- Feb 18, 2023
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anger makes you stupid . stupid gets you killed .
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/ owl attack
Really was only a matter of time before he got picked off, trailing behind the others like some wounded animal when the coo of an owl alerted him of its presence. Damnit. His helm snapped upward, staring at the dense oak, molten pupils dilating. He might’ve had a fightin’ chase if he could move, but with a bum shoulder, Duskpool wasn’t liking the chances, the cooing sound traveling from one branch to the next causing the fur along his spine to stand.
The obsidian warrior remained vigilant, paranoia creeping up his frame with its icy tendrils wrapping themselves around his heart, knowin’ just how much he’d been escaping death. He supposed this was karma for thinkin’ about the future, returnin’ to SkyClan like the fool he was. He breathed, tattered ears swerving, trying to pinpoint the owl’s location hidden amongst the oak branches.
He wondered, as half-hearted as it was if the others would notice him missin’ but he had some hope they’d figure it out, eventually. No point it comin’ for his body. He was gonna rot whether he was shoved into the ground or lying topside. Not that he deserved a send-off to wherever a foxheart like himself went.
Duskpool snarled, whipping around at the last second, shoulder groaning in protest to stare at the approaching owl, feathered wings flapping to keep it afloat, talons outstretched. “Ain’t worth it!” He snapped with a low-guttural rumble, feeling the sink of talons in his shoulder, tippin’ him over like all those moons ago when he passed out, hitting the ground with a loud thump, muffled by the beat of wings.
The familiar trickle of blood welled up, but thankful he landed on his non-injured shoulder, but it left him vulnerable, barely able to move his forelimb unless he wanted to risk damaging it even more. Foxdung. His muzzle wrinkled, cumbersome form dragged, kicking up debris as he dug his claws into the ground when he was cut off from the journeying cats, lost in the middle of a damn maze.
It seemed the owl gave up, taking perch on one of the low hangin’ branches, watching his crumbled form sprawled out across the ground, breathing raggedly until he sucked in a breath. A laugh bubbled up in his throat ( bittersweet ) at the sudden implications. He pulled himself onto massive paws to survey his surroundings, teeth-gritting until he pulled himself upright.
He moved swiftly, away from the owl while taking stock of his injuries, beads of ichor welling up against the puncture words, but thankfully didn’t seem too deep. Nothin’ that would kill him unless he became someone’s crowfood for the day. Limping, Duskpool settled beside the oak, sinking against the rough bark some lengths away from his scuffle. A deadpan optic scoured the terrain, nursing his tender shoulder while calculating his next move, ears perked for any more signs of that damn owl.
/ feel free to make a thread, noticing he's missing ^^ plan on him finding his way back off-screen ( or someone can find him off-screen )
Really was only a matter of time before he got picked off, trailing behind the others like some wounded animal when the coo of an owl alerted him of its presence. Damnit. His helm snapped upward, staring at the dense oak, molten pupils dilating. He might’ve had a fightin’ chase if he could move, but with a bum shoulder, Duskpool wasn’t liking the chances, the cooing sound traveling from one branch to the next causing the fur along his spine to stand.
The obsidian warrior remained vigilant, paranoia creeping up his frame with its icy tendrils wrapping themselves around his heart, knowin’ just how much he’d been escaping death. He supposed this was karma for thinkin’ about the future, returnin’ to SkyClan like the fool he was. He breathed, tattered ears swerving, trying to pinpoint the owl’s location hidden amongst the oak branches.
He wondered, as half-hearted as it was if the others would notice him missin’ but he had some hope they’d figure it out, eventually. No point it comin’ for his body. He was gonna rot whether he was shoved into the ground or lying topside. Not that he deserved a send-off to wherever a foxheart like himself went.
Duskpool snarled, whipping around at the last second, shoulder groaning in protest to stare at the approaching owl, feathered wings flapping to keep it afloat, talons outstretched. “Ain’t worth it!” He snapped with a low-guttural rumble, feeling the sink of talons in his shoulder, tippin’ him over like all those moons ago when he passed out, hitting the ground with a loud thump, muffled by the beat of wings.
The familiar trickle of blood welled up, but thankful he landed on his non-injured shoulder, but it left him vulnerable, barely able to move his forelimb unless he wanted to risk damaging it even more. Foxdung. His muzzle wrinkled, cumbersome form dragged, kicking up debris as he dug his claws into the ground when he was cut off from the journeying cats, lost in the middle of a damn maze.
It seemed the owl gave up, taking perch on one of the low hangin’ branches, watching his crumbled form sprawled out across the ground, breathing raggedly until he sucked in a breath. A laugh bubbled up in his throat ( bittersweet ) at the sudden implications. He pulled himself onto massive paws to survey his surroundings, teeth-gritting until he pulled himself upright.
He moved swiftly, away from the owl while taking stock of his injuries, beads of ichor welling up against the puncture words, but thankfully didn’t seem too deep. Nothin’ that would kill him unless he became someone’s crowfood for the day. Limping, Duskpool settled beside the oak, sinking against the rough bark some lengths away from his scuffle. A deadpan optic scoured the terrain, nursing his tender shoulder while calculating his next move, ears perked for any more signs of that damn owl.
/ feel free to make a thread, noticing he's missing ^^ plan on him finding his way back off-screen ( or someone can find him off-screen )
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