STOMACH IT ･ﾟ★ ☾ [injury | open]

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    the calmness and usual serenity of the moorland has been disrupted by high-pitched keening, birds fluttering away from the source of the sound in panic. caught in the jaws of a massive bear trap, technopup lets out wails and sobs of pain as the sharp teeth of the trap digs into his arm mercilessly, cleaving inches of skin off at even the slightest of movement and causing the tears to only stream down his face in more frequency. he has somehow managed to wander away from camp on his own, and like the usual puppy of whom is much too preoccupied with nature and the things around him, he manages to stumble into the trap. and now, here he sits, his paw covered in blood and his hope failing him.
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    ★ technopup | "tech" | male [he/him]
    ★ npc x npc
    ★ speaks in fragments, learning from interaction
    ★ unconfirmed sexuality
    ★ one month | aged real-time
    ★ windclan


    PHYSICAL CAUSE NO ONE EVER SEEMS TO STAY
    ★ GOLDEN RETRIEVER [main/birth] | HEALTH: 87%
    — short and scrawny blond puppy with pale, baby blue eyes [will change to a deep brown when grown]. a tight, rugged dull green collar wrapped around neck.
    — injuries: bruises here and there.


    PERSONALITY I STARTED OUT WITH A CROWD
    ★ [i]( mbti / hogwarts house / "the cutie" / lawful good )
    — impressionable, hyper; note that personality is going to be started from scratch, and will be based upon interactions/how he's raised.


    CONFRONTATION SHOULDER TO SHOULDER WE STOOD SO PROUD
    ★ attack in #8FBC8F | physically/mentally super easy
    ★ no mentor
    ★ no combat experience | has no idea what to do
    ★ no maim/kill | pm for capture | pm for plots/threads
    ★ violent and nonviolent powerplay permitted
    — powers flowerprints, earth manipulation

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    tarkin appeared. the cries were nearly impossible to ignore for a long distance. luckily for tech, he was not far away when the trap had sprung upon his paw. "good lord- it's alright, now- don't move it, understand?" the oriental urgently searched for the way to release the trap. the sight of the young lad's paw pulled at his chest as he attempted to understand the mechanism, and he wondered who the hell decided to put the thing out in the first place. even a patrolling warrior could've ended up caught in its jaws if they weren't aware of it.


    without another though, he attempted to push down on one of the springs, but, of course, it wouldn't budge. not even a bit. "damn," he glanced back at Technopup, worry clear in his gaze. by the looks of it, the pup wouldn't walk away from this at all. and until someone arrived with something heavy enough to release the trap, the outcome was only going to get worse. the only thing he could do was talk to the boy. "hey, look at me. don't look at it, look at me. it's going to be fine, help is coming-" perhaps if vadar stood on it or something, it would work. where the hell was everyone?
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    info — updated 12/24


    #hippytemplate

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    [retro to capture]


    The whining of a puppy had been what had brought her here, the smell of blood was second. The leopard had thought that someone was keeping on eye on the puppy, so that they wouldn't wonder out of camp. As the medic apprentice came running over, she was met with the sight of Tech's paw stuck in a bear trap. Lit would never understand why humans needed to put traps like that out since it did more damage then good. "Don't worry Tech, it's going to be alright, okay?" she tried to reassure them while trying to pet the puppy's head. Noticing Tarkin here, she would turn her attention to the male, "Do you know how to like, unlatch this thing?" she asked the male. She had brought with her what she would need but the bear trap was in the way so for the moment she couldn't really do anything.



    'telepathy' ' thinking'

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    The cries of pain were hard to miss and as soon as the cheetah heard them he was sprinting towards the sound. He felt his heart drop as he saw the scene of Technopup stuck in the trap. He'd seen these things before, but not around here. What was even worse was that this one was made more bears, so it was be even harder to open than one meant for skunks and raccoons.


    "Shit shit shit." He muttered under his breath as he came over and tried to pry the teeth apart, knowing that he too wasn't heavy enough to trigger the spring release. But it seemed like he wasn't strong enough to pry the thing open either. Vindicate then took a few seconds to shift into a griffin to try to increase his mass and strength. As a griffin he pressed on one of the springs, but wasn't able to reach the second one, so this would have to be a team effort. "We need someone else to press on the other spring." He said to Littlespirit, desperation in his voice as hoped that another larger clanmate would come to help him disengage this trap.
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    [justify]A cry of pain, sharp and high distracted Lusa's thoughts. Worry flashed in her gaze for a brief second before she thundered over on swift, wide paws. Adrenaline pumped through her veins. Someone was hurt, and she could smell blood. What had happened?


    It wasn't long before she came upon the scene. Technopup's paw was stained with crimson, his forelimb caught in something metallic. The sight made the black bear want to vomit. She inwardly cringed, averying her green gaze from the brutal sight of Technopup's possibly mangled paw. It hurt her physically to see her clan mate in so much pain. If they didn't get him out of this, his paw would be lost perhaps forever.


    At Vindicate's voice, Lusa perked up, gaze levelling onto him and ears flickering forward. She needed to do something. She couldn't be useless. "I will." The black bear had offered, stepping forward lightly. She pressed her heavy, wide paws against one of the springs. It wasn't hard to get it open, considering the Honorguard was quite heavy. The trap sprung open with a snap as she applied the pressure, freeing Technopup's paw.
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