Wildflower Glade Teddy Bear's Picnic

”Achoo!”

Birds fled their nests as the sneeze echoed across the glade. With spring now in full bloom, the green grass was littered with a rainbow of flowers, hues of all imaginable colours stretched across the floor. The trees that lined the glade were bustling with life, or had been until they were interrupted by the sound of a wolf sneezing.
Sticking out from the pastel colours of the glade, a dark formed crept free from the tree shadows, emerging slowly, cautiously. Slowly, each paw moved across the glade. Head up, ears alert and eyes scanning the terrain; he didn’t want to scare anyone after all and he hoped that his sneeze, thanks to the flowers which littered the floor, had alerted others that he was close by. Of course, he’d tried that approach before. Making a noise, clearing your throat, even saying hello but the result was always the same. Animal eyes would set on his figure, his tall, heavy... simply giant form and either bolt or attack. He spent his life walking on eggshells, not wanting to disturb anyone or anything these days. Of course, the sneeze hadn’t been intentional. He’d been taking a deep sniff of the air, testing for scents to ensure the glade was empty before he made his way across it, when the wind had ruffled the flowers and sent a shower of pollen in his direction.

The colours shifted beneath his feet. He stepped as delicately as he could, which was a hard task for such a large creature, as he tried to avoid stepping on the newly blooming flowers. He grimaced at each one he accidently trampled on, feeling guilty for having damaged something else with his sheer size.
He glanced to the sky; clear, warm with the sun shining on his dark face. His golden eyes sparkled in return before he looked back down to the terrain. He liked it here, the area was pretty and he really liked flowers. They were such pretty things and smelt so nice. It seemed no one was around, not even the birds anymore, so what harm would it be to just sit and rest in the sunshine and flowers for a bit? With a small smile to himself, he lowered his towering mass to the floor and laid his soft belly upon the lush grass; a little sunbathing would go down quite nicely, before he had to move on. With a content sigh, he rolled from his belly and onto his back, exposing his soft flesh to the sun and soaked up its warm rays with the chocolate of his fur. His eyes closed, a smile remained on his lips whilst his four paws were elevated towards the air. With a roll of his shoulders to rearrange the grass beneath them, he felt utterly content... except for the rumbling in his tummy that decided to sound as soon as he was peaceful. Ergh, surely he didn’t need to eat again? He’d only had a rabbit that morning. Honestly... was there nothing good to come of being so very big?
His stomach could wait a bit longer. He just wanted a few minutes to rest, to enjoy the sunshine and flowers before he would move on once more.

(This post was last modified: Apr 13, 2012, 04:07 PM by Bear.)

Only the kindest of wolves would've described Remy's descent through the Thicket of Secrets that day as 'walking'. Less nice could say she was 'stalking', and those honest would simply say she was crashing through the blossoming life with no remorse. She stomped through the <span class='word'>irriguous</span> vegetation, kicking over flowers and throwing herself through the branches and bushes that stood in her path. And the cause for all this great anger was... drum roll please, nothing! The sun had risen her early in the day. She'd drank her fill, ate some rabbit, and then sunbathed for freakin' hours. Remy was so bored her pale green eyeballs were about to roll out of her sockets, and thanks to her terrible personality that utter apathy was translated into a weird, wired rage. Her movements were jerky and almost overdone, each large leg smacking down on the earth while her neck stuck out stiffly as she scowled at everything. The utter decimation of whatever she could with her big ass was somewhat satisfying, but there was still pent up aggression beneath the surface. Upcoming in the thicket was a large, clustered line of trees. With a growl that was more lion than wolf she pushed through two trunks, rough bark scratching her white sides.

The glade was unbelievably beautiful. Anyone should've stopped and gasped and appreciated the flourishing colors - it was like walking on a freakin <i>rainbow</i>. Poor Remy, of course, had none of these thoughts. She only reared forward and continued to trundle on all that was lovely in this world, feeling a selfish gain whenever she stomped the pretty petasls into mulch. A few yards in to crashing the party, Remy should've came across the large male. She should've seen him and gotten excited for a sparr, since Mother nature did not grow 'em <i>that</i> big without a good temper like her's. She should've. But instead of spotting the giant brown wolf as he lazed in the colorful field, Remy straight tripped right over him. With all the force she had been parading around with, her momentum was strong enough to throw her over his exposed belly and right on to her face. Her head planted quite firmly in the ground and her fluffy body followed, soaring over the large creature in an arc until it flopped down into the pretty flowers she had been destroying just moments before.

The only sign of life was the twitch of her red ear, admitting defeat to karma, while she pulled together the willpower to lift her face from the dirt.

Sorry its so short! :c

That sun felt so good on his belly. It warmed every inch of him and with the bouncy grass beneath him he was completely and utterly comfortable. He even considered just laying here all day, doing nothing but sleeping in the sun. It sounded like a great plan... until he felt something barge into his side and go flying over the top of him. Instantly his honey eyes opened, a Oof! escaped his lips before he quickly rolled onto his belly, rear in the air... waiting for an attack.

It was only when he was in this position that he looked to the side and noticed a silver female face planting the floor. It looks pretty painful. He wasn’t really sure what had just happened. All he knew was that the sun vanished suddenly before he was bashed in the side and a fluffy body fell across him. Curiously, he remained in his crouched pose but tilted his head curiously in her direction. He wasn’t sure if she was hurt or not, but he didn’t want to provoke her; she might not be friendly after all.

”Erm... You okay?” he asked, his words slow, cautious as if he didn’t really want to say them and draw attention to himself, but he felt as if he should be concerned. She might be a stranger, but if she was hurt she might need his help. He was always trying to be the hero, whether he knew you or not. It was just in his nature to care and one day, he hoped he would find friends and family who would let him do just that.

Aside from the scent of wolf she was completely unaware of the company she had literally stumbled across - even then it was hard to smell him with her black nose pushed in to the dirt. Remy's legs were tensed as though she were preparing to pull herself together, but she refrained, mostly because she was unwilling to accept the embarrassment that had befallen her. She was still clinging to the great deal of pride she held, unwilling to admit defeat to the misfortune of circumstance. It wasn't until his voice met her red ears that Remy even shifted, rousing herself and pulling her head out of the flowers. There was a little red one sticking to her nose and another pale blue one adorning her ear. A quick sneeze took care of her decorations and some of the dirt lodged in her nose. Still slightly disoriented, she looked her shoulder to the gargantuan male that had caused her literal downfall.

It took her a moment to remember he had asked her something. Remy blinked slow, keeping an otherwise idle stare on the bear-like wolf. God, her head <i>hurt</i>. What the hell was she even doing right now? Oh yeah. "<b>Define okay,</b>" Remy attempted to quip as a joke, though her rough voice came out more as a snap. The brilliant colors of the wildflowers were irritating her now, pale green eyes scrunching shut. She barely noticed if her tone was skewed, though, still focused on the pounding in her head. With one wide white paw she started to rub the dark spot on her forehead, both to soothe the ache and to remove the dirt that was browning her light fur. "<b>My head fuckin' <i>hurts</i>,</b>" she complained, opening one eye to look at the big male. Her face was almost expectant, as if she had asked him a question or something, but truly her thoughts were just jumbled and she was more confused than ever.

Heaving a huge sigh, she flopped back on to her stomach and laid her heavy head between her paws. Eyes closed she tilted her head in his direction and grumbled, "<b>What'd you say your name was again?</b>" completely oblivious that he hadn't given a name at all. Goodness, it was like Remy had the stupid knocked <i>in</i> to her.

(This post was last modified: Apr 16, 2012, 03:33 AM by Remy.)