[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:10pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]2D screeched, a whale, a whale! Well, not actually a whale but a whale necklace charm, which was pretty bad too. He had a really bad phobia of whales. Like, awful. Mainly because one tried to eat him when he was a kid but also plastic beach. Most of his fears went back to plastic beach. The Great Dane turned and ran, pulling his clown mask down at the same time, but was instantly stuck in a huge black berry bush. The thorns poked at his skin however the more he tried to get out the more they poked at him.
[color=transparent]speech: #F3ECE2
molasses in my veins | open, stuck
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;]Whales were majestic creatures and weren't known to attack others. Unless they're killer whales, or orcas, since they had teeth instead of baleen like most. Still, most of the giant yet gentle sea-dwelling creatures were nice – from hearing experiences from others. Ears twitching, Doom padded over at a leisurely pace, seeing 2D be one within the big blackberry bush. Mm.. Circling around said bush and glancing at the Great Dane, the Bengal lifted a paw and lightly touched the thorned plant – obviously not affected due to the praetor suit he was wearing. No words were uttered as he quietly pondered if the solution would be easy or hard. Definitely easy, but still...
[hr]GENERAL
[doomslayer] [cis male] [?? months old]
[billions of years old spiritually & mentally]
[aromantic asexual] [monogamous]
[single] [no crushes (too badass 4 dat shit)]LOOKS
[wears praetor suit almost 24/7] [bengal tiger]
[bulky and tall] [golden tabby markings]
[pale green eyes] [scar on right eye]POWERS
currently unknownBATTLE
[overwhelming but beatable] [strong mentally]
[attack in bold darkorange] [ask for capture]
[non-life threatening powerplay allowed]
[aim/attemp to seriously injure] [ask to kill][b]OTHER
[selectively mute]
[rarely speaks (good idea to listen)]
[will try to kill any demon if possible]
[does a lot of grunts and gestures]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 500px][justify][sub]Comfreypaw was there to arrive next, drawn to the situation because of the wails. It was certainly enough to alert the medic intern, padding forward. Though not aware of what had driven 2D into the blackberry bush, she knew he would need to be assisted if he wanted to get out. With a slight frown, she narrowed her eyes, thinking, before she peered into the bush. "2D, is it? I'm Comfreypaw, would you like me to get you out?" She called softly, blinking her warm honey eyes.
Here, she turned to the suited lion. "Hello there—would you be able to help me snap some of these branches?" She asked Doom calmly, giving a gentle smile. If he declined, well, that would make for an unhappy Comfrey. The Honorguard wasn't bothered by much, but denying to help a Clanmate? That sent her over the edge.
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[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 1px transparent; width: 450px; font-family: times new roman; auto;][justify]"We'll g-get you out, d-don't worry," murmured the long-furred tabby softly as she padded quickly over to the scene, brow knitting in concern once she noticed how deep the thorns seemed to be snagged in on the stuck male's fur. While Comfreypaw's inquiry had been directed towards Doomslayer, the small chocolate tabby bent to attempt to snap the branches gently without pulling too hard at 2D.[/justify][/fancypost]