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It was desolate even in the springtime, but still a source of water. He had circled through the No Man's Land, trying to stay out of Fulsi territory, but he had caught the scent of the herd and followed it doggedly. Grey had been on the hunt for over two days, but he was coming up empty aside from rabbits and squirrels.

Fallen had grown exasperated (but expectant) of his sheer determination on any "mission", and by now they had relented their insistence that, when he went out for days at a time, he take someone with him. He licked his chops, eyeing one ungainly doe after the other. They had been surrounding Breathlight Inn for easily thirty minutes, and he was beginning to assume that they were going to stay there for the night. But even after all that time not one of them--not a single one--had strayed close enough for him to kill. His muscles were aching from holding himself as he was, barely leveled off the ground, painfully still. The fur of his stomach brushed the dirt, his tail curled behind him against the base of the tree.

One of the does started, jerking up and surveying the area before she calmed. Slowly, she began to graze at the dry, yellow grass. She drew closer. Grey's ears twisted forward, and his eyes fixed on her, his jaws parting--closer, closer.

Close. He exploded from his cover, and everything happened very quickly. She dodged his initial attack, leaping clear over Grey's head, and hit the ground to flee toward the distant cover of the trees in Delica Park. The rest of the herd was startled, a collection of five or six other deer, but Grey was focused on his original target--he began to sprint after her, extending his legs, stretching his body out after what seemed like an eternity of stillness.

The chase lasted several minutes, until they broke into the park and the deer gained the advantage of being a much, much better jumper. She hurdled through the darker part of the trees, the areas that had gone wild, and Grey struggled to keep up--but she hit an open space and he ran full tilt, closing the distance rapidly. Her foot caught in a gofer hole, she stumbled, broke into another line of cover. His jaws were snapping at her heels, almost there, almost there--

She abruptly turned left. He was taken aback, ready to pursue, but just as he turned something snagged him. His momentum threw him forward while something else violently jerked him back, and he laid reeling on his side. He couldn't breathe!

It took him several seconds to assess the situation, pushing the pain to the back of his mind. His eyes rolled in his head and caught sight of the wire... Damn. It was a snare. He was lucky he hadn't broken his neck. Air wheezed through his nostrils, and he rolled his shoulders to get him into a more comfortable position, one foreleg braced against the ground and the other curled under him.

Frustration was there. Serious frustration because, really, who got caught by a snare? Of all things? The longer he looked at it, the more he knew that it wasn't even meant to be a trap for intruders, just an honest-to-God snare. His lip curled up over his fang. If he could just shift and undo it with his fingers, he would be fine.

Of course, he remembered very clearly when Jonas told him that shapeshifters could get killed or seriously messed up by shifting when detained by something like this. He couldn't just lay there, but each movement tightened the cord, and it was already pretty damn tight from his initial capture. Best case scenario? He could get out by himself. Worse case scenario? A Fulsi would come and check it. The more likely scenario? Well.

He rolled his eyes, noticed that the light was steadily draining from the sky. He tried to maneuver a paw to the wire, but the angle was impossible without dislocating his shoulder or strangling himself. He slowly edged his way towards the base of the snare to keep from making it any tighter, and released a heavy sigh. He tried to tick through a mental list of possible escapes...

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding: 30px; border: #a0a0a0 solid 30px; ] put your dreams away for now i won't see you for some time WORDS 594 OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED GREY She had been practicing. Jumping from the train cars hadn't done much for her, and Fallen territory wasn't dense with trees. However, when she had first arrived in this hellhole, the blonde had found a park. It had been nice there, and she was itching to go back. The young woman was ashamed that she couldn't fully control her animal form, and believed it high time to learn how it functioned. She swallowed hard before setting out Fallen territory, skirting around the other rings to stay out of trouble. When she woke up, she had felt as if this day held promise, and so she waited until others wouldn't question her absence and off she went. Denver felt vulnerable in her shift form, but she felt more so as a human as she ventured into unknown territory. The smaller she was, the more invisible she felt, and it made her feel more secure. The sugar glider skittered across the land as she followed memory and smell towards the park. She needed to practice gliding if she ever wanted to feel at least somewhat knowledgeable of her shift. After what seemed like ever, the tiny creature had finally made it the park. Twisting her head around to check for danger, she scrambled up the nearest tree. In the cover of the leaves Denver finally sighed in relief. Left over anxiety and paranoia of her past still haunted the blonde, but she was beginning to come to terms with it, however traces of it still remained. Jumping branch to branch, she started to practice gliding. A few times she misjudged the jump, and would land on a different branch or barely even make it. She had been practicing when the racket picked up. The sugar glider stopped dead in tracks on a thick branch, and scurried to the trunk of the tree. Her eyes surveyed the area, looking for reason behind the noise before finally spying movement. It was a canine chasing a deer, but still the little animal's heart pounded in fear for her own self. The chase brought back the memories of the virus attacking her and Monica. Denver shuddered. After a moment the noises stopped, and Denver sucked in large breathes to calm herself down. It took a bit, but finally she managed to skitter across the branch to get a better look of what had happened. There she spotted the shifter snagged in something, but Denver was unsure as to what. It took a bit for her brain to register that she knew this shifter, and tried to place him amongst her fellow Fallen. His name started with a g… Greg? No. Grey! She didn't have much experience with this certain fellow though, so she was uncertain if she should do anything. Swallowing hard, she decided since he was a part of her ring, that meant she had to help him. Not liking this turn of events, Denver let out a sigh before scurrying down the side of the tree. When the sugar glider hit the ground, she shifted back into a human. Biting her lip out of nervous habit, the blonde peeked around the tree, watching Grey closely. She took a step towards him, keeping a hand on the tree though, "Uh, hullo. Grey, is it?" Her voice was shaky. She hated meeting strangers, even if they were in her ring."If you tell me what to do, I can try to help you out." She added, still unsure as to what had trapped him. i am lost in my mind

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In his incapacitated state, Grey was more aware of his surroundings then usual--he was listening for anything, everything. The birds and the natural snaps and clicks of the forest had him high-strung; the fact that every animal hear heard could have very well been a Fulsi Scout or Hunter or Tenderfoot was what unsettled him even more.

He wasn't afraid, simply anxious and frustrated. A part of him wanted to whine, low in his throat, to convey his distress... but the rest of him knew that calling unnecessary attention to himself was a bad idea. Instead, he settled for pinning his ears to his head and lashing his felinesque tail, his claws sinking in and out of the dirt as he held himself there, as still as possible, full of restrained energy.

The fact that the arrival of the sugar glider was relatively silent, and positioned out of his line of sight, had Grey bristling and snarling when she shifted abruptly into a human girl. He heard her movement, and his entire body remained stiff until she walked closer, into his peripheral. Grey recognized her. His snarling cut off abruptly, and he eyed her with feral consideration. She wasn't a threat. She was an ally, even if he couldn't remember her name.

Apparently she didn't remember his well, either. Air whuffed out of his nostrils, but he didn't say anything until she asked him. He heard the tremble in her voice, her uncertain manner and proceeded to file the information away for later. But it wasn't his priority at the moment. Obviously. "It's a snare. It tightens whenever I move, and I can't shift back without hurting myself." He didn't know how familiar she was with the design of it. He considered how to explain the "removal" of the trap. "There should be a locking device that keeps it from loosening. It will be at the base of the wire, where the loop meets the rest of it." His eyes had not left her throughout the entirety of his speech. He was making sure she was following. From the way the wire was stretched taunt, his chin nearly resting on the base, he assumed that the locking device would be under his chin.

"It might break, depending on what it is made out of. If it doesn't, we'll need to find a way to cut it." Grey found himself wishing he could shift, yet again. He felt like an idiot with the length of his body stretched out, the wire taunt. On top of everything else, he was empty handed. But if he could just shift he would be able to grab one of his knives and escape, but no. The bottom line was that he shouldn't have gotten caught in it, in the first place. Grey sarcastically amended himself to watch out for tiny wires hidden in the brush from now on. "What's your name?"

His tone softened. Slightly, but it softened. It wasn't her fault he was agitated and in a tight place, quite literally.

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It became apparent that nothing about this situation was in this girls forte. Which exasperated him some. Grey had to remind himself to remain patient with her. It wasn't her fault that she hadn't been taught the basics of a snare. He licked his chops as she approached, feeling increasingly anxious to get out. His breathing was a little more labored than it would have been otherwise, considering the wire was pulled taunt against his throat. He was fairly certain there was a slit on the back of his neck from the original tug of the snare, too.

Her fingers searched his fur. Grey's eyes rolled to look at her, as his breath wheezed pitifully out of his nose. The sheer helplessness of the situation angered him as much as it made him nervous. "I'm Grey," he responded patiently. And then became slightly more frustrated with her. "You can't loosen it," Grey repeated, his tone still patient. Mentally, he was growing increasingly worried. They were in enemy territory. That meant they were vulnerable. "That's the point of a snare. Once an animal is caught in it, the wire will tighten with its movements, and it will not loosen. This seems like a crude snare, so you'll need to break it."

He heard a snap in the nearby brush, and his ears became erect and alert, his eyes snapping from Denver's face to their surroundings. He was trying to think it through. His shift's neck was larger than his humans. Would that make shifting into a man possible? He had heard of all kinds of things happening from that, and he decided against it. A new idea occurred to him, since she didn't appear to have a knife. Or convenient wire cutters. "If you follow the base of the wire, you might be able to find where its attached. You might have more luck un-attaching the line."

ooc: for reference