09-13-2018, 09:59 AM
A island of dinosaurs. Their presence had been so insignificant that Bakugou nearly forgot the utahraptors existed on the island. He had familiarised himself with the two types: the scaly ones and the feathered ones, both of which were equally unsettling. From the looks of it, this one that the reaver sees from a distance must be one of the raptors belonging to Owen. The ragdoll scrunches his nose, his fiery tail crackling in silent distaste. If the pair were paying close enough attention to their surroundings, perhaps they would be able to feel eyes on them but Bakugou was sitting in his lifeguard tower, holding a pair of binoculars to his tired eyes. His signature scowl is laced upon his youthful features, a critical glint from his sanguine hues. He knows for a fact that he isn't particularly fond of the raptors reappearing. Exodus was enough and now the venandi were beginning to rise again. To see one of Owen's raptors return only posed as more of a threat to Bakugou's 'peace'. Well, peace if he ignores the intense pain which riled his cells. He wishes he knew what was wrong with him but instead he chooses to waste away on those painkillers, ruining his own image of himself.
Bakugou, beginning to move once again, walks down his stairs and towards Owen. There's a lack of expression on his face but anyone looking at his eyes could see that the male was simply unsure how to feel. A nothingness has consumed the adolescent who is merely reacting to his surroundings, too dosed up to really consider how he felt or what he wanted. Owen is a raptor trainer, he reminds himself. Or at least, that was what the other crewmate told him. He doesn't really know because he cares little for the german shepherd other than the fact that he was intensely petty, something he found rather vexing. "Which one o' your raptors is that?" the reaver asks, twitching an ear. Should the feral creature try to bite him, he will probably summon a wall of fire on impulse. It always happens before he realises what's happening but it's saved him a number of times.
[ ooc ] rushed, sorry!
Bakugou, beginning to move once again, walks down his stairs and towards Owen. There's a lack of expression on his face but anyone looking at his eyes could see that the male was simply unsure how to feel. A nothingness has consumed the adolescent who is merely reacting to his surroundings, too dosed up to really consider how he felt or what he wanted. Owen is a raptor trainer, he reminds himself. Or at least, that was what the other crewmate told him. He doesn't really know because he cares little for the german shepherd other than the fact that he was intensely petty, something he found rather vexing. "Which one o' your raptors is that?" the reaver asks, twitching an ear. Should the feral creature try to bite him, he will probably summon a wall of fire on impulse. It always happens before he realises what's happening but it's saved him a number of times.
[ ooc ] rushed, sorry!