09-13-2018, 01:40 AM
DELTA
female ✦ the typhoon ✦ raptor squad
If she was capable of feeling joy, Delta would've probably felt it as her yellow gaze spotted a familiar form, an affectionate chitter coming from her jaws.
It was strange, probably, how she considered such a weak and frail thing her superior, somebody who's spine she could easily crush if she felt like it, but to her, Owen was just as precious as her sisters were, a part of the pack, the one she had imprinted on when she first hatched. There had been another, as well, a human that also trained Delta and her sisters that she had been... fond of, though, from another's point of view, it may have been better described as tolerance.
Delta took a few steps forward, claws flexing a bit and moving her head this way and that, as if confirming that yes, this was Alpha. The words he spoke were odd, though, she had long since learned to understand tone. For her, it could be considered similar to the difference between something such as a screech, or a chuff. Those two things simply were different. It was the same with tone. And the tone that Owen held was one of affection, and for a few moments, Delta thought he had gone soft, pupils constricting ever-so-slightly, before the command was given, something more familiar to her, from the time she was young.
The pale green utahraptor lifted her head with an annoyed chuff, tail lashing in irritation and sickle claws tapping as she waiting for her reward, eyes never leaving the fat rat in his jaws. As easy as it would be to just take the rat, it meant disrespecting Owen. And their bond had been built on respect. It was the same with all of her sisters.
'Pack?' She babbled to Owen, tilting her head in a mixture of both confusion and curiousity as she awaited an answer.
It was strange, probably, how she considered such a weak and frail thing her superior, somebody who's spine she could easily crush if she felt like it, but to her, Owen was just as precious as her sisters were, a part of the pack, the one she had imprinted on when she first hatched. There had been another, as well, a human that also trained Delta and her sisters that she had been... fond of, though, from another's point of view, it may have been better described as tolerance.
Delta took a few steps forward, claws flexing a bit and moving her head this way and that, as if confirming that yes, this was Alpha. The words he spoke were odd, though, she had long since learned to understand tone. For her, it could be considered similar to the difference between something such as a screech, or a chuff. Those two things simply were different. It was the same with tone. And the tone that Owen held was one of affection, and for a few moments, Delta thought he had gone soft, pupils constricting ever-so-slightly, before the command was given, something more familiar to her, from the time she was young.
The pale green utahraptor lifted her head with an annoyed chuff, tail lashing in irritation and sickle claws tapping as she waiting for her reward, eyes never leaving the fat rat in his jaws. As easy as it would be to just take the rat, it meant disrespecting Owen. And their bond had been built on respect. It was the same with all of her sisters.
'Pack?' She babbled to Owen, tilting her head in a mixture of both confusion and curiousity as she awaited an answer.
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