Bee That As It May
08-20-2020, 07:16 PM
Lynvarr panted as he worked his way through the west and into the cooler area of the gulley. It was a gorgeous cut into the earth, brimming with plant life and blossoms in the bright spring day. Birds sang all around him as he worked his way further in. This area was far more pleasant than the dryer, more arid areas of the far west. Lyn paused to gaze at a particular group of flowers, brilliant colors of red, yellow, orange and blue met his eyes and he was almost tempted to pick some. However, he was swift to change his mind. What would he do with them? He wasn't a healer. Sure, he knew a few herbs from having been a victim of one thing or another but he didn't recognize any of these plants. For all he knew these plants were poisonous. Best to keep his mouth to himself.
Lyn strode deeper into the gulley, turning slightly north where he could. He wanted to do a bit of exploring but he didn't plan to stay long in the south or west, not with summer around the corner. It was already warm enough he couldn't imagine trying to travel in more significant heat, especially not with his thick coat. Finding a good spot to rest he flopped down on his side and just enjoyed the cool of the grass beneath his fur. Trees and shrubs grew here and there, offering various patched of shades. He planned to just take a quick rest before finishing his exploration. Maybe he would head back this way when it was winter time. The weather up north would be particularly harsh but there was a good chance it would be more palatable farther south. Not that he considered himself a snow bird. He was merely practical about when he went exploring new lands.
Lynvarr scented the air, searching for the smells of prey. He was terribly hungry but it wouldn't hurt to get a survey of the wildlife in the area in case he decided to grab a meal before heading up north. He quickly picked up the scent of rabbit and deer and a number of other small animals like turkey. It had been awhile since he'd had wild turkey. That might hit the spot. As he sifted scents he caught something a bit different.
What was that? Lynvarr furrowed his brow as he tried to figure out what it was he was smelling. It was sweet, and while it wasn't unpleasant it didn't exactly smell like food or any plant he was familiar with. Though the gulley was so full of exotic plants he assumed it had to be a plant. Following his nose Lynvarr shifted tracks to find out the source of the smell. Perhaps if he found some rare plant he could trade it to a healer for some goods. In particular he wouldn't mind stocking up on some yarrow. It was the only healing plant he really knew.
When Lynvarr found the source of the scent he shrank back a bit. Up in the branches of a nearby ash tree was a large honey bee hive. The honey comb were fascinating and staggered amongst the branches. Bees were flying and buzzing all around the place. He had been so focused on following the scent that he hadn't given the sound of buzzing much thought. Of course the gulley was full of insect life as well as plant and animal life so it wasn't all that surprising that the humming buzz of insects fell into a dull roar in the background as he was walking. Lynvarr gave the hive one last look before he turned to go ahead and leave.
Just as Lynvarr turned a bee stung him in the rear and he gasped, jumping in surprise. It didn't hurt at first, he was more just started but then the pain hit him as the bees started to swarm. Lyn didn't hang around to see what was happening, he beat a hasty retreat, racing through the gulley. However, his brief pause had worked against him, he could hear buzzing all around him and another sharp sting on his shoulders. Lyn snatched a branch covered in leaves in his teeth and whipped around, sending the bees scattering. His goal wasn't necessarily to defeat all the bees. That was just silly. He just wanted to keep himself from being stung long enough to get away or for the bees to give up and leave him alone. Run and swing, run and swing.
With another wild swing he worked to generate enough of a breeze to scatter them before he dropped the stick and took off running as fast as he could. He sprinted across the gulley, kicking up dirt and grass as he went until at last the bees quit following him.
Lyn strode deeper into the gulley, turning slightly north where he could. He wanted to do a bit of exploring but he didn't plan to stay long in the south or west, not with summer around the corner. It was already warm enough he couldn't imagine trying to travel in more significant heat, especially not with his thick coat. Finding a good spot to rest he flopped down on his side and just enjoyed the cool of the grass beneath his fur. Trees and shrubs grew here and there, offering various patched of shades. He planned to just take a quick rest before finishing his exploration. Maybe he would head back this way when it was winter time. The weather up north would be particularly harsh but there was a good chance it would be more palatable farther south. Not that he considered himself a snow bird. He was merely practical about when he went exploring new lands.
Lynvarr scented the air, searching for the smells of prey. He was terribly hungry but it wouldn't hurt to get a survey of the wildlife in the area in case he decided to grab a meal before heading up north. He quickly picked up the scent of rabbit and deer and a number of other small animals like turkey. It had been awhile since he'd had wild turkey. That might hit the spot. As he sifted scents he caught something a bit different.
What was that? Lynvarr furrowed his brow as he tried to figure out what it was he was smelling. It was sweet, and while it wasn't unpleasant it didn't exactly smell like food or any plant he was familiar with. Though the gulley was so full of exotic plants he assumed it had to be a plant. Following his nose Lynvarr shifted tracks to find out the source of the smell. Perhaps if he found some rare plant he could trade it to a healer for some goods. In particular he wouldn't mind stocking up on some yarrow. It was the only healing plant he really knew.
When Lynvarr found the source of the scent he shrank back a bit. Up in the branches of a nearby ash tree was a large honey bee hive. The honey comb were fascinating and staggered amongst the branches. Bees were flying and buzzing all around the place. He had been so focused on following the scent that he hadn't given the sound of buzzing much thought. Of course the gulley was full of insect life as well as plant and animal life so it wasn't all that surprising that the humming buzz of insects fell into a dull roar in the background as he was walking. Lynvarr gave the hive one last look before he turned to go ahead and leave.
Just as Lynvarr turned a bee stung him in the rear and he gasped, jumping in surprise. It didn't hurt at first, he was more just started but then the pain hit him as the bees started to swarm. Lyn didn't hang around to see what was happening, he beat a hasty retreat, racing through the gulley. However, his brief pause had worked against him, he could hear buzzing all around him and another sharp sting on his shoulders. Lyn snatched a branch covered in leaves in his teeth and whipped around, sending the bees scattering. His goal wasn't necessarily to defeat all the bees. That was just silly. He just wanted to keep himself from being stung long enough to get away or for the bees to give up and leave him alone. Run and swing, run and swing.
With another wild swing he worked to generate enough of a breeze to scatter them before he dropped the stick and took off running as fast as he could. He sprinted across the gulley, kicking up dirt and grass as he went until at last the bees quit following him.