07-29-2018, 10:59 PM
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[member=1741]Echo,[/member] [member=261]delta[/member]
Owen was unsure about joining this place. Especially since Delta had killed that one Typhooner during the raid on the Ascendants. Owen was a weapon, he knew that. He served in the Navy in his past life, and guns weren't all that unfamiliar to him. But, they didn't use guns here. It was strange, really. Now he used his trusty knives, sheathed at his sides.
The German shepherd padded up to the border of the Typhoon, the two girls following behind him hopefully in pursuit. If the Typhoon was smart, they'd use the fact that Owen could control the raptors, to their advantage. Although, Owen wouldn't be too happy about that. He didn't see the girls as tools, they were family to him. His children.
People would catch wind of them soon, he knew. They'd come running up, smelling the Ascendants on the three creatures. Act all violent and cocky. And then Owen would be the same old smug bastard that he's always been.
— 25 m/o — male — german shepherd — typhoon — tags
[div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: georgia; color: #75A29D;"][member=1741]Echo,[/member] [member=261]delta[/member]
Owen was unsure about joining this place. Especially since Delta had killed that one Typhooner during the raid on the Ascendants. Owen was a weapon, he knew that. He served in the Navy in his past life, and guns weren't all that unfamiliar to him. But, they didn't use guns here. It was strange, really. Now he used his trusty knives, sheathed at his sides.
The German shepherd padded up to the border of the Typhoon, the two girls following behind him hopefully in pursuit. If the Typhoon was smart, they'd use the fact that Owen could control the raptors, to their advantage. Although, Owen wouldn't be too happy about that. He didn't see the girls as tools, they were family to him. His children.
People would catch wind of them soon, he knew. They'd come running up, smelling the Ascendants on the three creatures. Act all violent and cocky. And then Owen would be the same old smug bastard that he's always been.