DELTA
female ✦ the typhoon ✦ raptor squad
To be honest, Delta wasn't quite sure what to think of these smaller raptors that occupied the same space as her. For so long, it had simply been her and her sisters, and Alpha. It was a bit confusing seeing other raptors. She had yet to label them as friend or foe.
Of course, Delta and her sisters had been genetically modified, not pure utahraptors, and this was probably the cause of them looking so different, lacking the feathers that these younger ones possessed. Sickle claws tapped, digging into the sand as she approached, purring curiously as she did so, the older raptor, while she understood that these were similar creatures to her, still refused to let the younger raptors think they held any power over her.
Yet she was also considered the least aggressive for a reason, preferring to be more cautious than outright attacking anything that didn't fit into any of the limited labels she had for these inferior creatures, especially these feathered raptors who seemed to be under the care of the dark winged reptile, which Delta was fully aware she could not overpower, not without the help of her sisters. Best to just satisfy her curiousity then, before Alpha arrived and called her off.
Tail whipping back and forth, she approached, dark yellow optics staring at the one who seemed to have been overpowered by the small crab, letting out an annoyed chuff as she watched, unsure of how these tiny pathetic things could be considered similar to her. Maybe it was due to the fact that Delta had more avian DNA in her than her sisters, that she tolerated these other raptors' presence here more than she really should. That she didn't rip their heads clean off now before they got to big to pose a threat to her and her sisters. Morals were something Delta could care less about. Her head snapped forward, aiming to snatch the tiny snack known as the crab into her jaws, teeth that easily crushed bone making quick work of the exoskeleton that protected it, a few of the legs all that was left as Delta swallowed, juices running down her maw.
Of course, Delta and her sisters had been genetically modified, not pure utahraptors, and this was probably the cause of them looking so different, lacking the feathers that these younger ones possessed. Sickle claws tapped, digging into the sand as she approached, purring curiously as she did so, the older raptor, while she understood that these were similar creatures to her, still refused to let the younger raptors think they held any power over her.
Yet she was also considered the least aggressive for a reason, preferring to be more cautious than outright attacking anything that didn't fit into any of the limited labels she had for these inferior creatures, especially these feathered raptors who seemed to be under the care of the dark winged reptile, which Delta was fully aware she could not overpower, not without the help of her sisters. Best to just satisfy her curiousity then, before Alpha arrived and called her off.
Tail whipping back and forth, she approached, dark yellow optics staring at the one who seemed to have been overpowered by the small crab, letting out an annoyed chuff as she watched, unsure of how these tiny pathetic things could be considered similar to her. Maybe it was due to the fact that Delta had more avian DNA in her than her sisters, that she tolerated these other raptors' presence here more than she really should. That she didn't rip their heads clean off now before they got to big to pose a threat to her and her sisters. Morals were something Delta could care less about. Her head snapped forward, aiming to snatch the tiny snack known as the crab into her jaws, teeth that easily crushed bone making quick work of the exoskeleton that protected it, a few of the legs all that was left as Delta swallowed, juices running down her maw.
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