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03-04-2017, 02:07 PM
But they didn’t see him.
The male bear was hungry, was famished, and was still a little woozy from his lengthy winter nap. His own patrol hadn’t favored him in the least – food had been scarce high in the mountains, and as he tumbled down the steppe’s sides, large nose sniffing in nearby caverns, hovering over small bounties of woodland berries, he caught a whiff of something else.
Lord, he was starving, and there, just down over the ridge, in between the pine, was a small group of horses.
Normally he wouldn’t even bother with them. There were too many horns, too many enchantments, and too many boastful, annoying, vexing beasts lurking there. They’d likely singe or stab him, and he’d be left in far worse condition than before.
But there was one nearby, away from the horde, that perhaps he might have a chance of snacking on. Desperate times called for desperate measures.
He didn’t roar. He didn’t grunt. He simply moved his body, which felt like skin and bones, over the snow, over the earth, closer and closer to the painted mare (and suddenly she was much, much larger, but that didn’t matter to him, not anymore), widening his jaws, parting his great maw, and in his excitement, couldn’t resist bellowing then and there, intending to chomp down on her left haunch, paws trying to slash and tear and smack across her hind.
[The starving bear tries to sneak up on Vertigo, intending to bite at her left haunch and slash at her hind.]
The male bear was hungry, was famished, and was still a little woozy from his lengthy winter nap. His own patrol hadn’t favored him in the least – food had been scarce high in the mountains, and as he tumbled down the steppe’s sides, large nose sniffing in nearby caverns, hovering over small bounties of woodland berries, he caught a whiff of something else.
Lord, he was starving, and there, just down over the ridge, in between the pine, was a small group of horses.
Normally he wouldn’t even bother with them. There were too many horns, too many enchantments, and too many boastful, annoying, vexing beasts lurking there. They’d likely singe or stab him, and he’d be left in far worse condition than before.
But there was one nearby, away from the horde, that perhaps he might have a chance of snacking on. Desperate times called for desperate measures.
He didn’t roar. He didn’t grunt. He simply moved his body, which felt like skin and bones, over the snow, over the earth, closer and closer to the painted mare (and suddenly she was much, much larger, but that didn’t matter to him, not anymore), widening his jaws, parting his great maw, and in his excitement, couldn’t resist bellowing then and there, intending to chomp down on her left haunch, paws trying to slash and tear and smack across her hind.
[The starving bear tries to sneak up on Vertigo, intending to bite at her left haunch and slash at her hind.]
