09-13-2018, 08:17 PM
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Owen was a shithead, an asshole, and a narcissist all in one. One might have thought that the combination was a terrible one, and really.. Owen couldn't disagree, to be honest. It made him speak his mind way too often, to move around with much less care. Well, that's what got him the knife in the shoulder when he returned from his journey to rejoin the Typhoon in the first place. People didn't like the fact that he had feral raptors, and that he was their Alpha yet couldn't always control them. Owen didn't care, though. His girls were his children, he'd defend them even if they did kill someone.
The german shepherd had been not too far away, watching the warhound from a distance with an amused, smug look on his face. Should he ruin the girl's hunt? She could always go on a hunt with himself and Delta. Their runs were always fun, especially with how fast Delta was in reality. It took a lot out of the shepherd, but he managed to somehow keep up with the utahraptor.
Then, he decided. He was going to interrupt the hunting session, and just creep his way up behind the girl. While she was focused, hopefully, she wouldn't notice his presence. But then she seemed to dissolve into thin air. He could still smell her, though? What the hell? "Uh, shit." He cursed under his breath, scooting to hide himself in a patch of dying bushes, his brown and black fur blending in with the dead browns.
The german shepherd had been not too far away, watching the warhound from a distance with an amused, smug look on his face. Should he ruin the girl's hunt? She could always go on a hunt with himself and Delta. Their runs were always fun, especially with how fast Delta was in reality. It took a lot out of the shepherd, but he managed to somehow keep up with the utahraptor.
Then, he decided. He was going to interrupt the hunting session, and just creep his way up behind the girl. While she was focused, hopefully, she wouldn't notice his presence. But then she seemed to dissolve into thin air. He could still smell her, though? What the hell? "Uh, shit." He cursed under his breath, scooting to hide himself in a patch of dying bushes, his brown and black fur blending in with the dead browns.
TAGS • THE TYPHOON • 25 M/O • GERMAN SHEPHERD • #RAPTORFAM