On the Warpath (Bear Hunt)
06-24-2013, 07:31 AM
Masqurading as a man with a Reason my Charade is the Event of the Season though my eyes could see, I still was a blind man though my mind could think, I still was a mad man I hear the voices when I'm dreaming I can hear them say: ~*~ Gargoyle followed in the small fae's pawsteps. By unspoken agreement, the group seemed to stay quiet. They didn't know what was out and they weren't about to go charging off into the snow, spitting and growling. Gargoyle let Midnight do her job; she was able to remain focused and on the trail even when things started to get mixed up or faint. Each time Gargoyle would begin to wonder if they ought to spread out and try to find a more solid clue, they'd see some bit of fur or scent marker. Yes they were close. Gargoyle could smell blood. Finding the moose was quite an eye opener. Gods above that bear had to be a crazy good hunter. Gargoyle's first encounter with a moose had been when he was barely a weanling, and it had cost him his tail. They were impressive creatures. And the fact that it had had the power and energy to take down a beast that size, this late in winter... Great. With Gargoyle's luck, the bear was probably half insane and half starved. With an irrated flick of his tattered ear, Gargoyle prepared to continue on. At least they knew the creature would have an extrememly full stomach now. That meant he'd be at least a big slower, espically considering all the energy it must've taken to hunt the moose - not to mention any injuries it might've gotten from the clash. But the column had stopped moving. Midnight was hesitating a bit. She looked over her shoulder to the rest of them. "We're close" was all she said. Gargoyle gave her a calm dip of the head. A gesture of silent, sober encouragement. He wasn't going to baby anyone, they were here to hunt. And like as not, things were going to get alot worse before they got any better. If he needed any proof for this thought, it came when they reached the creature's den. It looked like a dragon's lair out of the old stories, sitting up there dark and forboding in the middle of the bare mountain side. Gargoyle had been expecting a hole in the snow with snoring sounds coming out of it. Not this. "What's the plan Chief?" he heard Midnight asking. With a snort, the Chief mentally 'saddled up'. This beast was proving to be dangerous than he'd expected? Well then, all the more reason to get it out! ...But then a thought dawned on him. Maybe they didn't have to. "This creature doesn't act like a normal bear. This isn't just about chasing out a rival, anymore, this is about putting down a threat. -- Look there," he rumbled quietly, his nose pointing to all the mass of loose rock and boulder that surrounded the cave. "If all of us can sneak along the trail and above the cave, we should be able to rain down enough stone to block up the hole." He glanced at his recruits, and then, ever so quietly, began to lead the way to the foot of the winding stone path that had been beaten smooth by the giant stones of the beast. (ooc: hint- the bear is allowed to be played by anyone) Carry on my Wayward Son There'll be peace when you are done |
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