the bearer of bad news

Tate · 08-23-2023, 08:31 PM

Tate, too, was surprised that the bear had come from seemingly nowhere. It had been running... running from something? Running from what exactly? His stomach churned, not wanting to go much farther down that train of thought. Things had been pretty off lately. Something strange was on the horizon, but what? Young Potato would likely bring it up to uncle Hattori later, but for now? Well, for now there were bigger fish to fry. Bigger... bears to fry. Bigger bears to bear? We'll go with that.

The beast was enraged. Furious. Swiping at Tate, who simply dug in harder. Dug in tighter. Holding onto the creature with all the ferocity he could muster. Drive it off or kill it, it didn't matter as long as it was neutralized. He was panting, trying to keep up with the relentless assault. The bear was an athletic fucker, he'd give it that. It's then, Tate becomes acutely aware he's not alone. There's someone coming closer, and he doesn't have the time to figure out who or why they are. Steps coming closer... it's only with a slight shift in the breeze that he learns just who's come to his aid.

Bramble. Suddenly, he's on edge. More worried now than he was moments ago. Tate isn't just fighting for himself now. His pulse picked up, throbbing in his chest. Hackles up, more keen than he was even moments ago. He presses the attack, snarling and sinking his teeth deep into the side of the bear's neck. Ripping and tearing, teeth sinking in and shredding. Trying to maximize the damage he does, as the bear starts to show signs that it's hurting. Whatever Tate was onto, it was working. He was working his ass off. The slow ooze of blood from a scrape on his head, the breathlessness in his lungs aching. With renewed vigor, he pressed on.

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the bearer of bad news

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