07-21-2018, 12:48 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]However much Gabe despised hacking up pellets after eating, he couldn't subsist off of poor social skills and air, so at the moment, he was stalking himself up a meal. He'd hidden his shadow as best he could from the mouse, but considering the only thing he had to work with was grass and the occasional tree, it scampered into a log. The hybrid landed on the top, reaching the opposite end to wait, but after a few moments of that, the mouse a complete no show, he craned his head down to peer inside. The mouse was still inside, and appeared to have gotten its tail stuck on one of the log's knots. This should be relatively simple, then, and so he dropped down, the entrance wide enough for him to slip inside without any complications.
Or at least, his front quarter.
The issue cropped up when the wider part of his wings had to pass through, and he pulled them as close as he could to his torso to combat the problem. Gabe managed to crawl in a few more inches before he was at another standstill, this one less likely to be fixed by sucking it in. Glaring at the mouse, who had finally yanked its tail free, he stretched his talons out as far as he could manage, just a few centimeters from skimming the rodent. It seemed to realize he was stuck, and tittered what he could only assume was some kind of vulgar insult -he was gonna eat every damn mouse he saw after this- before it darted out the other side. Sighing, the hybrid intended to back out, except he found that he was stuck. Thoroughly. Snapping his beak, he wriggled fiercely, earning only scrapes for his attempt.
Thinking intangible thoughts didn't help either, because naturally, in moments when he needed his body to cooperate, its obedience had fucked off to "laugh at Gabe" land. Regardless, he gave it another shot, concentrating determinedly, awaiting the abrupt nothingness of sensation, except that never came. So. He was stuck, without any gasoline to A) slick himself to squirm free or B) set himself on fire.
"Fucking- carajo." He paused after taking a moment to claw the hell out of the log's bottom. "Hey! Can anyone hear me? If you're laughing, so help me, I'll- te voy a pegar una hostia que te van a salir los dientes de la boca como palomitas."
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Or at least, his front quarter.
The issue cropped up when the wider part of his wings had to pass through, and he pulled them as close as he could to his torso to combat the problem. Gabe managed to crawl in a few more inches before he was at another standstill, this one less likely to be fixed by sucking it in. Glaring at the mouse, who had finally yanked its tail free, he stretched his talons out as far as he could manage, just a few centimeters from skimming the rodent. It seemed to realize he was stuck, and tittered what he could only assume was some kind of vulgar insult -he was gonna eat every damn mouse he saw after this- before it darted out the other side. Sighing, the hybrid intended to back out, except he found that he was stuck. Thoroughly. Snapping his beak, he wriggled fiercely, earning only scrapes for his attempt.
Thinking intangible thoughts didn't help either, because naturally, in moments when he needed his body to cooperate, its obedience had fucked off to "laugh at Gabe" land. Regardless, he gave it another shot, concentrating determinedly, awaiting the abrupt nothingness of sensation, except that never came. So. He was stuck, without any gasoline to A) slick himself to squirm free or B) set himself on fire.
"Fucking- carajo." He paused after taking a moment to claw the hell out of the log's bottom. "Hey! Can anyone hear me? If you're laughing, so help me, I'll- te voy a pegar una hostia que te van a salir los dientes de la boca como palomitas."
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I'M
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]MUCH TOO FAST
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