants, they had been kind enough to him that he could tolerate it, after all. He could tolerate it as long as authority wasn't held over his head, as long as he had freedom.

And then the raid had happened.

The sight of someone talking to another on the battlefield, it brought back feelings that made him angry. People die on the battlefield, this wasn't a socialite gathering! Out of pure instinct, Owen had ordered Delta to attack the person who wasn't taking a battle seriously- the weak died, the strong lived. He held no regrets at the time when Delta had tore the male in two and ate half of him, he felt proud of his girl for listening to him, for respecting him enough.

It was all for the hunt, at the time. All for the battle. All for survival.

Selfish, murderous, bloodlust. It was all to satisfy himself.

Until he had came to the Typhoon and saw him again, the sight of the male he had ordered to be ripped in two, right in front of him. He had died, but somehow he had come back- he was alive. He had seen something like this before- reincarnation, was it called? After that, Owen had tried to place blame on Luca- he was basically immortal, he couldn't even completely die, it was his fault!

And then came the dreams, and every damn time he had slept, he had dreamed of Luca dying in front of him, the blood that came from him- he could taste it, smell it. It made him want to gag and cry and vomit all at once.

Regret.

It ate at him slowly, and he had taken it out on Luca the moment he had gotten into an argument with the other while healing Masie's burnt snout. Luca had cried because of him- he had made someone cry, someone who didn't even do anything to him! It ate at Owen, he couldn't sleep because of it. He was tired, he just wanted to sleep.

He wanted people to love Masie as much as he loved her- she didn't do anything wrong, Delta wasn't at fault. It was all. His. Fault.

Owen's massive form had pushed through the trees, the indominus rex pushing past the bar to walk towards a spot he had seen Luca at once- he didn't know if the guy was there, hell, if he wasn't, he would still continue to look. Soon, the indominus rex had shifted into his german shepherd form, the black and brown canine rushing through the territory to search for the hellhound.

"Luca! Are you around here? We need to talk." Owen called out, maybe a bit too harshly, he didn't mean to. Fuck. Why did he always have to sound like this?  Stupid, stupid, stupid.

He could only hope Luca wouldn't punch him in the face.

[member=1517]Luca[/member]
[member=2708]Luca.[/member]

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