A Bear of a Task (Montis)

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While Sylira is by far the most civilized region of Mizahar, countless surprises and encounters await the traveler in its rural wilderness. Called the Wildlands, Syliran's wilderness is comprised of gradual rolling hills in the south that become deep wilderness in the north. Ruins abound throughout the wildlands, and only the well-marked roads are safe.

A Bear of a Task (Montis)

Postby Gillar on March 15th, 2010, 3:26 am

The Season of Spring in the Year 510 AV: Day 10


For the wildlands of Syliras, the passing of Winter was a blessing. Spring had come and with it came new growth and a promise of better things. Though seldom were such hopeful things in a time without peace and true civilization, nature at least provided the illusion of hope. Blooming plants, flowering trees and the sweet smell and sound of new life masked the dangers inherent in the wilds. It was in this deceptive environment that a lone figure found himself. The Kelvic, Montis, was greeted early in the morning by the day's first rays of sunlight and a soft breeze.

Unlike other days though, there was something different in the air. Montis couldn't quite place it yet something wasn't quite right. The birds still sang, insects still chimed and little else seemed out of place. Whatever it was remained unclear but the feeling did not leave him.

As he prepared to embrace the new day, something in the air raised the hairs on the back of his neck. The faint smell of smoke was noticeable on the breeze. Though it could be little more than a distant forest fire; not all that rare in the wilds especially during spring lightning storms, there didn't seem to be any other obvious signs that it was that. Usually there were more sightings of large groups of animals displaced by the fire or large plumes of smoke in the distance. Montis had witnessed none of these. No, the source of the smoke was much closer and smaller; a comparatively short distance to the north.
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Postby Montis on May 15th, 2010, 8:52 pm

Montis, like many of his brethren, had trouble controlling his curiosity. It might be less prevalent in his stoic and subdued nature, but more often then not he could not resisting investigating something new to him. That morning he awoke to such an thing that would spark his curiosity and drive him to seek an answer. he had enough patience however to have something to eat. Should this new thing turn out to be something interesting, Montis wanted to be able to spend as much time as possible studying it. After pulling a furry white, and obviously dead, rabbit out of his saddle bags and proceeding to take small chunks out of it with his sharper then normal teeth Montis looked at the forest around him. The song of the birds was calming and the gentle pull of the breeze was soothing. it was a good morning to be sure.

Finished with his food and now ready to get moving Montis slipped on the leather bag that had his two saddle bags and his spear attached to its strap and changed. Now a bear stood on its two back legs where Montis had, the same leather strap hugging its body closely where it had been so loose on Montis' human form. Just as his beard had been stained with the blood of the rabbit so to was the fur around his muzzle. He had gone to sleep a bear, a habit he had developed during the cold season, and thus had no cloths to remove before changing. They were packed up in one of the saddle bags. In a surprisingly gentle manner Montis set his two front paws down on the ground and began walking toward the source of the smell, north. The walk was slow and cautious, and all the while as Montis moved he searched for any sign's of what might be the source of this fire. He knew enough about the forest to know that a bear, while large and dangerous, was as much somethings prey as was the rabbit he had for breakfast.
Montis "Hmph."
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A Bear of a Task (Montis)

Postby Gillar on May 16th, 2010, 8:56 am

As Montis slowly made his way north, his trek took him into a wooded area that grew thicker with each step. The coming of Spring had brought all manner of new growth, new smells and all around new sights and sensations. Flowers of all kinds filled the air with their soft sweetness while newly hatched insects buzzed around, crawled, chirped and chided in all corners of the forest. Underbrush, dead from the winter, was now showing signs of new growth as small shoots of greenery dug its way through the dried, dead ground cover; reaching toward the shafts of sunlight shining down through the thin canopy above. Then of course there was the ever present smell of burning that came from a distance that grew shorter and shorter as Montis continued on.

The journey north did not take very long and soon Montis found himself in earshot of some strange sounds. Getting a bit closer, he could make out voices, humanoid voices. From the sounds of things there was more than one source of the voices heard and they were apparently setting toward tearing down their campsite in order to continue their hunt. While still a decent distance away, the word, "hunt", was one that remained prominent in Montis' mind. While it was unknown exactly what they may be hunting, such an activity was almost never known to be good for one of Montis' kind.

It was then that the smell of human got stronger as a soft breeze blew from a different direction than where the voices were coming from.
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Postby Montis on May 18th, 2010, 11:27 pm

Surrounded by hunters. If he was caught, there was little doubt what would happen to Montis. He had been foolish and if he didn't act quickly he would pay for it. As quietly as he could, Montis began moving away from the sounds and from the scent he had caught. As soon as he got far enough, he would run. He could outrun them if they weren't mounted, and even if they were he had an easier time of moving through the heavily wooded lands. He had passed a stream the other day. If he could make it that far he could swim down river and come out of the water on the other side, leaving the hunters with no tracks to follow. Unfortunately, while he could move silently, his bags shuffled with each step. Trying to prevent them from doing so by slowing his step, Montis didn't notice his spear had caught in a branch until it had been wrenched from its strap and clattered tot he the ground. It was a little noise, but a hush seemed to fall over the forest as if everything strained to hear the source of the sound. A twig snapped nearby and Montis began running. The spear had been a gift, a memory of his former bond mate.Despite the almost professional relationship he had with the tracker, it hurt to leave the gift behind, but he had never fought with it, preferring his bear form, so it was of little use to him. Whatever else it was, if he could not leave the gift behind, it would be nothing more then a trap. Montis ran away from the threat he had caught on the wind and the sounds of hunters in the woods, feeling anger toward those that would force him to run but seeing no other choice when faced with a threat that may be ready and waiting for someone like him.
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