09-20-2018, 05:30 PM
DELTA
female ✦ the typhoon ✦ raptor squad
The scream had Delta lifting her head, abandoning the task she had been occupied with in favor of heading towards the call. Pale green skin blended into the foliage around her perfectly, and the feral utahraptor was almost unnoticed in her arrival, sound giving her location away before sight did.
Utahraptors were intelligent creatures, and the fact they had a good dose of DNA from other creatures proven to be more intelligent than they seemed really didn't help. Opening doors, setting traps, their own language, many accomplishments had been made in their lifetime. So distinguishing between friend and foe, or rather, food-givers and food, didn't take long for Delta at all.
The older raptor was quick to cut the unfamiliar creature off from it's only potential escape route, back where he came from, so if Prestige tried to turn and run, or even backed up from Charlie, he would fall right into the beta's claws, which were currently outstretched, an aggressive purring coming from her throat, tail raised and head held high in a display of dominance, and Delta would attempt to snap her jaws onto the creature's thigh, in order to injure it enough that it couldn't fight back if they chose to kill him, before she began to babble to her sister, dark yellow optics never leaving the jaguar. Not food giver. Different pack. Food? They weren't from the pack they were allowed to attack, but they hadn't been told anything about other packs. And while she knew no answer did not necessarily mean a yes, it also didn't mean no. It was a gray area, something she understood well enough and would happily take advantage of.
Utahraptors were intelligent creatures, and the fact they had a good dose of DNA from other creatures proven to be more intelligent than they seemed really didn't help. Opening doors, setting traps, their own language, many accomplishments had been made in their lifetime. So distinguishing between friend and foe, or rather, food-givers and food, didn't take long for Delta at all.
The older raptor was quick to cut the unfamiliar creature off from it's only potential escape route, back where he came from, so if Prestige tried to turn and run, or even backed up from Charlie, he would fall right into the beta's claws, which were currently outstretched, an aggressive purring coming from her throat, tail raised and head held high in a display of dominance, and Delta would attempt to snap her jaws onto the creature's thigh, in order to injure it enough that it couldn't fight back if they chose to kill him, before she began to babble to her sister, dark yellow optics never leaving the jaguar. Not food giver. Different pack. Food? They weren't from the pack they were allowed to attack, but they hadn't been told anything about other packs. And while she knew no answer did not necessarily mean a yes, it also didn't mean no. It was a gray area, something she understood well enough and would happily take advantage of.
© madi