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Post by mactire on Apr 6, 2011 14:39:13 GMT -5
Dawn has risen over the Naklin Tundra, the sun shining weakly through clouds that promised snow. It was still quite dark, but already creatures were up and about, busying themselves with collecting or hunting for food, or finding warmer materials to line their sleeping places. It was cold in the spring; it was nowhere near as harsh as winter, but it was less pleasent than summer.
A polar bear emerged from a large ice-cave, her breath smoking in the air. Cynyr's brown eyes gleamed as she peered around. Everything was as it should be; all was right. The big female did not like the unknown or not knowing what was going on around her, so it was comforting to know that nothing had changed since the night before. Satisified, she lumbered towards the water, the ice numbing her hard paw pads.
Gazing down carefully, making sure her shadow did not fall on the water, the polar bear waited, one paw raised slightly. After a few minutesm which may have seemed endless to a impatient creature but were nothing to Cynyr, her patience was rewarded with a flash of silver, and she thrust her paw into the water, scooping it under the large fish and flinging it on to the ice. It flapped around for a moment until she struck it on the neck. Once it ceased to move, the female dipped her head to eat.
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Post by fala on Apr 10, 2011 11:32:07 GMT -5
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OOC: Hope you don't mind me joining in. X3 Emmerik doesn't speak any other animal language besides hare, but anyway...
Emmerik pulled himself out of a deep crease in the snow, his eyes still partially closed. After a long day of running around the day before, the young Arctic Hare had grown exhausted and snuck into the abandoned burrow for the night. Now he felt completely refreshed as he stepped into the weak sunlight, swiping his front paws over his eyelids to adjust.
Taking in his surroundings, Emmerik noticed quite a number of creatures were already up. Hmph, that's weird, I'm usually up before everybody else,
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[/b] he thought. Either he was that tired last night or the weather was actually getting nicer. Probably the latter of the two, because even if it was spring, the climate could still be unpleasant. But a longer winter was okay to him, because Emmerik had a warm coat of ice white fur to keep him going. But it wouldn't be like that much longer, as a number of brown patches were starting to fill out over him. His summer coat was coming in. Once he had given himself a minute to wake up, Emmerik hobbled up to a patch of lingonberries starting to sprout up. He lowered his head and pulled off a bundle of the round little red fruits. Once he'd taken his fill, he stretched out his legs, hunched his back, and scraped a paw against the ground. Time for a run! Charging rapidly as if he had gone mad with disease, Emmerik dodged bushes, burrows, and snowdrifts. He became a white and brown whirlwind over the snow and grass. As he came closer to the water in the tundra, he felt the ground beneath him turn slippery and wet. He tried to come to a stop, but he had done it too late. Now he slid along, almost as if he was ice skating. "Wheee!" he cried, raising his head cheerfully in the air. Suddenly, when he opened his eyes just a few seconds later, he saw the solid white bulk of a polar bear just about a foot away from him. He let out a yip of alarm and scrambled to go in another direction, but it did no good. "Look out!" He called, though he didn't know if she could understand his language. He crashed right into one of her massive hind legs. [/size][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color][/td][/tr][tr][td]  [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by mactire on Apr 14, 2011 0:58:24 GMT -5
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OOC: No problem, it's fine! C;
Cynyr was licking the last greasy traces of fish guts from her mouth, thinking that the fish had barely taken the edge off her seemingly insanitable hunger when her ruminating was interrupted by the alarmed, rather high-pitched speech of another creature. "Look out!" She could understand the languages of most creatures, have traveled widely in her younger days. This was a hare, she knew, even before she looked down just in time to see him smash into one of her hind legs. Swinging around, she pinned the snow hare between her front paws to stop him sliding into the sea, being careful to avoid hurting any part of his tiny body. Looking down at him rather sternly with her big black eyes, the Polar Bear rumbled, "What on earth are you doing, you harebrained hare? Are you alright?" She didn't care particularly if he couldn't understand her- she had no patience with those who insisted learning the dialects of other creatures was not a neccessity.
Continuing to peer down at him, the female moved her paws so that they were not so close to Emmerik's furry little body, hoping that he wouldn't panic and think that she meant to eat him. She only ate fish nowadays, anyway, and anyone who lived around this area of the North would know that. Though, come to think of it, she could have sworn that she'd never seen this particular snow hare in her life, so perhaps he wouldn't know that. The Polar Bear sighed, thinking grumpily to herself, life would be so much eaiser if every creature here learned other creature's languages. It takes time, of course, but it can be done. Those who think they can learn three languages in three days are fooling themselves, though come to think of it, three languages could probably be learned in a couple of months if one concentrated hard enough. Sadly, so many young creatures these days do not seem to have the patience for such things.
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