09-12-2018, 11:10 PM
DELTA
female ✦ the typhoon ✦ raptor squad
[member=1310]OWEN.[/member]
Flecks of dried blood from her last meal was still visible as she trotted onward, towards the one place that would be the closest thing she could call home, even if she did not fully understand the concept.
To her, home was where her pack was. It was no fixed place, unless her sisters and Alpha were there, and there to stay. Before, it had been the Ascendents, and Isla Nublar, and many other places, even if she was unaware of the names. She held no fondness for those places, never really had. It was the same with the Typhoon, and any other future home they may have.
The jungle was a familiar sight for Delta, who was intelligent enough to recognize her surroundings, and with this, she sped up, tail whipping behind her as she maneuvered through the trees and foliage, her teal skin blending in quite well with her surroundings, yellow optics settled solely on the obstacles in front of her.
Since dinorsaurs had gone extinct, the animals that had taken their place at the top of the food chain held too much weakness to ever surpass predators such as Delta and her sisters. Which meant wherever they went, they easily could climb their way to the top, whether alone or in a group. It was simply the way things worked.
A huffing sound could be heard as she finally came to a stop, nostrils flaring as she bent to the ground, claws tapping the ground in both anticipation and excitement as she caught traces of a familiar scent. Alpha. Alpha is here. No sign of any of her sisters, though. With this in mind, she lifted her head, letting out a loud broadcast call, something that should send anything with any common sense running, and alert Alpha and her sisters of her location.
The knowledge her sisters weren't here alarmed her somewhat, but again, Delta was intelligent enough to recognize the weakness in the pack now, with no beta to keep them in check. Clearly, they needed one, and as the next highest-ranking, it was only natural she fill that spot.
She was less aggressive than her other sisters, but that did not mean she was friendly. She was a feral carnivore, after all, the top of the food chain. The main reason she had managed to keep the position as Blue's right hand was because unlike Blue, who's argressiveness tended to have the older utahraptor charging into things, Delta was more cautious.
One thing was clear, though.
Delta was home.
Flecks of dried blood from her last meal was still visible as she trotted onward, towards the one place that would be the closest thing she could call home, even if she did not fully understand the concept.
To her, home was where her pack was. It was no fixed place, unless her sisters and Alpha were there, and there to stay. Before, it had been the Ascendents, and Isla Nublar, and many other places, even if she was unaware of the names. She held no fondness for those places, never really had. It was the same with the Typhoon, and any other future home they may have.
The jungle was a familiar sight for Delta, who was intelligent enough to recognize her surroundings, and with this, she sped up, tail whipping behind her as she maneuvered through the trees and foliage, her teal skin blending in quite well with her surroundings, yellow optics settled solely on the obstacles in front of her.
Since dinorsaurs had gone extinct, the animals that had taken their place at the top of the food chain held too much weakness to ever surpass predators such as Delta and her sisters. Which meant wherever they went, they easily could climb their way to the top, whether alone or in a group. It was simply the way things worked.
A huffing sound could be heard as she finally came to a stop, nostrils flaring as she bent to the ground, claws tapping the ground in both anticipation and excitement as she caught traces of a familiar scent. Alpha. Alpha is here. No sign of any of her sisters, though. With this in mind, she lifted her head, letting out a loud broadcast call, something that should send anything with any common sense running, and alert Alpha and her sisters of her location.
The knowledge her sisters weren't here alarmed her somewhat, but again, Delta was intelligent enough to recognize the weakness in the pack now, with no beta to keep them in check. Clearly, they needed one, and as the next highest-ranking, it was only natural she fill that spot.
She was less aggressive than her other sisters, but that did not mean she was friendly. She was a feral carnivore, after all, the top of the food chain. The main reason she had managed to keep the position as Blue's right hand was because unlike Blue, who's argressiveness tended to have the older utahraptor charging into things, Delta was more cautious.
One thing was clear, though.
Delta was home.
© madi