Cedarwood Forest Random Event #2

Sorry for the wait guys, my bad. Also I've been wanting a thread with Ranger too.

Quickly it turned to chaos and Indru could barely keep track of each wolf as they all ran off in different directions with different agenda's. Though it seemed disorganised it was perhaps what they needed — their lack of a pattern would only make it harder for the bear to target. A new wolf approached him and Indru barely caught his words before he ran off and Indru lost track of him, his orange eyes quickly scoping the scene and keeping careful watch on the bear. Everyone had the idea of distracting it which, while heroic, was not necessarily the answer Indru felt was the most effective. Though he felt being separated was definitely the best option, everyone dodging and weaving the bear would get them nowhere. They needed to attack and, with that thought, Indru dropped lower and moved his shoulder blades to hug his neck and his head dropped to protect it as he assessed the bear.

It was certainly confused, growling and snarling as it shifted its focus between them, however one wolf in particular seemed to catch its attention and it made a beeline towards her. The wolf was to his left and Indru spun around to face the wolf expecting to see them running only to see her standing there... With her eyes shut! With a snarl under his breath Indru launched himself towards her, covering the distance between them as quickly as he could, barely slowing down as he approached her and instead Indru turned his shoulder towards her in an attempt to shove her out of the bear's way. Whether it was successful or not it placed him in the direct path of the bear and, knowing it was too close to him to run away, he spun to face it. In the time it took to turn Indru's posture had changed; his ears had been pinned to his skull, his nose had wrinkled showing his teeth and his fur stuck up along his spine like needles, though most menacing of all was the deep throaty growl that escaped from his muzzle. Now all he had to do was hope for backup as, intimidating as he could look to another wolf, something so brobdingnagian was not so easily scared.

Ranger's attempts to distract the bear into focusing on her were in vain, as it simply lumbered around, growling and roaring at anyone who moved. But it seemed that as soon as the other wolves moved a bit away from him, his focus turned toward the one stationary being, the white female. Ranger growled and snarled and barked loudly, trying to get the girl to move, but before she could even get a foothold, the tall tawny male had pushed her out of the way. Unfortunately, that meant he was now in the line of fire, and the bear was not happy to have its easy target taken away so quickly.

So, instead of running off like her instincts were trying to convince her to do, Ranger pushed away her flight response and chose instead to fight. She went charging at the bear, digging deep into the loam of the earth, and propelled herself forward. With all her strength, she leaped upon the bear's back, hoping to drive it downward, into the soil. The bear's front limbs buckled underneath him, and Ranger began to bite and scratch and tear at whatever part she could reach. It wasn't long until he threw her off, though, and she was sent sprawling to the ground. She landed roughly on her side, though she was not seriously hurt, and got up again to take on the bear once more. She hoped that the tawny male would have had time to mount an attack on the lumbering beast while she had distracted it.

Disillusionment is such a peculiar thing. She is under the unquestioned persuasion that disenchantment is of unquestionable benefit. It is not good to be under illusion, romantic idealism, or pronounced belief, as they are all forms of childish delusion; so her father would so preach. But why <i>then</i> does she feel as earthly, as heavy as ever, even as these delusions shatter, she asks. They shatter around her like thin ice under unsuspecting paws. She is plummeted into a lake. It is deathly cold. The water is firm around her, as firm as dirt, and as she dares to take a fatal inhale, she finds herself not drinking water, but inhaling dust. Leaves have scattered around her, providing deceptive cushion to her abrupt fall, and her shoulder is burning, no searing with pain. She has been pushed her very hard. It is as the bear gives a deafening roar that she begins to realize where she is, and she is brought once more to that place they call reality. Reality versus another place called Relic Lore. Feeling more confused than she can presently recall, she wonders if it has been too long since she has been lost in the threads of an illusion. Feebly she crawls, hoping to escape with the last of her sanity. In the blur she leaves. She is gone.

(This post was last modified: Sep 24, 2010, 07:06 PM by Jaune.)

His attempts at heorism, and even his words, were a complete waste. Like trying to tame a flicker of flame, so unpredictable was the bear also. He barked as loud and shrill as he could at it, but it ignored him, and had locked itself into the deathly charging-gaze of madness. As it roared and pummeled forwards, the wake between him and the creature, and him and the others grew wider and wider. A sickening feeling hit his stomach to behold the what would surely be grusome fate take place.

But even in the midst of all this, an even more pungent feeling lurched his stomach, the emptyness of feeling lonely. And at such an inconvient time as this. Finding himself paused, his brain roamed about the empty roooms faster and faster now that it did not have to manage his body.

No, now was not the time. He shook his feelings off and began loping forwards, his teeth growing more and more exposed as he reached his destination. As the bear's hind leg took a step back, his fangs snapped forwards, lunging into empty air. He gathered his paws beneath him and jumped, landing a good grip on the bear's hindleg. His haunches dug into the ground, trying to hold the bear back, and eat it alive at the same time.

I feel that it may be about time to wrap this up?

Seeing Indru running towards the small frozen wolf gathered hope up in Alexander, and he swerved off, allowing himself another attack of the bear, since the smaller girl would be safe. The stupid creature didn't seem too intent of backing down, despite the fact that the wolves were nearly chewing it to death. It merely bellowed in angst, tossing its head around as it came to a halt before the alpha wolf. It clearly wasn't happy with being attacked, and it was slowly beginning to wear down.

With a gruff bark, Alexander joined Skittles behind the bear, grabbing onto its other leg, and pulling. It seemed to frustrate the bear even more, to the point that it shook again, hard enough that it was hoping to free itself of its attackers, and made a beeline towards the trees, away from the wolves.