06-21-2018, 12:02 AM
Unfortunately for Luna, stepping in front of Delta and a possible meal usually meant the interfere got snacked on. Showing her teeth, she dominantly straightened her posture. The unmistakable, deep growl of a possessive predator came from her throat; she nearly struck out, were it not for the sound of the younger Utahraptor distracting her. Head moving as she zeroed in on Leviathan, instinctively checking that the other wasn't calling out due to injury, the thought of food finally left her mind for a few seconds. By the time her brain returned to the fridge, it was open, revealing its meatless contents. Hissing in disappointment and hatred for the cold, the green-hued dinosaur stepped back. Why these mammals kept cold boxes of carrion blood, she couldn't possibly understand. The fridge, to her, served no purpose except to infuriate her with its loud stench and uncomfortable temperature. She felt sorely tempted to destroy the abominable thing before it could trouble her anymore. Growling, she glanced between Luna and the fridge, wondering if now seemed a good opportunity to murder the young Utahraptor's pack-mother and taken her place as alpha to Leviathan.
That is, until she heard the word food, which she was starting to associate with offered carrion. Owen sometimes said food. And Bast said food back when he gave her that tasty little mouthful. And, of course, she knew her name - given the mammal vocalizations were weird to her, 'Beta' sounded close enough to 'Delta' to get her attention. Her head swiveled quickly, dark eyes zeroing in on Bast. In too foul a mood to chuff a greeting, the large raptor huffed as she took a step forward. Though he spoke of food, she didn't smell carrion on him. Then again, once he got carrion to magically manifest in front of him, like some death god. Most of the time, she remembered, he usually just babbled on.
She tilted her head, trying to anticipate what the fuck he was doing and chattering on about. Was he going to conjure more carrion? He seemed the only one of these mammals willing to interact with her in any capacity; that seemed one of the few things his pack wouldn't mimic from him. The first instance they met, the group's mood seemed to follow his; this pattern appeared again, when she bothered to pay attention to the odd creatures. She assumed he held alpha status over the lot of them - which made her puzzling over his actions, attempts at anticipation even more difficult. A utahraptor leader she instinctively understood, but this behavior? She understood little of it, even less of whatever he wanted.
Squinting, she felt the oddest sensation of a gooey sludge leaking inside her skull, accompanied with a few images and feelings. Confused, she grunted and shook her head, but the goop seemed gone before she engaged her strong neck muscles. Staring at Bast, she skeptically stared him down, making a slew of chirp-like, expectant chattering sounds. Somehow, she knew he caused the egg yolk mess in her brain, with the deer image and talking about food with her name. Damn right she expected food now.
That is, until she heard the word food, which she was starting to associate with offered carrion. Owen sometimes said food. And Bast said food back when he gave her that tasty little mouthful. And, of course, she knew her name - given the mammal vocalizations were weird to her, 'Beta' sounded close enough to 'Delta' to get her attention. Her head swiveled quickly, dark eyes zeroing in on Bast. In too foul a mood to chuff a greeting, the large raptor huffed as she took a step forward. Though he spoke of food, she didn't smell carrion on him. Then again, once he got carrion to magically manifest in front of him, like some death god. Most of the time, she remembered, he usually just babbled on.
She tilted her head, trying to anticipate what the fuck he was doing and chattering on about. Was he going to conjure more carrion? He seemed the only one of these mammals willing to interact with her in any capacity; that seemed one of the few things his pack wouldn't mimic from him. The first instance they met, the group's mood seemed to follow his; this pattern appeared again, when she bothered to pay attention to the odd creatures. She assumed he held alpha status over the lot of them - which made her puzzling over his actions, attempts at anticipation even more difficult. A utahraptor leader she instinctively understood, but this behavior? She understood little of it, even less of whatever he wanted.
Squinting, she felt the oddest sensation of a gooey sludge leaking inside her skull, accompanied with a few images and feelings. Confused, she grunted and shook her head, but the goop seemed gone before she engaged her strong neck muscles. Staring at Bast, she skeptically stared him down, making a slew of chirp-like, expectant chattering sounds. Somehow, she knew he caused the egg yolk mess in her brain, with the deer image and talking about food with her name. Damn right she expected food now.