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 Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2017 12:01 pm
There's No Time! I must go in!
Troldja knew it was smarter to get help, but no one ever accused her of being exactly ... smart, she ran into the building, maybe some fun could be hadwith this situation.
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2017 12:03 pm
There's No Time! I must go in!
Seraphim knew she should get help, but that desperate plea? The crying didn't offer her a chance to consider turning around and chancing finding another wolf; she had to go in now!
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2017 12:03 pm
Hesperrhodos tilted his head, cautious by nature. This was why he made a friend, in theory, perhaps it would be best to go... yes. Two heads are better than one. I'll go get help.
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2017 12:04 pm
Miro hesitated for the briefest of seconds. Should he go get help? But... the scream was too much. But still... he may not be able to save whoever from the crumbling ruins so easily.
Swallowing thickly, he turned heel and ran to find some help.
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2017 12:05 pm
There's No Time! I must go in!
It was important and the bird had to be saved as soon as I could get to it! If I die, let me be a hero. Let the poor bird escape.
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2017 12:05 pm
Idris was enjoying the beautiful day but the sounds of distressed birds caught his attention. He followed the sounds to a human ruin and stared at it for a few minutes. It looked dangerous to just go in but if he spent some time looking for another wolf to help the ruins could collapse and hurt whoever needed help. With a deep breath he came to his decision. He would go in alone for there was no time to search for help!
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2017 12:07 pm
Faelan's ears laid back. She wasn't the type to be the hero. In fact, in the face of danger she preferred to avoid it completely. Go get someone else to do the job and face death. But.....she winced at the sound of another painful call, looking around. There was no one else there. And she wasn't about to trust another wolf to come help. If there was anything that he learned in life, it was to trust no one.
Sighing, she reluctantly went forward. It was time to go in.
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2017 12:11 pm
As the sounds of distressed echo is soul, Karekare crept slowly towards the den. Drawing closer to the den, he noticed the entrance seemed a bit unstable in nature. Maybe this wasn't the best way to go in.
But the poor creature! Whatever it may be needed assistance right away...
There's No Time! I must go in!
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2017 12:15 pm
• ROUND #1 RESULTS •
and so...
There's No Time! I must go in!
Just like your own impulsive decisions the ruins are unpredictable. One wrong move and you could be squashed like a pancake by the roof caving in. One step after another make the floorboards creak and threaten to give way, however they don't seem to be falling apart just yet.
PASS
Two heads are better than one. I'll go get help!
You go bounding off, trying to search high and low for someone to assist you. You come across a few wolves but each one is just as weary as you. Nobody seems to want to entered a rickety old ruin. Looks like you're out of luck.
FAIL
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2017 12:17 pm
• ROUND #2 •
...tread lightly...
You go against your better instincts and enter this sppoky old human abode. The wallpaper is peeled off, along the walls are the faintest outlines of what looked to be decorations and furniture. Some human structures had eerie tracings of what wolves assumed were the final moments of human life before midnight struck. You gaze upon these haunting visuals before your mind is drawn back to the present by that panicked twittering. Every footstep towards the noise makes a hair on your spine rise until finally you enter the room where its echoing loudest. You spot a sort of basket flipped over on the ground, lightly trembling as the sound of feathers could be heard. What do you do? Kick the basket over and let out whatever is making that sound, or interrogate the screeching creature? • What Will You Do? Free the beast! It needs to breath!
I don't trust it. I need more info.
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2017 12:20 pm
Free the beast! It needs to breath!
Whatever's in there. It needs my help. I just hope it's okay.
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2017 12:20 pm
Free the beast! It needs to breath!
Troldja cautiously crept about the house, looking for whatever it was that had cried out or help, she was fascinated with the images, she HAD to bring someone here, just to see them freak out, that would be hilarious. She paused when she came to the basket, "aw hell why not" she said to herself and kicked the basket over with a front paw, expecting something to jump out and scare her, it's what SHE would have done, just to see the look on the poor creature's face.
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2017 12:22 pm
This was not good. Not good at all. That basket was definitely moving. And something was underneath. Small. Tiny. So there wasn't a need to worry right? With trepidation, Faelan moved forward. "It's alright little guy, I got you." she murmured, nose down to the ground before trying to free the creature from it's confines. Hopefully she wouldn't be pecked to death.
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2017 12:23 pm
Free the beast! It needs to breath!
She really must be ruled by impulse, because the first reaction she had was to kick the basket right off.
Besides, what monster chirped? That's what she told herself as a split moment of cautious dread washed over her the second her paw touched the basket.
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Posted: Sat Dec 02, 2017 12:23 pm
Eyeing a flipped over basket, Karekare placed his paw over it curiously. It seemed suspicious in nature. Could it be the source of the sound of feathers? Or could it be the reason why humans were no longer here in this once rather humble looking den?
I don't trust it. I need more info.
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