born wild - open; hunting trespasser

[rhosmari]

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I CAN SMELL YOUR SCENT FOR MILES

Another approached, a tiny creature. Just a morsel that came forth. She looked worried and he was pleased at this because they should be worried. A lot of creatures had been before he lost his family, before he became solitary and was pushed from where he once had lived. He despised the fact that things had come to that. But perhaps he could have the power he had before. Something he craved. His jaws flexed as the other spoke and his burning eyes locked on the small creature. His tail shivered as he took in her words. A group. A clan. "A pack." He almost purred the word, a soft chittering leaving his jaws in thoughtful raptor conversation before he shook his head. Pushing from the ground the massive reptile stood on two legs. He allowed his jaws to part, tongue rasping against long sharp teeth as he thought about it.

A pack meant something. To have one was painfully instinctual. But these were strange animals not of his ilk. They would not listen to him and he would be there at the bottom. Unless he fought for it. His sickle like claws clutched the air for a moment before he let out a heated huff. "I would assume your group takes in other pack members. If this Pitt is open, then I would like to make my nest here." The first step of marking territory. Claiming this place as his own and those that thought to come here and cause ill would be met with their own deaths. "I am called Serpentine." He rumbled reaching forth a singular claw for a introductory handshake. If her paw was big enough.

SERPENTINE - 6 YEARS - UTAHRAPTOR

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