*Has no idea who Luke is* Sure!

Arlo lifted his head, letting out a yawn.
"Mom, what are we going to do today," His pads vibrated still half asleep, his wings twitching.
No response. He opened his eyes, looking around. He was in a tree, his dappled light and dark green scales blending in with the trees. He looked around, her scent was stale. He jumped down the tree, using his wings to glide down. Where was she? He couldn't smell her, she must have flown somewhere. Guess he had to search for her.

Luke Penner is my Oc that is a human that works at the lab. He's mostly a caretaker but does help around in the test labs and such when called upon.

Luke sighed, shifting his gun from hand to hand. The four other men in the group where older than him, he was merely fifteen. His fluffy brown curls and speckled freckles gave him a sweet appearance, some used to tease him as the chocolate boy due to his liking to chocolate and the color of his hair. But now, navy blue eyes serious, he was on the hunt for a strange creature that their employer had his eyes set on. 'Always starving for more.' He thought.

Arlo continued on, until he felt some vibrations, he recognized them easily, dear! He slowed down, letting himself blend into his surroundings. It was right in front of him, so close. He crept forward, dropping so all his paws where on the ground. Then he leapt, landing right on the dear's back. It let out a startled dear noise as he quickly bit it, watching it go limb as the sleep venom took effect. He snapped it's neck then started to dine, to busy eating to focus on the vibrations on the ground.

The thirty year old man of the group made some motions to the other four and they shifted to hiding in brush, silent and trained. Luke rested the butt end of his gun on his hip, navy blue eyes watching around him and his 25 year old companion as he stroked his hand to the safety of the gun and turned it off.

Arlo finished the dear pretty quickly, licking his teeth with a glowing purple tongue. It was actually colorless but his glowing spit made it appear purple. He picked up one of the huge antlers, batting it around playfully. His tails wagged a tiny bit as he ran after the antler, his wings ruffled in excitement.

"Dart." Whispered the man besides Luke, a simple word but a straight on order. He was to use a dart, not a bullet. He gave a faint nod, moving a little bit as he slipped his bullets out and instead put in the pressurizer and dart. He aimed, watching Arlo sharply. He drew a slow and sharp breath as he kept his gun lifted. He was barely noticeable.

Arlo paused, he thought he heard something or at least felt a vibration. He paused for a second, then picked up the antler, biting on it. Crack, it broke in half. Drat, he thought going to fetch the other antler to play with, sitting beside the pile of bones as he searched for the antler.

"Got'cha." Luke muttered, aiming at Arlo's neck and firing.

Thump, something hit him in the neck. He jumped forward, tripping over himself and falling on the dear bones. He scrambled to his feet, taking off into the woods. He rushed blindly through the woods, hitting pretty much everything and creating a lot of noise in the process.

The man besides Luke slapped him on the back, to say nice job, before three of the men rushed after the target. The other two went to get the van. Luke was one of the men that followed.