09-16-2018, 10:51 AM
MONROE
MALE — SUNHAVEN — HELION — HARD
Didn't matter what it was? That was his groupmate, their groupmate and they were supposed to be calm about something like that when one of their own was simply murdered! The Helion couldn't believe what he was hearing and he wanted to spit upon Owen's name for even telling it to him. There was no reason to have such a backwards way of thinking and no care about someone else's life but these so called 'children' of his. It was vile in the mind of the mutated shark creature and he couldn't understand it that he didn't care about someone else's life being taken from them. The family that they could have been taken from, the children who might miss their father. What was wrong with him? Though there was hardly anything to be said and he was more fixated on the now two raptors that were there. Two, there had only been one before and he was confused. There were more! They didn't need more trouble on their lands and a cold feeling tingle down the back of his throat at the quaking sound that emitted from the one that had killed one of their own.
The other seemed to react rather sharply to it and was now focused on Buckingham and he didn't know what to think. He heard Owen speak something but it didn't seem to have an effect on the raptors. And then all hell broke lose. The one from before raced forward and sent Bucky flying through the air. The Helion whipped around and he hissed sharply, a pained sound as claws tore into his skin, splitting it open and all he could think of was Stryker. Claws digging in and cutting him open, that baking sun. Panic began to take over the leader as blood welled up from the gashes and leaked down his side. But Bucky was coming again to get the raptor off and he couldn't think. He couldn't breathe. His chest heaved for breath and his vision swam. The odd scar on his shoulder was itching itching, and then burning. Cold. He was so cold and he squeezed his silvering eyes closed tightly as ice started to accumulate on the ground before suddenly water surged up from the ocean in a sudden wave before it swept between the differing groups and it swiftly turned into jagged spikes of ice to attempt to block off the Typhoon creatures from his own.
Such a feat caused his eyes to roll back in his skull but all he could think of was protection. Keep them away from his friends. He was a leader but so terrified and he stumbled on his paws and fell over, fin curling around himself. The pain of new wounds was forgotten as pain ebbed in his head and he choked on air that wouldn't stop leaving his lungs. But he knew that he couldn't stay here. They couldn't stay here and he gasped out, voice strained. "Pierce, B-bucky! Ge-Get home!"
The other seemed to react rather sharply to it and was now focused on Buckingham and he didn't know what to think. He heard Owen speak something but it didn't seem to have an effect on the raptors. And then all hell broke lose. The one from before raced forward and sent Bucky flying through the air. The Helion whipped around and he hissed sharply, a pained sound as claws tore into his skin, splitting it open and all he could think of was Stryker. Claws digging in and cutting him open, that baking sun. Panic began to take over the leader as blood welled up from the gashes and leaked down his side. But Bucky was coming again to get the raptor off and he couldn't think. He couldn't breathe. His chest heaved for breath and his vision swam. The odd scar on his shoulder was itching itching, and then burning. Cold. He was so cold and he squeezed his silvering eyes closed tightly as ice started to accumulate on the ground before suddenly water surged up from the ocean in a sudden wave before it swept between the differing groups and it swiftly turned into jagged spikes of ice to attempt to block off the Typhoon creatures from his own.
Such a feat caused his eyes to roll back in his skull but all he could think of was protection. Keep them away from his friends. He was a leader but so terrified and he stumbled on his paws and fell over, fin curling around himself. The pain of new wounds was forgotten as pain ebbed in his head and he choked on air that wouldn't stop leaving his lungs. But he knew that he couldn't stay here. They couldn't stay here and he gasped out, voice strained. "Pierce, B-bucky! Ge-Get home!"