[The comm turns on to the sight of the inside of a canine mouth and white puppy teeth. There are crunching noises as Thom's teeth slip across the case.

About ten seconds in, the view tilts to show Thom, laying on his back and holding the communicator up above his head. His floppy ears lay open on the ground and his deep-keeled, fluffy chest ( Read more... )

[Muffled bumps, as if the comm is being handled by clumsy fingers.

A long pause, followed by a sniff.]

Um...

M-my collar.

Can't come off. Shouldn't come off, ever ever ever.

But it's not on me an'...

[Sniff]

I-if anyone hazzit...

Please give it back.

........

'kay. Thanks.

[Click.]

{OOC: Thom's collar has two parts - a thick metal ( Read more... )

[There's a high-pitched whimpering, the almost dual-toned pleading sound that only dogs seem capable of. Thom's voice becomes distinct from the whine]

Please - please - m- where's my Master, please, I - I want Misters Xana an' Tallsin - please lemme see 'em pleeease ---

[The begging dissolves into purely animal yelps of pain, undulating and ( Read more... )

I... I dun' feel so good.

[Thom coughs, and if you listen closely, you can hear him panting at an accelerated rate.]

Hurk -

[Transmission cuts off as Thom goes to throw up. ;A; ]

{OOC: Backdated to within a few hours of this}

[Click. Some fumbling of stubby puppy fingers. Snuffling as he checks it out with his nose.]

H-hello? I don't - know where I am... um...

Has anyone seen my Masters? Mister Tallsin - and Xana - I was asleep with them last night and -

[Whimper.]

Where am I?