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There was a birch tree in the field; Any - Siberian - 07-26-2016 Siberian The sexy grizzly boy of Beqanna RE: There was a birch tree in the field; Any - Baymax - 08-09-2016 The young stallion had no idea what he was walking into when he ventured in to the forest today, his feet and spirit light and happy. His home was within the Meadow, where his very large and cheerful family roamed about freely, and the only place he'd ever been. He often felt they treated him as an invalid, periodically coming to check on him as if to be sure he hadn't fallen into some kind of fatal depression. They thought it very odd that he preferred to keep to himself, the outgoing bunch that they are. They couldn't possibly understand why he wouldn't want them chirping away at him in his mind with their telepathy. Since he could not hear them.. So when a mighty roar ripped the skies and shook the canopy of the trees above, it did not act as a warning for possible danger ahead, and quite literally fell on deaf ears. Baymax simply kept the same idle pace he'd had all morning, roaming about without a care in the world, his tail swishing merrily. It felt good to be out. Nobody would find him here and somehow that lifted his spirits further. A lopsided grin split his face, and he looked about with fresh eyes. And his fresh eyes fell upon a fairly large creature just a ways ahead. It wasn't anything that he'd ever seen in the Meadow before, but he instinctively knew it was dangerous. He halted, hesitated.. sniffed the air carefully. Was it one of the types to chase him if he ran simply out of predatory instinct? Or perhaps he should drop himself and play dead? The thought of lying prone and allowing devastatingly large teeth come at him was not high in his list of ideal endings for a life barely yet lived. He carefully took a step back as he pondered his options, telling himself it was probably a quiet step. He had no real way of knowing, naturally. Maybe he should get the creature's attention and see how it reacts first, then he could also react based on that. Teeth come at him, he runs. Seemed simple enough. So, he gave a cautious snort, and told himself that it was probably nice and quiet too. The spittle always sprays out that easily. His entire body tensed for flight, just in case, though. RE: There was a birch tree in the field; Any - Spear + Spark - 08-10-2016
RE: There was a birch tree in the field; Any - Siberian - 08-14-2016 Siberian The sexy grizzly boy of Beqanna RE: There was a birch tree in the field; Any - Baymax - 08-20-2016 The yellow-splashed stallion watched the bear hesitantly, the faint primative markings on his forelegs dancing as he shifted his weight. A startled snort slipped out as he jerked his head up when the bear-beast smiled. Such a terrifying expression on even the friendliest of bears, if there were such a thing. But his feet remained grounded, curiousity overwhelming any sense of caution. Deep milky eyes of the blind gazed calmly in his direction, giving the stallion a little confidence. The bear's lips moved, and Baymax realized it could speak. He tried to watch the words, but.. he had never read a bear's lips and their hardened snouts were much too different than the velvety mugs he was more accustomed to. Sound and speech alike from the creature bypassed him completely, yet he studied him nonetheless. His fear had eased and his body was relaxed. The stallion grew curiouser and curiouser about the bear, and carefully stretched his nose towards him tentatively. He could just almost touch the fur.. Blind-bear sniffed the air and his unseeing gaze turned in another direction, the sudden movement startling Baymax again as he jerked away, eyes wide. As the beast's mouth began moving again, the stallion followed his gaze and spotted his new verbal prey: two intrigued young siblings from the look of it. He loved kids and a goofy grin split his mouth. He didn't fear the bear would hurt them, as it continued to be calm and even laid down peacefully. Baymax was much nearer to it anyway, so if indeed it decided to attack he would be a natural target, most especially for a bear depending on scent and sound. He looked down at Blind-bear and wondered if he really was friendly. It was far better that he check before the younger ones tried to do so. Somehow he didn't feel afraid of him anymore. Then again he was far too trusting and naive, some said. Still.. he reached out again and slowly, carefully, pushed his nose just below the bear's left ear, blowing a slow breath on him as he noted the different scents; woodsy, bearish, a little like a horse. Well, while the bear was choosing to be nice, he dropped down next to him and sprawled out in the dirt. It was his favorite thing to do after all and he simply couldn't pass up the chance to lie there with a bear. He chuckled to himself. His sisters would fuureeak when he told them what he did today when he had finally escaped their watchful eyes. His spine brushed against the bear as he shifted then settled, heaving out a long deep sigh. Calm brown eyes shifted to the siblings again passively, watching in case their lips formed words. RE: There was a birch tree in the field; Any - Spear + Spark - 08-20-2016 It is not that they have lived a sheltered life (lives?) thus far; Scalped has made sure they are as much aware of the pitfalls of life as they are the endless joys that can be had too. But holy hairs on Coyote’s tail! They’ve never laid eyes upon a blind bear before! This is entirely new to them and Spear’s mouth gapes open as Spark tries not to stare too much. They are more in awe than they are in fear of him; he should be scary by all rights, and their instincts should be screaming at them to turn tail and run, but neither of them do so. They are so thoroughly fascinated by the blind bear that they are surprised they can even understand him as he starts to talk and explain himself.
The bear says they can come closer, that he isn’t a true bear at all which intrigues them greatly. If he is not a true bear, then what is he? Each of them has a black eye that rolls toward the other, his right meets her left and they share a look between them before turning their mismatched eyes (the opposite eyes are red, like their father’s signature eyes are - they bear his mark upon them well, signaling that they are children of Offspring and the Tundra) to the bear fully. The bear lays down, appears rather unthreatening to them and they are sorely tempted to go over and poke and prod him with their noses - they’re curious, after all. But they refrain from doing so just yet and turn to regard their rather silent comrade; this is a first for them too, encountering the deaf. He grins at them and they cannot help but grin back; grins are completely infectious, except for the bear - his grins are a little more toothy than any of them probably care for, except maybe Spear who is utterly fearless (or is that reckless? Spark thinks it is the latter actually). The twins watch as the stallion bravely steps closer to the bear and seems to sniff just below his ear, and they can imagine why - is the bear truly a friend or is he secretly a foe? Then the stallion just up and laid down right beside the bear like they were brothers or something! The twins shared another look between them, anything was possible these days as their eyes never leave the bear and the stallion, an odd pair to be sure… “We are Spear and Spark,” they say in unison, which is a rarity for them despite the fact that they are indeed twins. They are careful to talk slow and enunciate each word clearly, as they’ve begun to suspect that something is off about the stallion, like he’s deaf since he hasn’t really responded to anything the bear has said. “You are the first talking bear not-bear that we’ve met,” Spark says, as Spear slips a little closer and she trails him, her nose almost pressed against his hip. “And you are altogether too quiet,” Spear says to the painted stallion. They are close enough to sniff about the bear’s head, and the stallion’s too. Their noses are whiskery and soft as every foal’s nose is likely to be; the bear smells woodsy and foreign to them, but also not entirely like a bear… he smells a little like a horse too. “You said you can shift shape,” Spear asks that question that is burning just as brightly in his sister’s mind as it is in his. “Does that mean you are something other than a bear?” The twins think they know what he meant by that - he is bear and he is horse, because that is the other thread of scent that is so strongly woven about him that they cannot deny he is one of those clever shifters that can change their shape, kind of like their coyote-cousin Woodrow who often visits them in coyote-form. Still, the twins are thrilled! They have met a blind bear and a deaf stallion all in one day! Coyote be damned, no one could ever believe this! Eventually, Spear goes to lay in the dirt on the bear’s other side and Spark settles in next to the buckskin tobiano stallion. RE: There was a birch tree in the field; Any - Siberian - 08-30-2016 Siberian The sexy grizzly boy of Beqanna |