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[unoraptormon]

“Sergeant Ralph Finley,” the burly beast nodded an introduction to Waymon, overgrown crystals gently clinking. “Your wife sent me to find you. She’s in the infirmary with Suzie and the other women. She’s fine, I looked after her while she was under cover. But, she’s asking for you.”

The Hydro Heads had alerted them, of the shimmering illusions that hide the new Dark Creators; The General in his groggy sleep, had nearly flattened the Grekai that dared shriek about the pack.

Now a brand new Dark Creator, one with his mind seemingly intact, spoke to him. HIs eyes widened, irises glowing a vibrant sky blue, at the mention of his wife.

“I will head there immediately.” He nodded to Finley. “Thank you.”

[wildwingflashblade]

“Too much responsibility.” --Katja

MDTAS Sentence Starter #2 

“Responsibility.” the white feathered duck huffed. He didn’t like it when his old words were used against him. “Last I checked, you worked with Viper. I doubt you have much responsibility to worry about.”

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[unoraptormon]

Jinjing set the kettle down before Malcolm, the aroma if spiced chai caressing his snout. “Here, I bring tea. Come to check on you.”

Malcolm stared at the kettle, raising a brow in confusion. "I... Thank you, Jinjing. I appreciate it."

[unoraptormon]

Katja set a plump and juicy strawberry in front of Legion's snout, waiting with an anticipatory grin to see if the smell would rouse him from sleep.

Sleeping in his more draconic form, the end of his snout wiggled at the new scent. It lifted up, lowered down, as Legion’s sleepy mind attempted to piece together the identity of the delicious treat.

HIs eyes opened slowly. He stared briefly at the strawberry, then snatched it up, like a dog consuming a treat that was once on its nose.

[unoraptormon]

"I should be home with my husband," Katja glanced at her watch, her lifeline to the world. It seemed an innocuous enough time piece, but her so-called captors appeared entirely unfamiliar with the concept of a smart watch, capable of sending and receiving messages. "Instead, I'm stuck here with you, and it's Father's Day." Her gaze flickered to Legion, then downward to the filthy floor, and she wondered what here boys were doing at that exact moment. "Why are you incapable of love, Legion?"

“Your husband will be dead soon enough.” Legion rolled his eyes, scratching at his chin and dislodging a few crystals.

He didn’t know enough about the humans to know what a Father’s Day was. However, with the things he did know, he knew it was a waste of time he could spend on more helpful pursuits.

Like finding more prey and bringing them home.

“Love?” He looked to Katja, raising a brow. “It’s just a manipulation tactic that Albus uses. Takes way too long.”

[unoraptormon]

“What are you crying for?” -- from Adalwulf

Harley shook, tears dripping down her cheeks. Eyes wild with fear, fire boiling forth from her hands as she seemingly stared through Adalwulf.

Glenn laid a hand on the scarred woman’s shoulder. “It’s okay. It’s okay. He’s not here. It’s not him. You’re safe.”

[unoraptormon]

Absolutely covered in peanut butter, Fenrir lazily licked at his sticky paws while Freki shoved his snout into the nearly empty jar. “Papa, penabubber!”

The General stared at the pair, shoulders going slack, a frown on his lips. With a huff of irritation, he walked over to the twins.

“What an absolutely mess.” he looked them over again. “And it is pronounced pea-nut butt-er. Can you say that back to me?”

[unoraptormon]

Saint's tail beat a happy cadence against the floor as he sat down a basket of fresh tamales. "Malcolm, can I stay with you tonight? We can watch movies and eat flan!"

Malcolm blinked, looking down at the pup. A small smile formed on his muzzle and he sniffed at the tamales. "Officer Jackson... Yeah, Saint. Yeah."

He laid down in his closet, resting his claws on either side of the basket. "You can stay over here tonight."