10-14-2018, 03:32 PM
DELTA
female ✦ the typhoon ✦ raptor squad
Delta was not what most would consider motherly. She had been raised to be a park attraction at first, before plans were made to make her a military weapon. There was no room for motherly instincts there. The closest thing would be the fact she was a bit less aggressive than her sisters. It was clear in the way she barely tolerated the younger feathered raptors already here that she was not going to be easily accepting of this creature who thought they could barge into her and her sisters' lives, and disrupt the lifelong bond they had with each other and Owen. One might say it was like an older sibling throwing a tantrum at the arrival of a baby in the household.
Dark yellow optics narrowed as she approached the area where the broadcast call was made, and sickle claws tapped as she lowered her head, wondering if she could snap the child up now and end her miserable life while she could. 'Food.' She babbled, tail whipping back and forth. 'Not pack.' If anything, Delta sounded almost stubborn in this assumption, and a low hiss could be heard.
Dark yellow optics narrowed as she approached the area where the broadcast call was made, and sickle claws tapped as she lowered her head, wondering if she could snap the child up now and end her miserable life while she could. 'Food.' She babbled, tail whipping back and forth. 'Not pack.' If anything, Delta sounded almost stubborn in this assumption, and a low hiss could be heard.
© madi