07-30-2018, 07:49 AM
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She smells them, the eggs - she might consider eating them, but she recognizes their smell. Her first memory, involving white surfaces and humans, is also accompanied by this smell; this smell doesn't enrage her, unlike humans and their things. Instead, it brings up a certain warmth. Memories of being warm and squished into a small, safe space. Instinctively, she knows these eggs are her species, and she knows that she wants to make her pack bigger - she wants her own pack, too, sometimes.
Letting out an angry shriek at Lucifer and the others, she angrily stalks to stand in front of the eggs; the perfect picture of their mother, even if Delta knows she isn't. Her sickle claws tap the ground angrily as she glares at the Typhoon members, letting out another warning shriek for them to back the fuck up. Delta doesn't want to charge at them, especially not the large one that could easily overpower her without her sisters; if she dies or is away from the eggs too long, then that leaves the eggs as vulnerable as when she found them.
Her dark eyes narrow, lips pulling back as she readies herself for another fight.
Letting out an angry shriek at Lucifer and the others, she angrily stalks to stand in front of the eggs; the perfect picture of their mother, even if Delta knows she isn't. Her sickle claws tap the ground angrily as she glares at the Typhoon members, letting out another warning shriek for them to back the fuck up. Delta doesn't want to charge at them, especially not the large one that could easily overpower her without her sisters; if she dies or is away from the eggs too long, then that leaves the eggs as vulnerable as when she found them.
Her dark eyes narrow, lips pulling back as she readies herself for another fight.