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He twisted his leg, and gave a whimper. No! Rope only tangled around it another time. His form hung halfway suspended from a low branch; trapped by ropes tightening everywhere. He was so clumsy! He hadn't even seen the unsettled coil of rope lying on the ground until it had grabbed his leg, and the more he fought it, the tighter it became. His struggle had led him to move around panic-stricken, moving too close to a low branch for his own good. A part of the rope around his shoulder caught on, and now he stood with three legs on the ground and a pained look on his face. Oh, how would he ever get himself out of this?! Now he was still, but waves of panic still shook the poor male. He was afraid of small and closed spaces, and although these ropes weren't the same he was still confined - trapped! Fear of becoming trapped was perhaps the fear behind his claustrophobia. He gave another small whimper before attempting to move his elevated shoulder. His legs were starting to hurt because he strained them to keep himself up, and his shoulder had a strange, prickling sensation. If he had been more intelligent he would perhaps have recognized it as the lack of blood flow, but he did not. All he knew was that he was miserable, and now his whimpers grew louder, until it became more of a stream of whimpers, broken every now and then with a half-hearted, mewl-like wail.. Hanging from the branch was a saddened and heavy and broken young male, who could not decide whether he wanted someone to find him or not. Oh, the embarrassement!
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sorry i am so slowww  (. btw, i <333 this table so hardcore, it's the longest i've ever used one, haha. 320 words
What Tokyo had initially believed and hoped was some sort of trapped prey animal was making some rather canine yelps by the time she drew close enough to actually investigate what was causing the noise. She was actually fairly disappointed that it wasn't some wounded animal. Sure, she generally preferred the flakier, lighter flesh of fish, but every once in a while a rabbit was pretty tasty. And not having to actually put in a lot of work to catch it always made something sound extra appealing. But noooo, of course not. Instead it was a poor, stupid and panicked looking young male. She fought to control her laughter, and then wondered why she was bothering. A giggle or two escaped as she approached. Patronizingly, but not entirely unkind, she shook her head and paused before him. "How.. did you get yourself into this?" She laughed again, a little, in complete disbelief that someone could actually accidentally have this happen. It reminded her a little of the sort of silly things Champ had gotten into as a puppy, and made her nostalgic and sort of fond of the boy.
He smelled very strongly of Dahlia. Strange, that Tokyo hadn't met him before, but maybe he didn't go out much. She probably wouldn't either, if this sort of thing happened. Her smile twitched again, but she didn't laugh, merely walked around him, looking for some loose end of rope. She couldn't even tell where it began! The female reached forward, grabbing the rope constraining his limb so painfully, but it was incredibly taught; there was no easy way for her to tug it out and free the leg. She tried to trace it downward, but lost it rapidly in the knotted, coiled pile resting on the ground. "This is pretty impressive.. Did someone tie you here for some reason?" It made more sense than the idea of getting into this accidentally!
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A scent of a stranger approached, someone female, and from his own pack. Whimpering, Emwe didn't know if it was good or bad. It was good that someone came, but bad that it was someone that probably everyone knew, and now everyone would know that he got himself stuck and it would be really, really terrible. He might just die from shame! But then again, he would probably die from this mess before that time. When she finally came into view, he knew he hadn't ever spoken to her before, but he might have seen her when he was very little. He didn't know: there were a lot of things he didn't remember from when he was very little. His face was worried and sad at the same time, and as she asked him how he had managed to put himself in the position he was in he simply whined and remained silent for a moment. He didn't want to say, and he didn't have to say, and she was laughing and it was not making him feel better!
She walked around him and studied the rope, and when she reached out to touch the one his leg was caught in he yelped - it hurt! It was stuck and it was tingling but it really hurt when she did that. "Don't!!", he cried desperately, his face panic-stricken. "I stepped in a coil and then I got stuck." His face burnt with shame as he bent his neck so he didn't have to look at her. It was a stupid, stupid day and she was a stupid, stupid girl. Woman. Whatever. His voice was weak and pleading, and something shook his body that he could not control. "Can you get me out of it?"
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[html] catching up on postss finally. so sorry for delay X_X. pooor emwe, haha. 312 words
The poor kid was whining, which just made it even harder to fight back her grin. It wasn't that she particularly enjoyed his suffering or anything. She wasn't that sort of wolf - nothing wrong with those who did like that stuff, but not her particular cup of tea. It was just he looked so sad and pathetic, so hopelessly trapped in such a ridiculous fashion. It was just so silly and he was so undignified. Tokyo would just die if she were ever caught in a situation like the one this boy found himself in.
Oh, wow, judging by his cry, apparently his leg was fairly tender too. Ice blue eyes carefully looked at the rope - yeah, it was twisted up around that limb something fierce. Tokyo's gaze followed that stretch of rope as it wrapped up and around, then back down again around his other side. She could probably chew it there with minimal discomfort, then unwind that limb - it seemed the most pressing thing to free. Approaching his other side, she glanced up at his face, which he was apparently trying to hide. Most of the laughter was out of her expression now, but amusement did still gleam in her eyes. "Yes, I can get you down. This part is probably going to hurt some, though."
Tokyo slid her hand under the piece rope she was now next to, which very likely had the effect of tightening the rope around the leg ever so slightly further. Without hesitating, she put her muzzle to it and gnawed, sharp teeth making quick work of the rope. As it gave way, she walked back around behind the boy, tugging the rope through places it had been tangled and trying to ease the pressure against his limb. Her ears flickered, listening for some sign that her efforts had had a positive effect.
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She continued to laugh at him, and his face continued to burn with shame. His eyes diverted from her form, he tried to maintain some dignity. Don't cry, don't cry! It was hard, but the lump in his throat gradually disappeared as he fought it with every possible means he had. The one leg still burned after she had tried to free it, and the lump seemed to be winning for a moment when she said she would have to cause more pain to it. She pulled on one rope and started chewing on it, and as she did he felt a tightening of the rope around his leg. It felt as if it was going to be ripped off! A moment of panic took him and he moved his other leg desperately, only to cry out in pain as his movements caused the ropes to tighten further. It felt as if every muscle in his body was slowly dying from the strain of trying to prevent the elevated leg to take some of his weight, not to mention that the leg in the midst of this tangle was throbbing fiercely. He whimpered, and while the female chewed he simply stared at the ground and fought the tears that threatened to take hold of him. He was soon an adult - he would not cry! Besides, the way she laughed at him, she would probably throw a laughing fit if he did, and that would be the end of the last ounce of pride he still had left.
The rope gave way, and she moved around him to move other parts of the rope. The sheer pressure from the rope on his leg seemed to lessen a little, and he could almost lean on it. It was still quite painful, but he felt a rush in it, as if his energy was flowing back into that part of the body. In reality, the feeling was his bloodflow returning to a closer-to-normal state, but he had never thought about such things. He knew creatures had blood in them, but the idea that it might be circulating inside the body was far-fetched, even for his head. Nope, that was definetely life rushing back into his leg. Looking back at the female, his eyes were no longer rimmed with tears. So, the pain was eased, yet still present. And he was still stuck big-time. "That's better, it's not as painful now. But it is still pretty stuck..." He tried to move it as if to show her how much it was stuck, and seeing as his movement was restricted quite a lot he had made his point. Now that he looked at her, his face started burning again, and he looked away. The ground was a good place to fix his eyes, really. It was so interesting, what with all the... twigs and stuff. His pride was bruised, but there was no way he would admit it!
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The poor kid was obviously suffering, and for all her amusement at the ridiculousness of the situation Tokyo genuinely did feel bad for him. She stared fixedly at the rope while chewing, trying to act like she hadn't noticed how close he was to tears, ignoring the whimpers of pain and the thrashing going on around her. She was glad to hear that he was in less pain now, and ran her hands over a couple other lengths of rope wrapped around that leg, trying to figure out which to work on next. Selecting a couple that looked particularly knotted, she spent a few minutes gnawing through each of them, trying to free him as much as possible as rapidly as she could.
That done, she decided to try and make small talk to ease his shame as she unwound each torn piece as far as she could, tugging it out from loops and trying to be gentle so as not to burn him with the friction. Slowly but surely he was being freed. "So what's your name, kid?" One piece of rope got stuck, and she tugged at it til it popped free, then she proceeded walking around to his other side. Delicate fingers picked at one place where a chewed off piece was twisted around a length still secured to his body, untwisting as gently as she could while still making progress with his freedom.
"You smell like you've been here a while. So have I. Strange we've never met." Idle comments in a soothing tone, most of her amusement lost in her sheer intensity of focus. It didn't make any sense that he would be able to get into this situation on his own. Maybe he was lying? As she worked, her mind created a variety of situations that would explain this case better: a mean friend who wanted to play a trick, a higher ranking member who wanted to take out some anger, someone who wanted revenge..
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She kept chewing on ropes and while some of them grew tighter as she did so, when she actually managed to cut them it felt quite a lot better. Still his muscles ached as if they were about to explode; there was no way he was telling her how long he'd actually been standing there! Not that he knew it himself. Her hands traveled across ropes here and there, as if testing them and trying to find the solution to this knot he had placed himself in. Emwe himself was not in a position where he could actually see what she was doing all of the time, restricted by this vicious coil that threatened to slowly strangle his life, and so as she moved around him he simply let his silver eyes trace all sorts of uninteresting things on the ground, when they were not shut with pain. Her demeanor shifted from really unpleasant to somewhere in between as she started small-talking, and Emwe could not decide whether he liked this or not. She was perhaps being fake? He did not know. Perhaps he had overreacted when she laughed before, but he really could not see the humor in his pain. Still, though he wasn't sure if he even wanted to talk to her at all (but she was helping him, after all! Such a dilemma this was.), he still responded automatically to the quite familiar questions she asked. The despair that had manifested itself as a big tumor in his throat and threatened to bring proper tears to his eyes shrunk a little, and his voice was not so thick as he thought it would be when he spoke. "I'm Emwe, Emwe Soul." The conversation moved much as the female did, circling around him and finding new answers to the situation. He decided that he would just stop thinking now, and not mind what was happening. If he just kept talking, he might just forget all the aching and stuff. It kept lessening anyway, as she managed to cut and untangle more and more ropes.
"We probably have met, but maybe you don't remember." Emwe had been taken to every pack meeting there was since he was born, and if this person had stayed here for some time she was bound to have seen him at some point. Still, though, seeing was not the same of meeting, but Emwe always believed that his parents must have held some sort of presentation of their children when they had been born. And if not, who didn't know Alexey? Everyone knew Alexey. Alexey was awesome. And Conor knew a lot of people, too. It was just that Emwe was so busy with adventures and stuff, always running this way and that, and never having the time to just sit and talk idly. He was far too... energetic. His puppy fat was slowly disappearing from his body, but his total body mass did not lessen. The fat was simpyl being slowly replaced by muscle. In no time he would perhaps to some resemble his bulky father in terms of shape, not color. "So who are you, then?" It wasn't likely that Emwe would recognise any name she gave. He didn't pay attention, though he was certain that she recognised his own. After all, he was the son of Haku. How much more famous could you get, unless you were Haku yourself? The young male was very proud of his father.
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