Technological Evolution
Status: Left shoulder Injured.
Objective: Searching for Padawan's( Nouqai Veil )
Beneath shaggy hairs, Ears twitched slightly. In the distance, Grrwunhoooll could hear some semblance of not only movement but combat? From his location it was faint and lasted on a moment before it faded away. The sounds caused the Jedi Knight to pause only briefly before walking over to a nearby tree and with some effort propping his dislocated left shoulder against the trunk as raised as he could manage without letting out a roar of pain. Under his breath a slur of curses were spoken in Shyriiwook.
Golden eyes inspected his position, the tree trunk and his left arm before mentally preparing himself to reset the dislocated limb back in place. Its only little bit of pain. It will pass. It will pass. He told himself mentally and began practicing Jedi breathing techniques before counting down.
3..
2..
1...
POP!
The sudden shift of his body weight was all it took to pop the shoulder back in place and send white hot sparks from the socket into his nerves and the rest of his figure in millisecond's. Grrwunhoooll roared a cry birth out of pain and anger. Anger for the situation and the responsibility that the wookie had over watching all the Padawans. Though the attack on the shuttle was outside his control, As a Jedi he felt the weight of protecting those who otherwise could not on his shoulders and even more so this was felt culturally.
Loyalty to his comrades. His fellow Jedi.
Still coping with the pain, Grrwunhoooll's claws protruded from hidden slits in his shaggy finger tips and scratched chunks of bark off the tree. It was all he could do to calm himself from the flood of emotions and physical pain that he felt currently. A soft moan escaped his maw before his once again shallow breaths returned to deeper ones.
Breathe. Focus my breath. Composing himself the wookie took up a sprinters stance as if ready to run and closed his eyes to listen once more for any sort of sound. A hint for a direction. All he needed was one padawan and the rest he would find later. Once a sound came to ear, Grrwunhoooll leaned forward ever so slightly and opened his eyes to a ever stretched blur that became the forest around him. Only the forest was not the one moving. He was and at preternatural speeds.
Objective: Searching for Padawan's( Nouqai Veil )
Beneath shaggy hairs, Ears twitched slightly. In the distance, Grrwunhoooll could hear some semblance of not only movement but combat? From his location it was faint and lasted on a moment before it faded away. The sounds caused the Jedi Knight to pause only briefly before walking over to a nearby tree and with some effort propping his dislocated left shoulder against the trunk as raised as he could manage without letting out a roar of pain. Under his breath a slur of curses were spoken in Shyriiwook.
Golden eyes inspected his position, the tree trunk and his left arm before mentally preparing himself to reset the dislocated limb back in place. Its only little bit of pain. It will pass. It will pass. He told himself mentally and began practicing Jedi breathing techniques before counting down.
3..
2..
1...
POP!
The sudden shift of his body weight was all it took to pop the shoulder back in place and send white hot sparks from the socket into his nerves and the rest of his figure in millisecond's. Grrwunhoooll roared a cry birth out of pain and anger. Anger for the situation and the responsibility that the wookie had over watching all the Padawans. Though the attack on the shuttle was outside his control, As a Jedi he felt the weight of protecting those who otherwise could not on his shoulders and even more so this was felt culturally.
Loyalty to his comrades. His fellow Jedi.
Still coping with the pain, Grrwunhoooll's claws protruded from hidden slits in his shaggy finger tips and scratched chunks of bark off the tree. It was all he could do to calm himself from the flood of emotions and physical pain that he felt currently. A soft moan escaped his maw before his once again shallow breaths returned to deeper ones.
Breathe. Focus my breath. Composing himself the wookie took up a sprinters stance as if ready to run and closed his eyes to listen once more for any sort of sound. A hint for a direction. All he needed was one padawan and the rest he would find later. Once a sound came to ear, Grrwunhoooll leaned forward ever so slightly and opened his eyes to a ever stretched blur that became the forest around him. Only the forest was not the one moving. He was and at preternatural speeds.
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