Post by Autumn's Nightmare on Dec 12, 2008 22:27:56 GMT -5
Facts: A ‘family’ of Grizzly’s that share land. There is a beautiful river with salmon in it. There are woods with extremely tall oaks and such. There are tall mountains that tower over the grassy plains. Over time hunters move in, and only the strong survive. They’re not like normal hunters, no, they’re evil. They cut off their food supply, the main source anyways (the fish). They set traps. At that point in the story, the bears will have to choose: Friends and family, or their own lives? Only time will tell.
Setting: It is early spring, mother bears are out with their new born cubs, the males are out to socialize. The salmon are starting to appear at the lower banks.
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Shima stuck her nose out of the den and sniffed the air. Soon, the rest of her furry body left. Her coat was slightly dirty, and un cared for. It was the beginning of spring, she had just woke up. She shook, twigs and a few leaves left her body. “Come, Wawa, it’s alright. We’re safe.” A small, scared looking female cub ran up beside her mother. “Momma, where are we going?” Shima lifted her head to the wind and sniffed. “The river, love. The salmon are about.” Shima led the way as her offspring followed steps behind her.
Meanwhile, Dasan was already awake, and walking about, marking his part of the plains. He was not a grizzly; he was the only Kodiak bear around. He was of monster height; his body weight was almost three times that of an adult male grizzly. His claws were sharp and ready, as were his ivory. He let out a grunt as he saw a rabbit run. It was not worth his time, he had fish to eat! His foot hit the ground with a rhythmic thud.
Pizi stretched and rolled onto his back. He scratched his belly with his dull claws and yawned. “Ahhh, a new year.” He lazily turned over and shook his fur free of dust and left his cover. He looked ahead and saw the river. He had the perfect place. It was in a sunken spot of the river. It was far enough back so it was dry, but close enough where a waterfall flew freely over the doorway. It was almost like a deck to a house. The cave was set far back, a platform of stone, the waterfall leading over it and in only a few meters he was on grass.
Brocky in the mean time, was lumbering over by where the deer bed. He was chasing a mouse, of all things. His clumsy paws pattered on the pine needles, grunting at ever swipe that he missed. He gave up the chase as the mouse found an escape route. His long snout let out a burst of air. He turned, and decided to go find company. It was about time they all awoke.
Setting: It is early spring, mother bears are out with their new born cubs, the males are out to socialize. The salmon are starting to appear at the lower banks.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Shima stuck her nose out of the den and sniffed the air. Soon, the rest of her furry body left. Her coat was slightly dirty, and un cared for. It was the beginning of spring, she had just woke up. She shook, twigs and a few leaves left her body. “Come, Wawa, it’s alright. We’re safe.” A small, scared looking female cub ran up beside her mother. “Momma, where are we going?” Shima lifted her head to the wind and sniffed. “The river, love. The salmon are about.” Shima led the way as her offspring followed steps behind her.
Meanwhile, Dasan was already awake, and walking about, marking his part of the plains. He was not a grizzly; he was the only Kodiak bear around. He was of monster height; his body weight was almost three times that of an adult male grizzly. His claws were sharp and ready, as were his ivory. He let out a grunt as he saw a rabbit run. It was not worth his time, he had fish to eat! His foot hit the ground with a rhythmic thud.
Pizi stretched and rolled onto his back. He scratched his belly with his dull claws and yawned. “Ahhh, a new year.” He lazily turned over and shook his fur free of dust and left his cover. He looked ahead and saw the river. He had the perfect place. It was in a sunken spot of the river. It was far enough back so it was dry, but close enough where a waterfall flew freely over the doorway. It was almost like a deck to a house. The cave was set far back, a platform of stone, the waterfall leading over it and in only a few meters he was on grass.
Brocky in the mean time, was lumbering over by where the deer bed. He was chasing a mouse, of all things. His clumsy paws pattered on the pine needles, grunting at ever swipe that he missed. He gave up the chase as the mouse found an escape route. His long snout let out a burst of air. He turned, and decided to go find company. It was about time they all awoke.