07-29-2018, 03:40 PM
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Owen was never one to ask questions, he actually didn't like to hear them either. Thea had asked how the raptors hadn't killed him yet before, and while it was a good question, it still somewhat annoyed him. His relationship with the raptor sisters was a bond of respect, mutual respect.
The german shepherd had heard the announcement of a Q&A, and immediately trotted over, amber eyes watching with mild interest. Yeah, this dude looked funny. Not that he cared, where he came from, humans wielded guns that could kill dinosaurs. He didn't know if those types of humans lived in this world, but he hoped not. He didn't want to see the day that Delta, Charlie, Echo, or Blue died. They all deserved to live for thousands of years and be happy, or content with their lives.
"What's your favorite method of fighting?" Asked Owen, a bit late to the conversation, obviously. Not that he cared, though. Fighting was the shit, for him. He was good with his hands, he learned to fight with guns, but he preferred to fight like a man. But, if it ever became a necessity, he'd fight with his knife.
— 25 m/o — male — german shepherd — ascendants — tags
[div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: 0px; font-family: georgia; color: #75A29D;"]Owen was never one to ask questions, he actually didn't like to hear them either. Thea had asked how the raptors hadn't killed him yet before, and while it was a good question, it still somewhat annoyed him. His relationship with the raptor sisters was a bond of respect, mutual respect.
The german shepherd had heard the announcement of a Q&A, and immediately trotted over, amber eyes watching with mild interest. Yeah, this dude looked funny. Not that he cared, where he came from, humans wielded guns that could kill dinosaurs. He didn't know if those types of humans lived in this world, but he hoped not. He didn't want to see the day that Delta, Charlie, Echo, or Blue died. They all deserved to live for thousands of years and be happy, or content with their lives.
"What's your favorite method of fighting?" Asked Owen, a bit late to the conversation, obviously. Not that he cared, though. Fighting was the shit, for him. He was good with his hands, he learned to fight with guns, but he preferred to fight like a man. But, if it ever became a necessity, he'd fight with his knife.