Hunny, Hunny, Who's got the- what? Honey?

Ciel · 08-12-2010, 05:37 AM

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OOC here!

Hungry.... so hungry! No matter where the bear's travels took him: across a desolate, dusty desert, or a large, sprawling field of flowers and herbs, he found that there was always one constant in his life. Hunger. Well, there was loneliness too, but being a solitary animal, he found that he only missed his mother and his brother's limited time together every once in a while, yet he was almost always hungry to some degree. Though he'd faced his fears and had wandered into the Crimson Dreams packlands to be accepted for the first time with kindness instead of fangs and feral growls, he found that such a life of security was not so easily slipped into. He found the calm and tranquility unsettling, and had set out into these unclaimed lands at a steady gallop to clear his head.

After only a short time he'd reached this decadent forest full of the rich scents of earth, trees, and a large body of water not too far away. He rolled around in the pine carpet and slumbered happily in the shade of a rather large tree, sleeping only for an hour or two before his furiously roaring stomach caused him to jolt awake, hopping to his feet, glancing to and fro for a threat. Once the cobwebs of sleep fell away, he relaxed his muscles and sighed sadly. "Whelp, guess I'd better go try to fish." he grumbled to himself as he lumbered off in the direction of the smell of water.

Though he was in fact a bear, and many things came instinctively, fishing is an experience that is passed down from mother to cub, and he was raised in such a way that his mother taught him how to fell a deer, and how to catch a rabbit if desperate, but not how to fish. He'd tried it himself a few times, but the things were too slippery and fast for him to try to scoop out with his paw, and he'd tried to bite them, but he always missed. As the scent of water grew stronger, he paused and perked his ears as he made note of a low humming sound. It felt somehow familiar and nostalgic, but he couldn't quite place the origin. Wary of a sound he didn't recognize, he proceeded with caution, hoping it would simply go away, but found with despair that the humming grew louder as he approached the water.

It wasn't until he'd gotten close enough to the lake that he could spot it up ahead that he noticed the source of the buzzing cacophony that had been filling him with fear. An old, rotted tree, had a rather large hole in the middle of it, from which spewed little buzzing insects, going to and fro in such quantity that their buzzing was very loud. At seeing this, Ciel became very excited, his maw opening and hanging as he bounced a little on his front paws. Though he'd never before seen an active beehive, they had once come across an abandoned one before, which was empty- much to mama's frustration- but she had told them about the little buzzing insects that worked hard day and night to make honey, which fed their big fat mother, and their little babies. Apparently the things they held dear were also the most tasty- the mother and babies were very good protein, and the honey was really sweet and tasty! She'd shown them both how to break in with her paws, and he'd watched well. He remembered her saying more, but as to what she actually SAID, he couldn't remember. He'd been a bouncing little cub, barely able to stay still for more than a few minutes.

Deciding then and there to enjoy the tasty bees for Mama's sake, Ciel forged forward, and stood up on his hind legs in front of the hive, blocking the incoming bees from their point of entry. Eagerly, he stuck his paw in, dug his claws into the rotted wood, and pulled away at it with fearsome force. It splintered, and fell away to the ground, ' revealing a deeper hole, and a whole lot of buzzing insects, but also a golden liquid, which began to drip out of the opening he created. He licked at it eagerly, and almost fell on his back with pleasure. It was so good! Meanwhile, the little flying insects buzzed angrily around him, pouring out of the massive hole and bouncing off of his big furry body. He paid them no heed and continued to lick at the dripping honey, and they began to sting at him, but his rough hide and thick fur made it of little consequence to him.

When the honey was all done dripping, however, he knew that it was time to dig deeper, and search for those tasty babies as well! Without thinking, he stuck his big nose into the deep hole eagerly, and quickly let out a cry of anguish as he felt the insects cover his muzzle and sting him right in his sensitive nose! He gave a roar of pair and fear, pulling away and trying to scrape the things off with a frightened paw. Somehow sensing his weakness, the bees seemed only to swarm more around his face, and he began to flee blindly in the direction of the lake, giving frequent moans of fear, and shakings of his head, despite what little good it did him, for the soldiers knew nothing of mercy- only of anger and revenge. He continued his hapless stumblings until he mercifully fell face first into the crystal blue lake.

The buzzing insects apparently could not swim, and those stuck to him fell away, writhing and kicking pitifully. Those that had been in pursuit buzzed above him in the air, and he quickly swam away from the terrible, stinging little monsters! His nose, his poor nose! It was like a miniature black porcupine, which was quickly growing in size. Eventually, he surfaced out of necessity, and found that thankfully there were no more angry insects, ready to continue tormenting him! Paddling over to the bank, he ignored the shimmery fish fleeing his large, kicking paws, and pulled his miserable self onto solid ground, crying miserably as he tried to gingerly scrape at his nose with a claw, and found it only made him hurt worse.

Caillen Winters · 08-12-2010, 06:37 AM

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He'd been traipsing about this area for a while now, and had already run into some particularly curious individuals. Caillen seemed to be a stranger-magnet; In the miles that this forest area stretched, why, one could walk for weeks and never see another individual. As it was, he'd been out on his own for only a short while now, having left home in the Cour des Miracles pack on a journey to metaphorical manhood. Whether that was working or not was clearly debatable.

So it was that on this day, he stumbled into an entirely fascinating and terrifying scene. There was a creature - A HUGE creature - bellowing like its fur was caught on fire! It was the roars that drew Caillen towards the mammoth mammal, just in time to watch from the safety of the trees as the poor beast thundered down into the water, and in a peculiar manner, shoved his head under the glassy surface.

For a long while, the wolfdog didn't move. He'd never seen an animal like this before, although he thought he might have seen a drawing of one, in a story-book back home. He vaguely remembered the story-book beast having great, big teeth, too. So Cai waited and waited until the monster re-emerged, and lumbered up to wail pitifully for itself. Satisfied that any noise he made could be covered by that terribly sad sound, the youth began to skirt around the trees, trying to get a closer look.

The creature was big, brown and furry. The sort of fur that looked like a pelt he'd seen on the floor of the old Chien Hotel, but Cai couldn't be sure. Did that mean that this was a prey-creature? The boy's stomach rumbled softly; he hadn't eaten in a while, and one of the drawbacks of these self-adventures was that all hunting had to be done solo. Because of his large size and striking Merle coloring, Cai often found it miserably difficult to hunt small prey. However, moments before arriving on this scene, he'd stumbled on some dumb luck - A wounded hare. He'd broken it's neck, and now the stringy, lean creature was slung over one muscular shoulder.

His curiosity was eating away at him. The slate youth simply had to know what sort of creature this was! And besides, it looked to be in such pain... Mama had always told him to be helpful when needed. That was her duty, being a healer and all. What if this larger-than-life creature needed his help?

Re-slinging the hare over his other shoulder, Caillen adjusted the worn and torn checkered grey scarf about his throat, before proceeding out of the line of the trees and into the Bear's vision. Aware that he probably hadn't been noticed yet, the poor fool cleared his throat gingerly, stretching a friendly smile across his maw. "Err, hello? Hello there, are you hurt?"

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Ciel · 08-12-2010, 08:13 AM

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Hurray! I'm so happy Ciel's going to make a friend! Eventually... I hope. XD Sorry about the crappy quality and the long long wait, I all of a a sudden got very sleepy and started to nod off at the end of the post. -_-

Ciel's pitiful crying grow louder as his nose began to hurt even more, the tiny stingers feeling as if they were needling their way even deeper into his nose, which was now almost twice the normal size, the tears from his eyes unseen as he was already completely drenched with lake water. His cries cut short, however, when a small sound from in front of him made him look away from his swollen nose and notice for the first time the presence of the strange creature in front of him, who was even more strangely covered. Immediately he backpedaled a few steps in surprise- his swollen nose was nearly useless, but the creature didn't look like it was a wolf, but he was still wary of it. After all, it had similar features to a wolf- perhaps it was like them, but worse. More violent, more likely to attack? He wasn't on Crimson Dreams territory, so he would be on his own for protection.

The creature was very tall- taller than him- but in no way was it anywhere near as large or muscular. Getting over his initial shock, he saw it pull its lips up to reveal its teeth, and realized that if he didn't make his status as a predator clear, he would be assumed prey. Raising himself to his full 6 feet, he sized up his opponent, which was still taller than him. "I don't know what you are, but you'd better not come any closer." he snarled angrily. Had it been a different day, he might have simply been curious as to the nature of this animal that appeared similar to a wolf, yet walked on its hind legs and was exceedingly taller, but with his nose throbbing painfully, he simply wanted to be left alone and was in no mood for a canine oddity to show up and cause trouble.

Wait... his panicked mind, racing at the speed of light, suddenly realized that the creature had in fact spoken to him, and had greeted him with a friendly tone. Feeling slightly guilty for the hostility he showed to him, his eyes shifted from the dead rabbit to the wolf-thing's face. "This land is full of strange things- wolves which do not have a problem with bears, a canine that stands on two legs?" he announced matter-of-factly.

Caillen Winters · 08-13-2010, 09:48 AM

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At the sounds of his voice the creature backpedaled, and gave Caillen a glimpse of the cause of the painful cries he'd heard earlier. The shaggy brown monster's nose was puffy and swollen, and just looking at it made Caillen rub his own ebony sniffer gingerly. However, the moment of sympathy was quickly forgotten as the creature suddenly grew. Well, not really grew, but one second it was one all fours and he was a fair bit taller than it, and the next, BAM! A big 6 foot tall wall of wet, confused and angry muscle. Caillen blinked widely, and felt his own body shrink a step or two back. Definitely not prey.

To add shock to amazement, the creature bared it's HUGE teeth at him, and spoke - Was that the high speech, coming from the maw of something other than a canine? The wolfdog's eyes widened significantly, their sky-blue depths swamping the small ebony pin-prick of a pupil in each. He must be hallucinating. Maybe he'd drank some poorly water. Maybe he was, in fact, dreaming, and the hare over his shoulder and the glade and the bear were all one big muddle of subconscious thought.

Caillen pinched his arm. It hurt. He remained quiet.

The brown beast looked at his meal for a moment, before returning those peculiar eyes onto the Merle-pelted youth himself. Afraid of insulting this unknown friend or foe, the wolfdog crouched slightly, every muscle tense incase he needed to make a quick dash for the safety of the trees. Once there, he could shift into luperci form, and dash off before the beast could think to make a snack of him...

More speech caught the young male off guard, and curiosity bubbled thickly now. As it was prone to do, the irresistible urge to find out more about this forest oddity quickly overcame the urge to run, but nonetheless Caillen's gaze remained wary on the big brown beast. "Indeed it is, friend," He spoke slowly and with large pauses, emphasizing the last word and offering a slight tail-wag, "I have nae seen one such as the likes of you before, and I have wandered far these last few moons." The creature was clearly intelligent, of that Caillen was sure. But he had never known another species to speak the Nova-Scotia high-speak before, and that was a momentous mental obstacle to comprehend. Still not quite sure about his safety, and not wanting to offend what he assumed was some sort of forest guardian, the wolfdog slowly pulled the hare from his back, and tossed it to the ground between them.

"I did nae mean to startle you. Take this, if you will - I do nae mean any harm tae you. I'm just a traveler, see." Having given the hare as some sort of peace offering, the foolhardy man-child took another step back, careful to keep his movements slow. He had no idea if this creature was malevolent or kind, or if it was even of the emotional sort at all. All Caillen knew was that he really didn't want to anger that much muscle, if it could be avoided.

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Ciel · 08-16-2010, 08:38 AM

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Sorry for the wait. Apparently we need to have word counts in our posts? Sorry I didn't notice this till now. I'll do it from now on! Sad WC: 773

The bear's large brown eyes watched observed wearily as the strange two-legged wolf creature crouched down so that he appeared smaller. Whether or not the intent was to reassure him or trick him into dropping his guard, Ciel knew that any animal with the intent to challenge him or make a foolish attempt at assigning him the role of prey would have stayed straight up, using his height to intimidate instead of hunkering down. Had he not been attacked by tiny stinging insects and driven into a horrible mood by the intense pain the pissed off bees had bestowed upon him, he would have felt silly for going into full defensive so quickly without his 'opponent' having made any aggressive motions towards him.

However, his kind had become notorious for generations at becoming irrational and wildly aggressive when their wide pain threshold was breached. Surely if he had not been such a level-headed animal, he would have charged the wolf instead of simply rearing up in a threatening manner. As the canine spoke to him in slow, soft tones, he felt his guard slip slightly further. Since that fateful afternoon when he'd run into the little pregnant wolf Anu, Ciel had since made a distinction in his mind between the ravenous, snarling beasts he'd been used to fearing, and the silvery female who spoke intelligible high-speak and welcomed him generously to staying in her pack's land. Friends spoke to you, looked you in the eye, and gave you space until the trust was mutual. Upon these thoughts, Ciel allowed himself to fall forward onto his front paws with a heavy thud, though he made no move to draw closer.

When the stranger made mention of the fact he'd never seen anything like Ciel before, the bear had to snort at this, which cause his nostrils to flare, and his whole nose to renew it's painful throbbing. He winced, but otherwise managed to avoid reacting in a violent manner. This oddity- an abnormality he'd never seen in his two years of wandering, nor heard about from his Mother's almost endless stream of stories and warnings, had never seen something as simple as a half-starved bear? He supposed it made sense, considering the fact that this place smelled of wolves for miles and miles in nay direction, no bear in their right mind would stick around here for very long. Indeed, the scent instinctively unsettled him as well, but he was far too curious about the many odd things this land housed to be frightened away so easily.

He shuffled backwards a few steps in surprise as the bi-ped pulled the dead hare from his shoulder and tossed it over. Quickly recovering from his suspicion, he moved forward carefully, his maw hanging open slightly. Food! Without having to battle more insects, or spend hours swiping pathetically at the fish in the lake, he would be able to put something into his rumbling tummy! When he reached it, he started to sniff at it eagerly, but quickly stopped himself before the aching could remind him a swollen nose would not smell correctly. Deciding to speak at last, he looked back up at his gifter, who seemed not to want to anger Ciel. The thought of how this being would react if he'd seen the hundreds of nights this young bear had spent fleeing for his life and scrambling up trees lightened his mood enough to speak, instead of standing like a large furry sculpture of pain.

Ciel spoke once again in the rough, sloppy way one who spends a few years in solitude with no one to talk to speaks "I-I'm sorry I scared you, I'm in a lot of... pain. I'm Ciel, a bear... descended from the third of the three great brothers,... the one gifted with strength and deep slumber, not speed and vision like the second son (cats), or.... strategy and brotherhood like the first (wolves). I'm usually less easy to scare, but... not too long ago, I found some food in a tree, but its little buzzing guards bit me all over my face- I don't think... I'll ever eat honey again."

He moaned pitifully, crossing his eyes momentarily to look at the red bowling ball at the end of his snout. "Are you a dog?" he guessed a last, uncrossing his eyes to look up at Caillen. Ciel had been taught about dogs, cousins to wolves, which were similar to them, but in just as many ways different. Momma couldn't give them a better description than that, but it seemed as if today he'd finally bumped into something fitting that description.

Caillen Winters · 08-18-2010, 04:49 AM

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The beast was watching him warily, and Caillen remained respectfully crouched, wondering despite thoughts of danger how it was that such a creature, so large and mythical-looking, could still exist. Perhaps this was, indeed, the spirit of the forest? It was the color of worn pine-truck, oak-wood, branches and sticks; And so much fur! So much MEAT! But not prey, of this he was now deadly certain. There was no way such a beast, with its ginormous incisors, could be anything less than a predator itself. Seemingly, the beast had come to some hard-pressed decision - To the ground now came its mighty forepaws, making earth and limb tremble alike with the contact. Surely, this was a creature of immense power, as it was a natural abomination. Caillen's sky-blue eyes widened nervously.

At his offer of the hare, the creature seemed momentarily appeased. Having backed away, it came forth again, with an eagerness that showed the wolfdog youth something of mortality and hunger. Deities craved not the filling of stomach, as earthenly creatures did, and thus sure as he was the beast was living and breathing flesh. Rather than diminish, Caillen's curiosity doubled - A bone and blood creature that bore no canine blood, speaking the high-speech? His brain struggled to comprehend! Having gradually straightened to his full stature again, the youth was once more taller than his acquaintance, although compared naught in weight. As such, he remained vigilante for further signs of aggression.

Words came from the creature (he, surely, for that was a masculine tone, Caillen thought) and he froze once again, enthralled by the novelty of such an occasion. Listening carefully, the vagabond soaked up the bear's strange manner of speaking, his abnormal and fascinating self-description. Bear, indeed! A critical eye turned inwards, upon Caillen's own memory; Although alike in appearance, the bear did not fully resemble the nightmare-creatures that he had seen in the human picture-books. Strange, indeed, but the two-legs had always been a peculiar and abstract race. It would not surprise him to think that they had been enemies of the bear species, also.

This time, it was Caillen's turn to step forward, gradually closing the gap between them to a meter or two. His blue eyes looked to the beast's nose, which was similar in appearance to his own ebony sniffer. Wincing empathetically, the youth made a nonchalant shrugging gesture, his lanky limbs shifting with the smooth movement of fast-growing muscles. "Perhaps, bear, I might... I might be able tae help ye. My Ma is a healer, see, and I hae seen her treat things such as this. If it would please ye, I could give it a try?" Belligerent of the dangers of this unknown creature, the Merle pelted wolfdog boy smiled at Ciel's second question. "Yes, er... half. In sooth, my Pa was a wolf, and Ma, she is the prettiest dog in the world. I dinnae get my looks from her, you see." Pleasing himself with the little joke, the male chuckled slightly, his face shining with naive mirth.

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