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[OWEN.]

TAGS
MALE | 27 M/O
THE TYPHOON
- striker
GERMAN SHEPHERD
INDOMINUS REX
FATHER OF 8
#RAPTORFAM

//LINK TO THE RAID: https://beastsofbeyond.com/index.php?topic=8841.new#new

Owen's massive form had sauntered out of his cave for once this week, the sight of pale white scales hard on the eyes in this flickering sun, but he didn't mind. The indominus let out a roar to call his shipmated over, landing on all four of his feet with a thump.

[b]"Yo! We're gonna raid the Rosebloods! The main objective is to capture people and bring them back here, but leave the kids out of it. I want the largest members here, if they participate, to be the tanks and go in to start wrecking shit if you can. If not, make enough noise to keep them focused on us. Anyone with medical experience is to stay on the outside. If you can't fight, keep someone with you. I don't want fuckers attacking our healers. The rest of you, go fuckin' crazy. Use teamwork and yall elementals can pair up your abilities with each other. Any questions?"

[Masie]

He had brought her along with to the last raid even though she did not get to do very much. When he called for one himself? Masie had no reason to believe her father wouldn't bring her along with this time. Shaking her feathers out slightly she ran over to stand in front of him, a brief nonsensical chitter emerging from her. "Masie?" what did she do? Was she supposed to be on his head again, what would be her role this time.

[OWEN.]

TAGS
MALE | 27 M/O
THE TYPHOON
- striker
GERMAN SHEPHERD
INDOMINUS REX
FATHER OF 8
#RAPTORFAM

"Steal shiny things." He replied to her, lowering his head down for her to jump onto his head. "Masie must be careful, very dangerous where Father is going." He babbled out, still unsure if the girl was ready to go in and actually fact people. Idly, he hoped, that she would get the hang of it, but he knew how the Rosebloods were- they fought together. He had heard rumors that the leader of the Rosebloods had some real head issues- like he was insane or some shit.

[FELIKS]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]Indifference towards the Typhoon's newly found enemy had turned to an antagonising relationship once they chose to murder a friend's blood relative. Now, he wouldn't claim to have a moral high ground and act with decency that exceeded the Roseblood's if the gryphon himself felt insulted (he'd killed for another's laughter towards him before), it wasn't about good vs evil like it was with the Pitt. They'd chosen to harm someone he liked as a clanmate, he'd escape from his little self-absorbed shell to deliver vengeance for them in anyways possible. As bitter as he may have been behind all of his bravado, he couldn't bring himself to hate everyone he met, some like Lucifer and Pincher to an extent were prime examples that he could never be the selfish creature he wanted to be.

Approaching, offering a serious glance between the pair, the male would offer little in terms of words. He'd showed up to every enemy 'event' sans the fire for he was talking to an enemy at the time, no confirmation was needed that Feliks would be attending. The Privateer had been the one to press the idea of a raid when others had backed down, he wasn't cowardly enough to flunk on his own words. "Be more careful of guerrilla tactics. We know they like to murder, indicates they know a thing or two about stealth and hiding in jungles,". More advice offered to those who were too naive or blind to analyse things. There wasn't a shadow of doubt in his mind that the Rosebloods would set an ambush as soon as they saw the revenge party, it was just about preparing for that.

[dead chars]

Valentine was not unfamiliar with the Typhoon's more aggressive nature. Actually, he embraced it quite a bit, and seeing that his father had called for a raid to be organized made him all the more excited to see what was going on. He hadn't been around for the murder or whatever had sparked this particular outburst, but he had a desire to fight as though he did.

He followed fast behind Masie. The clicks that he overheard as he arrived made sense to him. Steal shiny things and be careful. Got it. He was totally, absolutely, one-hundred percent ready to do this, he thought. The pup's alabaster tail was in two places at once, it was wagging so fast.
"Dad! I'm gonna steal th' most shiny stuff! I promise," he yipped up to his father. Hopefully the rex could hear him up there- he was very tall, after all.

At Felik's words (he hadn't noticed the griffon approach, somehow), Valentine hesitated. Murder? Sneaking around in the jungle? That sounded kind of... not great. But he could handle it. Plus, Masie was there to protect him, and she was real good at that. So they'd be fine! Rosy eyes turned back to his raptor sister with an eager gleam. He hoped they'd leave soon!

"SPEECH"

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[Kian.]

[align=center][div style="width: 450px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt;"]KIAN Ó FAOLÁIN — sing me a symphony, one for the lost and in-between
At Owen's call, the faerie flicked his ear, raising his sea-green optics up.  Gently his brow creased.  Did he count as a 'healer'?  He certainly had more than enough medical knowledge, but Kian had never been comfortable sticking to the edges of battle.  No, he belonged with his team, keeping an eye on them.  The feline's tail twitched and his head soon swiveled on his nephew, blinking.  Unease quickly seeping into the pirate's mind.

"Níl a fhios agam, mo leanbh," he murmured, glancing back up to Owen.  Valentine was not his son, so he'd let the rex dictate what he was allowed to do, but he did not particularly like the idea of the boy heading off to battle.  Children did not belong on the battlefield and he'd never believe otherwise, regardless of his own daughter's enthusiasm to be of a help in the past.  It made him anxious.  Children were the ones they had to protect.

[OWEN.]

TAGS
MALE | 27 M/O
THE TYPHOON
- striker
GERMAN SHEPHERD
INDOMINUS REX
FATHER OF 8
#RAPTORFAM

While the idea of welcoming his son into battle seemed like a good idea to him at first (especially for the experience), Kian's gaelic had him murmuring a calm 'No' to his son. "It's too dangerous- your mom would kill me." Owen muttered softly, scratching his cheek with his talons idly. Séamus wouldn't be happy he let their kid on the battlefield. "This raid is important. I can't risk you getting harmed, Val." He rumbled, nuzzling his child with his snout.

[Luciferr]

[color=black]/track bc luci's already doin his part oof so he's afk for this.

[Masie]

Masie was worried at first alongside the others when Val came bounding forward asking to steal shiny objects with her. While the 'Psychical age' difference was not drastic due to the fae blood in her brothers? The two were so small compared to her and much less capable of hurting something that attacked them, at least she knew how to go for throat now. Relief flooded her when Owen denied Val entry into the ranks of the raid, keeping him safe for now. "I'll bring you back something." she could only guess how she spoke, the words she spoke were not part of the normal raptor tongue thus so far even though they were spoken in raptor language. Masie had run out of words to even attempt to portray what she wanted to say, so why not just make them up now to see if at least one of her pack could understand what she was saying. He'd know what she'd said when she brought him back something anyways!

[Keona.]

[div style="width: 527px; line-height: 1.4; text-align: justify; font-family: palatino; font-size: 11px;"][align=center]blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly

Speak of the devil and she may appear, stoic and icy beside her da, as if from thin air.  Striker.  As a Striker, she ought to fight, yes?  Do her duty.  Her pale sea-green hues rested in the direction of Kian's voice, thoughtful.  Still too young, perhaps?  Maybe, for the child seemed to age at such an odd rate, the misfortune of immortal blood.

"I'm going." She'd learnt a thing or two herself on stealth and hidden fighting.  Courtesy of that 'mother' - still an odd concept - Owen warned his son about.  Perhaps that same faerie would be irked at her own determined nature, but she felt little inclined to obey either of her fathers as of late.  Yet, as if in afterthought, she tilted her chin up, softening, "I won't get close." Not as if she could find anything 'shiny' anyhow.  Ranged tactics would suit her.

✯ — keona sibéal ó faoláin. female. striker of the typhoon. blind. rusty spotted cat.  ref. bio.