PDA

View Full Version : A New World.


Alice
October 17th, 2008, 07:45 PM
((Open to any species that can be found within Canada. No clothes, No Magic. Kinda naturalistic - think happy feet. Just read and see. Any questions, PM me :) ))

The world was changing. Even in the short time Alice had graced this earth, she knew this much to be true. Each year the winters grew shorter, the ice more fleeting. Her mother told her of an age where fat little seals lingered beneath every patch of frozen water, and where there was no trouble feeding two - even three - cub mouths throughout the winter. Their kind were build to endure, to survive where even their closest cousins could not, but where there was no ice, there was no hunt. Now it was merely a game of survival of the fittest. Alice had been born with a brother, but he had been lost to the frigid waters of the great divide, unable to make the swim back to the ice after the winter freeze. And now, her mother lay dead before her, wisps of her wet fur stirring in the frigid wind.

The polar bear was a noble matriarch. Scars from battle were etched deep into her her long slender nose. Her large paws, now lifeless, had punched through countless blankets of ice, crossed oceans, and warded off males nearly twice her size intent on killing her cubs. Her mother had passed peacefully in her sleep, but well before her time, a victim of fatigue and hunger. She had made her last swim to the mainland, but that was to be her last long journey. Alice simply couldn't tear her eyes from the body - wet, cold, and lifeless. The daughter had stuck by the body for days, warding off scavengers. The hunger twisting in her gut told her it was time to move on lest she share the fate of her mother and brother. With her head hung low she turned her back on the corpse and began to slowly trek inland. A low mournful growl akin to a howl rattled out of her throat.

---

The sun shone brightly on the rocky ground. A few deciduous trees sprang from the rough terrain that Alice wandered over. The warm summer weather contrasted sharply with the bear's bitter resolve. Her expression was sullen and her thoughts obviously elsewhere. She wandered through the thickening forest with the weight of the world on her shoulder. Away from the ice she seemed entirely out of place. A youthful creature, she was slender and undersized. Still very much an animal who had yet to fully develop, and yet she possessed the cool dignified temperament of her kind. She did not fit here with the mud staining the pristine white fur about her paws, and yet part of her wondered if she'd ever leave the mainland again.

He small ears twitched at the sounds of movement, but it was her acute sense of smell that alerted her she was no longer alone for certain. Her long, graceful neck twisted about as she searched the treeline for any signs of an animal with whom she'd crossed paths.

Silverclaw
October 21st, 2008, 08:39 PM
What the hell...? Silverclaw thought to himself as he quietly padded through the forest. He had wandered north for days and days, trying to escape the heat in the south, heat that was responsible for killing his packmates. Other prey had wandered north as well, and if he did not want to die like the others, he had to follow the food. Again the wolf's keen nose picked up a scent that he was unfamiliar with. He smelled death in the air, but it was a different sort of death scent.

He reached the treeline, and silhouetted against the rocks was a figure that looked like a bear. It cannot be. Bears are not white. He blinked a couple times to make sure he was not hallucinating from the hunger. When he opened his eyes agian, the bear-thing was still there. And it was alive. His nose told him that it was impossible, but his eyes registered the movement.

He took a couple more steps forward, curiousity getting the better of everything his brain told him not to do. The wind shifted, the bear-thing looked in his direction, and he knew he had been caught. He froze, hoping his lack of movement would cause him to disappear. It was a vain hope, he knew, but he tried anyway.

Idesin
October 24th, 2008, 08:42 PM
(um ... any way an otter could join this without being eaten >.< ?)