How to Make a Trap

Terra · 12-03-2011, 10:48 PM

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It had only been a couple days since the girl from Salsola had tried to enslave Terra. Yet already she was out and about off the packlands, looking for trouble. Facing death never really fazed her, no matter how bad a situation. Terra would be scared if she'd understood the girl's true intent, but slavery was foreign to her. In her mind nobody could touch her freedom, leaving death and pain as the only things to dance around in life.

With that in mind Terra had come to the city, planning on setting up some games of her own. She wouldn't really hurt someone, but Terra loved terrifying people with her games. It always amused her to match wits with someone else and see who came out on top. The city was perfect for ambushes. Terra had spent the last couple hours setting up several traps for unsuspecting canines. If one was clever they could escape. If not, well, Terra would let them out the next time she came. That could be a while, though.

The last trap she'd set up was in an alley. It had taken a lot of work, but Terra had rigged up a couple cars to fall blocking the entrance when someone tripped over a rope she'd tied. It was her most complex trap to date, though this was mostly due to her being unused to having hands. As bait Terra had bit herself and dripped blood, knowing that most canines would investigate where they thought a wounded companion could be. Chuckling to herself Terra left the alley, careful not to pull on the rope. Her next one wouldn't be as complex, planning on making use of the holes in the city.

Tristan Scorn · 12-04-2011, 12:49 AM

Tristan was never what one would call clever. In fact, were his half crazed brother here to say anything, he would say Tristan was quite the dunderhead when it came to being clever. It truly was amazing that Tristan had managed to make it this long as a loner, a loner on the run, a loner on the run without the ability to shift. Where Tristan lacked in problem solving, he excelled in pure dumb luck. He'd arrived to 'Souls eight days prior, finding the dreary lands known as the Withered Realms. There, he'd met a white wolf, and while he was, at first, in despair, he had found the motivation to continue his adventures here.

The brute had travelled quite a bit throughout the days, even managed to catch himself a couple paltry meals of half-starved animals. Content in the fact that he was fed and far from his sibling, he was intent on learning everything there was to know about this place. Perhaps he would make a few friends. Perhaps even settle down, odd as that sounded. The male chuckled to himself as he continued his walk. Long claws clicked and echoed down the pavement. Dusk was falling in the horizon, melding hues created beauty in the skies. It was silent. It was peaceful. Nothing could ruin this day. At least, he'd thought that. A familiar scent wafted into his nose, making him shiver involuntarily. Blood. Blood of a strange wolf. That life liquid never bode good things.

The brute was half tempted to leave and turn the other direction, but intrigue and worry spurned him forward. The trail led him to an alleyway, and again his instincts sent warning thrills through his flesh. He ignored them. If the wolf was hurt he knew a bit about herbs and healing. There was a good chance he could help them. His mind made up he stepped into the alleyway, taking only a few steps before he suddenly was flung forward, slamming his face into the pavement with a surprised yelp. He could hear metal crashing down around him, sounding like some metallic demon roaring into his ears. Halved vision looked up only when the echoes of crashing cars faded away. The exit was blocked off. He whimpered in confusion as he pulled himself up on shaking paws. This was a trap. A clever bloody trap. Slave traders, perhaps. Or some sick game. Ignoring the blood dripping from his tongue, Tristan investigated the cars. Just this once he wished he could transform, get those lovely thumbs. But no. Instead, he stood staring at twisted metal with a lolling tongue and a dumbfounded stare.

Terra · 12-04-2011, 01:05 AM

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The loud noise startled Terra. She'd just been trying to figure out how she would fit a cap on top of the round hole while making it collapse when someone stepped on it. Terra hadn't wandered very far from her last trap. Spinning around Terra stared in surprise as her trap worked beautifully. She hadn't expected someone to fall in there so quickly. Terra had thought herself very much alone in the city. More time than she'd thought must have passed when she was absorbed in making the contraptions.

Grinning to herself Terra headed over to the mess. She pushed at it, whining slightly when she realized that she couldn't get through in lupine form. Taking a breath she sat down and began the strenuous change to optime. Her bones cracked rotating around, sending shivers up her spine. It didn't hurt, but it sure sounded like it did, and that freaked her out. Terra supposed eventually she'd be able to tune out the sound, but until then Terra had to fight to keep shifting, stopping her fight or flight feeling.

It took some time, but Terra managed to drag herself to the top. At a few points her fur got caught in the metal, tearing into her skin. It was only scratches though, so she ignored the slight bleeding. Reaching the top Terra looked down to see who had gotten trapped. She was surprised to see a very much regular looking wolf below. Hello! Curious Terra began sliding down the other side. Hitting the ground Terra looked at the wolf, examining him. He smelled different than her, but she didn't know if that was because he was a full blood where most of her relations were hybrids or not. Need some help? Terra wasn't going to admit she was why he was there, or that she was laughing at him. It was far more amusing to keep it a secret.

Tristan Scorn · 12-04-2011, 11:17 PM

Tristan could feel the anxiety rising. His heartrate was escalated, pumping blood to his toes up to his ears. Sanity was all but leaving him, and his throats were finding every bad thing that could possibly be leaving such diabolical traps in abandoned alleyways. Slave traders. Cannibals. Murderers. Surely he would not survive the night. It wouldn't be surprising if he died of a heartattack before the trap-makers arrived to finish the job. The brute's breath was coming out in rapid pants as he stared at the mass of cars. Would his last sight really be that of giants hunks of metal? How awful would that be?

In the midst of his fear he heard a strange sound. In fact, it was a rather familiar sound. Though the memory itself was haunting. The memory of cracks, pops, the bones snapping out place and reforming into that strange shape. Oh, Tristan remembered that transformation all too well. So it was a Luperci that had created the trap, perhaps even his brother. The half blind Timber wolf looked above the heap of metal, tail tucked squarely between his legs as he waited for the image of his brother to pop into his vision. There was no reason to attempt to die with dignity. He'd run from it long enough.

It was quite the surprise, then, when another wolf climbed above the wreckage in Optime form. He stood staring at her with an open mouth, observing her movements as she climbed down. When she reached the ground he backed away slightly, hackles half raised now that he knew she wasn't the murderous brother he kept expecting around every corner. At her kind 'hello' he released a sigh of relief, eyeballing her somewhat suspiciously still. So, she wasn't here to kill him. Maybe. With a wary look he nodded, ignoring the sting of his tongue when he spoke. "Yeah... it appears that some one either clever or murderous, or perhaps both, decided to play games tonight." There was a hint of irritation mixed with awe in his tones. With a dip of multi-hued head he continued, "I'm Tristan, by the way." There. Perhaps knowing his name would keep the vixen from giving in to murderous intent, should she be such.

Terra · 12-04-2011, 11:40 PM

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Terra grinned as Tristan spoke. He was right about the trap maker being clever, but the rest of it sounded like someone with too much fear. The fact that her trap had caght someone so ridden with it was even more funny than the fact that it had worked so well. Her 'guest' appeared to be a rather amusing creature. She had to wonder why he'd chosen to enter such a suspicious area when he was so afraid though.

Glancing over her shoulder Terra studied the wall of cars. This was not something she'd thought through. While Terra was quite excellent at trapping people, the release part was still being developed. She ran a hand through her long mane and glanced back at the wolf. Can you shift? We can both climb out that way. Terra knew there were non shifters out there, but hadn't yet learned the scent differences. If not, I suppose we can try and dig our way out. Examining the cars Terra noticed a window that they could break through. Hopefully the other side would lead out, and not to more cars.

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