09-13-2018, 09:27 PM
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Emotional breakdowns, something Owen never really understood himself. He had been in the Navy for so many years as a human, blocking off his emotions to just.. Work there, to serve his country. Then he had been hired by some dinosaur company, and raised four utahraptors from eggs. They were his children, and he had a certain calm, but passionate love for his girls.
Owen couldn't understand what it was like to feel regret over killing someone, though. To kill was a gift, to feel successful after a kill, to taste blood upon ones lips, that was pure happiness to someone like him now. He had been so adapted to this animal world that his human morality had broken down into one thing; Kill, or be killed. And Owen hadn't planned on dying anytime soon.
For now, Delta was the only utahraptor whom had made it back home safe. Made it back to the Typhoon where her Alpha had happily waited for her return. She was Beta now, which Delta seemed to be happy about. Still, Delta wanted to see her sisters, but Owen couldn't force them to come home. While he was Alpha, they had their free reigns to travel wherever they wanted as long as they didn't start a war or something. Or kill each other. That'd suck.
When Owen had walked over to the scene that had begun unfolding, seeming like an emotional breakdown, Owen flinched slightly at the stuttering mess that this girl seemed to be. "The Pitt won't step a single fuckin' foot in this territory without having a raptor on their asses, as well as a bunch of angry pirates." Owen threatened, no- promised the girl. He was confident in the Typhoon's fighting ability. Even if they didn't want to fight, Owen would always fight alongside his children. They would never fight alone.
After all, an Alpha had to take care of his pack.
Owen couldn't understand what it was like to feel regret over killing someone, though. To kill was a gift, to feel successful after a kill, to taste blood upon ones lips, that was pure happiness to someone like him now. He had been so adapted to this animal world that his human morality had broken down into one thing; Kill, or be killed. And Owen hadn't planned on dying anytime soon.
For now, Delta was the only utahraptor whom had made it back home safe. Made it back to the Typhoon where her Alpha had happily waited for her return. She was Beta now, which Delta seemed to be happy about. Still, Delta wanted to see her sisters, but Owen couldn't force them to come home. While he was Alpha, they had their free reigns to travel wherever they wanted as long as they didn't start a war or something. Or kill each other. That'd suck.
When Owen had walked over to the scene that had begun unfolding, seeming like an emotional breakdown, Owen flinched slightly at the stuttering mess that this girl seemed to be. "The Pitt won't step a single fuckin' foot in this territory without having a raptor on their asses, as well as a bunch of angry pirates." Owen threatened, no- promised the girl. He was confident in the Typhoon's fighting ability. Even if they didn't want to fight, Owen would always fight alongside his children. They would never fight alone.
After all, an Alpha had to take care of his pack.
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