Gather the Gods [MEETING]
01-23-2014, 05:18 PM
He was late. So very late. The call had gone out some time ago, and Howl had been unable to arrive in time due to his predicament. Stuck in a rather clingy thorn bush while chasing a rabbit. And since he had been so focused on the prey, he didn't realize that the bush it had led him to was full of long white thorns. Upon crashing into it, they stabbed and burned his skin, cutting his face and ears as he tried to extricate himself. It hurt, it was painful, they stung and burned and made his skin itch. It was like mini porcupines had gotten hold of him and it was something he wanted to get away from. He whined as he stopped moving, heart beating fast as he tried to calm himself. Every movement made was painful, only furthering the penetration of the thorns into his body. He could feel small trickles of warmth run down his head and face, blood where the thorns had sliced and stabbed. Hazel eyes glanced around, looking for something to pull him out. And up above in the trees, something caught hid attention. A small creature with wide eyed staring down at him, tail curled over it's back. He frowned, so someone had been watching him struggle? How embarrassing...it began to chatter at him as it started to climb higher into the tree. Howl stared at the bush that trapped him, and suddenly a thick vine would fall on his head. "Ow! What the-" Glancing up, he saw it again pointing at the vine and then to him. Wasting no time, Howl grabbed hold of the vine with his teeth, using it to pull himself out. He winced as the thorns dragged against his form, but within moments he had pulled himself free. He shook his body, but it didn't do much to dislodge anything and yet he had no time to find and pull out each one without being in pain. Every movement hurt, but he would not be late to the meeting. Turning to look at the creature, he uttered a quick thanks and began to run as fast as he could...or rather, limp. The thorns were everywhere, ears, paws, legs, face, belly, he looked like a live pin cushion. Finally after excruciatingly painful minutes, he arrived and sat in the back, head lowered as he tried not to draw attention. Blood trickled down his muzzle as he barely lifted his head to look at his sister, everyone else he would have to greet later. Talk like this |