09-16-2018, 04:53 PM
DELTA
female ✦ the typhoon ✦ raptor squad
Screams. Blood. Food. For too long, it had been too quiet here, with not being allowed to hunt down their so-called 'allies', it was a bit nice to start up some chaos from time to time. She lived for this. Not polite talks to resolve things, but acts of dominance and brute strength to fix things, even if it only made it worse. Metal claws had pricked rough skin, not making it very far into her hide, and she found this to be more of an annoyance more than anything, yet before she could shake Buckingham off her back, it seemed Charlie had taken an interest in the male, maybe due to the shiny leg, and proceeded to rip him off Delta herself, the pale green utahraptor paying no mind to the pinpricks of pain she felt. The mild jet of fire was much more worrying, with Delta quickly flinging [member=1806]MONROE[/member] away in order to escape the sudden searing heat. Due to her fast reaction and her choice to give up her prey over her own survival, she managed to escape with only a few burns, but a cry of frustration could be heard as she turned to the culprit, tail whipping back and forth in anger as she was ready to babble something at Owen. Her argument for why he should give Bakugou up to them or something such as that. It was clear from the blood that he wasn't doing too well, and that he was weak. Weakness could all too easily be exploited.
This was the opening that Monroe most likely used to separate the Sunhaveners from the raptors, and Delta quickly latched onto a chunk of ice, snapping it off, in an attempt to break through and finish what she started. Yet Owen's words finally reached her, and she looked back, a bit of partially-dried blood on her claws, tilting her head. 'Hunt. Threat. Prey.' She simply babbled, unsure what was wrong with this.
This was the opening that Monroe most likely used to separate the Sunhaveners from the raptors, and Delta quickly latched onto a chunk of ice, snapping it off, in an attempt to break through and finish what she started. Yet Owen's words finally reached her, and she looked back, a bit of partially-dried blood on her claws, tilting her head. 'Hunt. Threat. Prey.' She simply babbled, unsure what was wrong with this.
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