I want to keep you alive [o, trapped]

[wormwood.]

☆ HUNG PICTURES OF PATRON SAINTS UP ON MY WALL TO REMIND ME THAT I AM A FOOL. TELL ME WHERE I CAME FROM, WHAT I WILL ALWAYS BE: JUST A SPOILED LITTLE KID WHO WENT TO CATHOLIC SCHOOL —

Man, they really needed to implement some sort of warning system for the traps. Technically they already had one in the form of the tree markings, but those weren't exactly easily identifiable. He supposed that was kind of the point, since you didn't want your enemies seeing where your traps were, but Aurum had honestly yet to see any actual enemies caught up in the traps. No, in his entire time living in Tanglewood, he had only ever seen joiners or visitors get snared or tripped up or otherwise. It wasn't a very effective system, when all it did was annoy people who were friendly towards them. Despite this, the proxy held his tongue for now, figuring that there were more important things to worry about when it came to Tanglewood's territory. After all, it wasn't as if he and others couldn't help people out of the traps fairly easily once they were found, which meant that at the very least people weren't in them for very long – unless nobody was out patrolling on that particular day. That would've been a nightmare for any poor, unfortunate soul stupid enough to get caught up in one of the territory traps, forced to sit and wait for anybody to come for a whole day.

Luckily, Octane wasn't one of those poor unfortunate souls, since Aurum had been out for a walk when the scent of the Typhoon came to him. Not only the scent of the Typhoon, but the particular scent of Octane, something he could identify from when the cheetah had first brought Caustic to them. Curious to see why the male was on their territory again – probably to see Caustic, he reckoned – the angel made his way through the trees towards the scent, eventually reaching where the other was sitting, staring up at his own leg. He stared up at the other male's leg for a long moment before he started chuckling, the lion shaking his head from side to side as he grew close, "Hey there... Octane, right? Looks like you got caught up in one of our traps... we've really gotta teach Typhooners our warning system. Here, lemme help you get that back." Spreading out his wings, the lion flew upwards to where the other's leg was dangling, biting back his laughter as he inspected Octane's hind metal leg. When he found where the snare was, he reached out a paw, trying to hook his claw into where the line was and cut it quickly, hopefully releasing Octane's prosthetic from the trap. If he was successful, then the line would release, and the leg would fall downwards. It might hurt the prosthetic a bit, but ultimately it would just fall down into the mud below.

Whether or not he was successful, Aurum would then return to the ground below, turning to face Octane before he spoke up again, "So then... what's brought you to be hanging around our territory?" That joke was awful. Truly awful, but he was a Dad, which meant he had a right to tell terrible jokes on occasion. Besides, he was trying to lighten the mood for Octane, sure that the other wasn't too happy about getting caught up in a trap. At least, that was if his angered cursing from before was anything to go by. In reality, Aurum was fairly sure that the cheetah had just come around to see how Caustic was doing – considering he had been the one to bring the male here in the first place – but there was always the possibility that he had important news. Aurum doubted that, however, figuring Goldie would send someone a little more trustworthy with anything big and newsworthy.

[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #1B1B2F; font-size: 24px;"][color=#44437F]— AURUM

#psychosocial.