05-28-2020, 09:30 PM
The unmistakable whip-crack! of the territory's net traps generally signified one of two things: an unwary joiner, or a fabulously stupid trespasser. For the most part, functioning members of Tanglewood understood the region well enough to avoid such traps, and if it wasn't a minimal amount of cognizance that was saving their asses from the detainment devices, it was the plethora of symbols etched into the surrounding trees that indicated nearby traps.
Of course, though, there were always exceptions. An example of an extreme case would be poor Delilah Evergarden, who stepped in a bear trap, and required that her leg be amputated by none other than Leroy himself. Luckily for her, the male was fruitfully experienced in the art of limb removal, and got the job done without any missteps. In fact, the Limb-Remover in this scenario was so proud of his handiwork from that day, he still had that girl's leg sitting in an icebox somewhere. Thankfully, a hefty chunk of those bear traps had been disabled since then, mostly eliminating the random threat of losing a leg.
But yes, a trap was set off in the distance, and presumably being the closest individual, Leroy departed to the mechanism's location. He arrived to find a feline hoisted high in the air, cussing and wriggling around in a feeble attempt to free himself. This person wasn't one he'd met yet, though he reeked of the beautiful Tanglewood stench. Must've been a newcomer, then, if getting stuck in that manner came as an effortless feat. "How's it hangin' up there?" he asks, admiring the predicament this fellow had gotten himself into. "I'd help ya out if I could, but I can't fly or nothin' like that. But I'll try to catch ya, if ya can skew yourself free!"
Of course, though, there were always exceptions. An example of an extreme case would be poor Delilah Evergarden, who stepped in a bear trap, and required that her leg be amputated by none other than Leroy himself. Luckily for her, the male was fruitfully experienced in the art of limb removal, and got the job done without any missteps. In fact, the Limb-Remover in this scenario was so proud of his handiwork from that day, he still had that girl's leg sitting in an icebox somewhere. Thankfully, a hefty chunk of those bear traps had been disabled since then, mostly eliminating the random threat of losing a leg.
But yes, a trap was set off in the distance, and presumably being the closest individual, Leroy departed to the mechanism's location. He arrived to find a feline hoisted high in the air, cussing and wriggling around in a feeble attempt to free himself. This person wasn't one he'd met yet, though he reeked of the beautiful Tanglewood stench. Must've been a newcomer, then, if getting stuck in that manner came as an effortless feat. "How's it hangin' up there?" he asks, admiring the predicament this fellow had gotten himself into. "I'd help ya out if I could, but I can't fly or nothin' like that. But I'll try to catch ya, if ya can skew yourself free!"