Bare Bear Baer

The dark young man is slowly windings his through the strange land, his makeshift boat having deposited him on these new, foreign shores. Ezekiel has arrived in search of his wayward sister, Ely, and he is determined to find her. Oak trees spread their leaves high above the ground, blocking any view of the sky that might have reached the man below. Not that he really cares since he is just passing through this place on his to distant lands. His mind wanders as rain pelts the leaves above his head, tapping out a calming rhythm as he plods along the wet ground underneath.

Suddenly, the strength of those drops increases and begins to sound fierce as they strike against the delicate structures of the trees. Shadows dance as the canopy recoils and springs back in place and then, suddenly, a piece of hail breaks through to strike Zeke squarely between his eyes. The young male pulls up short as he realizes that, whatever had just happened, actually kind of hurt. Duel-toned eyes blink away the surprise as he turns his once wandering attention up to where the heavens are unleashing their furry.

Lips peel away from his teeth as he gives a low growl of annoyance to nature, as more of those stupid frozen chunks of rain begin to hit him. However, his attention is drawn away when some all too familiar sounds greet his ears. Now, to be fair, Ezekiel doesn’t really give a flying fuck about a stranger or two fighting but there, mixed in with their scents is the musk of a grizzly bear. Excitement rapidly floods his veins, pumping adrenaline through them that deadens the pain of the ice balls that are beginning to strike him with more frequency and ferocity.

His heart is now a fist full of thunder, pounding with so much force that it feels as if the organ might explode. A stirring of something primal and dark flutters in the back of the young man’s mind as he pushes off, rocketing away underneath the canopy toward the glorious sounds of battle. Two wolves appear in the distance but he pays them no mind because there, in front, is the only thing that matters in the world right now. The grizzly bear is deadly beast and Zeke is going to bring it down.

Blood, thick and coppery fills his nostrils and the man feels that primal stirring again, his body reacting to the scent by making his length grow firm. Oh gods, how he loves a good funeral. Without warning he rushes past the two wolves, quick as an arrow as he darts forward lunging up toward the beast’s neck. The grizzly is caught by surprise, its scars of previous hard-fought battles, meaning nothing as Ezekiel begins to attack. Hail pounds into his form, leaving welts and bruises across his body while he begins his relentless assault.

Teeth strike out, filling his mouth with blood and causing his balls to quiver with anticipation. The bear attempts to strike him but Zeke is ruthless, opening wounds across its face and chest while driving the beast back. It shifts its weight back, planting its hind paws and standing… which only spells the creatures doom. He rushes in, teeth finding the soft flesh of its belly and he begins to tear it apart. The bear grunts, attempting to swipe at him and then squish the young man by bringing its body down on top of him. But the damage is done and, with one last rip, all the internal organs of the beast fall out onto the ground.

The dead grizzly grunts, blinking down at the pile or organs that now steam upon the ground and is being stuck by the hail. It lists sideways and attempts to walk away, the organs, still connected, trailing after it in a grisly display. Finally, Zeke acknowledges the presence of the other two and he turns to growls a warning, “Leave.” By now, he is hard as a rock and this is his only warning to the pair to save them from seeing what he is about to do. The bear continues to stagger away, intestines uncoiling as it goes and the young man slowly stalks after it, the hail completely forgotten as he now seeks the sweet release that only this beast will give him.



WC: 728
Total WC: 1647 / 1500