HOLDING ME DOWN / & / PRIVATE, LUCKY

[GRIMPAW]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]The last few days have been beyond stressful, and all he finds himself wanting to do is sleep. The climb up here had left him exhausted all the way down to his bones, but worse was watching the state of the others deteriorate. The canine is young and in good healthy, large and intimidating and skilled enough that most people don't mess with him. Radiation isn't something selective. Dead prey ended up wounding them all, social breakdown ended up wounding them all. The climb up had been more critical. The elderly collapsed, kittens were desperately passed between gentle mouths so that their little paws could get a break. Grim prided himself on being emotionally detached when he needed to be, but this — it was difficult. It would be to anyone, he supposes. But it makes him tired. He wants to get away from all of this hurting. He won't. He won't, because they need him, but it makes him ache to watch them hurt. How the hell does Pip do it? How does anyone?

At least he looks better than he feels. He should have guessed that spending time with Pip meant he was going to get cleaned up. The mud and blood had been washed away from the canine's face, leaving him feeling strange. The chain on his dog tags had snapped, and although it was messily tied around his paw for now, the familiar weight missing from his neck is unsettling. All of this is. Like he'd said — he just wants to sleep. Instead, Grimpaw is sitting at the edges of the "camp" where they had all chosen to rest. His head is ducked low, eyes drooping with exhaustion, but he shakes his head and tries to keep himself up for a while longer. It's not even fully dark yet. With a heavy sigh, the massive canine turns to busying himself with the broken set of dog tags, mentally searching for a way that he could fix them. Hopefully he didn't lose them before that point.

[member=8016]lucky[/member]

[sunrise skater kid.]

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lucky had been going around, trying to meet as many animals as possible. his doe eyes scanned the camp, looking for the next subject of his attention. he panted, squinting at the many faces. none were quiet familiar yet, but he recognized many. suddenly he spotted someone sitting towards the outskirts. he was pretty sure they hadn't spoken yet, so he sood up to approach them.

as the white dog approached, he noticed the other was fiddling with something. that could be a conversation starter! he grinned and sped up.

he came up and immediately spoke. "hi!" he barked loudly. "i'm lucky! i don't believe we've met, what's your name?" he was suddenly worried that maybe they had met and lucky had just forgotten. after all, his memory was not exactly great. his smile wavered, but only for a second. who cared? if he had messed up, he'd just be embarrassed for a minute before moving on. come on lucks, it's no biggie. he thought, shaking his head slightly.

as he waited for a reply, he appraised his new acquaintance. he seemed young, and was very clean. the item he was messing with appeared to be metal, some kind of tag or label. he was really curious about them now, and made a note to ask.

[spoiler=･ﾟ✧  dizzy]
IF I COULD I'D TRADE — ✧  general
oliver knight & cismale (he/him) & goes by 'lucky'
three years old & birthday is january second

MY HEART FOR A SECOND BRAIN — ✧  appearance
mental health: 78% / physical health: 98%
long, wavy white fur
big and fluffy
dark eyes, nose, and mouth
big paws, floppy ears, and upward curling tail
[ — & important marks ] none yet

I WISH I WAS AS BRAVE — ✧  personality
traits: friendly, outgoing, bright, loud, sweet, affectionate, anxious, skittish, warm, hard-working, ambitious, clever, witty, appeasing, happy.
[— & quirks + habits] tail chasing, bouncing on his toes, psychoanalyzing
[— & mental disorders]none!

AS MY LAST NAME SUGGESTS— ✧  relationships & interaction
homosexual + homoromantic & single & pm sunny for plotting !
medium difficulty & not trained, just big
attack in bold white
won't kill & won't torture & may humanely capture[/spoiler]

[GRIMPAW]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]How anyone could be as social as Lucky, he's not entirely sure. Even Pip has some restraint, a gentle, friendly personality tempered by caution. Grim himself is relatively asocial as a whole. People annoy him, particularly when they're... Happy. The dog startles sharply at the sound of a voice, a jolt racing obviously from his paws to his head as he jerks upwards to stare. Confusion is very clearly written on his face, and being caught on unfamiliar ground like that leaves him unsure of what to say. Usually, he would offer something caustic to remind people that he didn't want to be spoken to, but — well, it doesn't quite work out like that. His mouth opening and closing a few times, Grimpaw finally manages a quiet, confused, "I?" before falling silent again. Here, foggy green eyes narrow. "I'm Grimpaw." It lacks his venom or snap, or even any sort of curiosity. Just a simple statement. But like the older dog, he finds himself studying the stranger in detail. However, his still leans towards "threat assessment".

Overwhelmingly large. Fluffy, just like himself. Kind expression. Can't see any major injuries. He finds himself wanting to retreat now, if only to avoid what he feels like is an all too gentle scrutiny in the stranger's dark eyes. "Why are you talking to me?" Now that's a stupid question. No what's your name or how are you or any of those normal icebreakers. Faintly embarrassed, his skin on fire underneath his thick fur, Grim closes his eyes for a moment. "People don't usually — bother." And that addition is just a little bit pathetic. Great. They're off to a great start.

[sunrise skater kid.]

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lucky grinned. "hi grimpaw! i like your name." his tail was wagging as he spoke, enthused to be making a friend.

at the younger dog's question, lucky cocked his head in confusion. why wouldn't he talk to grimpaw? it was just the nice thing to do! at the addition, the white canine's brows furrowed. why weren't people talking to grimpaw? lucky was thoroughly enjoying the conversation. their loss, he thought with a shrug. "well, i talk to everybody! and i think it's pretty silly of them not to talk to you, you're so cool!"

his eyes flicked back down to the metal bits. "hey, what's that you've got there?" lucky asked. he sat panting for a second before adding, "you don't have to tell me, of course! it just looks cool. but you're cool even without them so it's no biggie!"

[spoiler=･ﾟ✧  dizzy]
IF I COULD I'D TRADE — ✧  general
oliver knight & cismale (he/him) & goes by 'lucky'
three years old & birthday is january second

MY HEART FOR A SECOND BRAIN — ✧  appearance
mental health: 78% / physical health: 98%
long, wavy white fur
big and fluffy
dark eyes, nose, and mouth
big paws, floppy ears, and upward curling tail
[ — & important marks ] none yet

I WISH I WAS AS BRAVE — ✧  personality
traits: friendly, outgoing, bright, loud, sweet, affectionate, anxious, skittish, warm, hard-working, ambitious, clever, witty, appeasing, happy.
[— & quirks + habits] tail chasing, bouncing on his toes, psychoanalyzing
[— & mental disorders]none!

AS MY LAST NAME SUGGESTS— ✧  relationships & interaction
homosexual + homoromantic & single & pm sunny for plotting !
medium difficulty & not trained, just big
attack in bold white
won't kill & won't torture & may humanely capture[/spoiler]