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Browns atop whites, a different color than the old indominus rex they had faced together, powerful in rights, front claws carrying him with a sense of dangerous grace that Owen just couldn't get used to. Lucerifus had once told him about how he was the new taxi- which wasn't incredibly wrong, except nobody wanted to ride atop a giant dinosaur. Ten feet was extremely high off the ground, after all.
A single amber eye watched a dying deer as it struggled under his foot's heavy, powerful grasp. The soft belching of the deer didn't go unnoticed, but no help would come for the doe. He had a meal for his girls, though this would only really feed someone Delta's size. He'd have to go out more and hunt.
Right before he was going to tear off a leg, Owen heard the familiar, untrained broadcast call of Masie, calling his name and Delta's. He could never get enough of his daughter calling out his name, especially since she was the product of the Darwin theory. It was survival of the fittest before she had met Owen, but now it was just survival, with feral raptors around her.
Standing up from his kill, he lifted it up in his jaws, saliva dripping from sharp teeth as the indo-rex pushed through the trees, using the tips Luciferus gave him. Invisibility allowed him to blend in with his surroundings, watching the little downy brown raptor chitter at a much larger, heavily scarred utahraptor. Inhaling the scent through his nose, he was shocked by the smell- of who this was.
"BLUE!" Owen called out to the utahraptor, a single amber iris taking in the unholy, scarred sight before him. Dropping his invisibility, Owen moved over to stand on all fours, muscles shifting under powerful limbs. "Who.. Who did this to you?" He rumbled, biting his tongue gently to bite back a curse or two. What the fuck.. What the fuck was this? She was so skinny, so scarred, so damaged. This wasn't nature, this was torture. Someone did this to you.
"It's Owen, girl. Who- Why.." Owen stuttered out, his calm composition nearly falling apart before he steeled himself again. Just like Delta, Just like Delta, she didn't know who he was in this form. If he could shift back, he would, but he can't right now. He can't in general, somethings wrong. He didn't want to fight again, the scars upon white and brown skin evident of a fight with his daughters when they discovered him.
Owen soon reached out with a clawed hand, pulling the tiny raptor closer to him, or attempting to. A protective fatherly instinct.
A single amber eye watched a dying deer as it struggled under his foot's heavy, powerful grasp. The soft belching of the deer didn't go unnoticed, but no help would come for the doe. He had a meal for his girls, though this would only really feed someone Delta's size. He'd have to go out more and hunt.
Right before he was going to tear off a leg, Owen heard the familiar, untrained broadcast call of Masie, calling his name and Delta's. He could never get enough of his daughter calling out his name, especially since she was the product of the Darwin theory. It was survival of the fittest before she had met Owen, but now it was just survival, with feral raptors around her.
Standing up from his kill, he lifted it up in his jaws, saliva dripping from sharp teeth as the indo-rex pushed through the trees, using the tips Luciferus gave him. Invisibility allowed him to blend in with his surroundings, watching the little downy brown raptor chitter at a much larger, heavily scarred utahraptor. Inhaling the scent through his nose, he was shocked by the smell- of who this was.
"BLUE!" Owen called out to the utahraptor, a single amber iris taking in the unholy, scarred sight before him. Dropping his invisibility, Owen moved over to stand on all fours, muscles shifting under powerful limbs. "Who.. Who did this to you?" He rumbled, biting his tongue gently to bite back a curse or two. What the fuck.. What the fuck was this? She was so skinny, so scarred, so damaged. This wasn't nature, this was torture. Someone did this to you.
"It's Owen, girl. Who- Why.." Owen stuttered out, his calm composition nearly falling apart before he steeled himself again. Just like Delta, Just like Delta, she didn't know who he was in this form. If he could shift back, he would, but he can't right now. He can't in general, somethings wrong. He didn't want to fight again, the scars upon white and brown skin evident of a fight with his daughters when they discovered him.
Owen soon reached out with a clawed hand, pulling the tiny raptor closer to him, or attempting to. A protective fatherly instinct.
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