The Bear Necessities (Artur)

[Rengar]

Timestamp: Spring 14, 513 AV Garren stirred from his slumber, the sounds of padded feet nearby. Slowly he grabbed his nearby battle axe, turning his head toward the entrance of his large tent. His infravision kicked on, and he saw several canine forms outside. He sighed, knowing it must be early, as his fire usually kept wolves at bay, so it must've died down. Creeping up, slowly, silently, he swapped his battle axe to his left hand, he picked up his throwing axe as well. If he didn't scare them off now, they'd just keep coming back. He needed to prove that this was his territory, for that was the only thing predators understood. He got himself up into a crouched position, gripping his weapons firmly, but not too tight, the warm bodies of the wolves appearing to be several feet away. He used the head of his axe to slowly part the tent flap. But as the flap fluttered, a wolf head turned to him, and a growl followed shortly. He burst out into the clearing of his camp, and immediately chucked his axe at the nearest dog. It was no kill shot, but it lopped off its tail before burying itself into the ground, a loud cry echoing from the wolf. He now held his battle axe in both hands, roaring loudly, a bestial cry, and swung the axe back over his shoulder. The wolves were careful now, the injured one having run of yelping, and one crept forward, snapping its jaws provokingly at Garren. Garren swung his axe powerfully, in a downward, diagonal chop, knowing he was out of range to hit it, but close enough to scare it. As the axe whizzed by the wolf, it flinched back. Rengar stepped closer, reversing the swing of his axe, bring it upward with a single arm. The blunt side of the axe collided with the underside of the lead wolf's jaw, snapping its head back and tossing it backwards. The wolf was surprisingly not dead, but it was severely shaken, its jaw likely broken. A whimper later and the pack ran off. Then Rengar decided to speak up. "Brother, you know what you have to do right? That wolf is dead if it can't eat. You need to finish it now, remember what we learned in The Spires, remember Caiyha's teachings?" Ugh, fine brother, fine. Besides, we haven't had wolf in a long time. He went back into his tent, grabbed a knife, his rope, and his fishing net. The net wouldn't hold a wolf for long, but it would slow it down long enough for him to slay it. Back outside, he found a trail of blood droplets from the one who lost his tail. Using his infravision once more, he could see the fading pinks of the droplets, leading into the woods outside the city. He followed them, until he came across flowing blue streaks, a stream. He looked on both banks, and saw no blood. He switched back to normal vision, and looked down. He saw several different sets of paw prints, fresh in the mud, and leading down stream. He kept a good grip on his throwing axe, ready to imbed it in anything that moved, as he slowly made his way along the flowing water.

[Artur]

Today was a very fun day for Artur, because he would be enjoying the day in the form he would always take when he wasn't human. Being a bear was just as comfortable as being a human of course, but for Artur it was a matter of preference when it came to the two; and Artur preferred his fur over the layer of clothes anyday. Technically that would make him preferrably a nude, since he didn't like to wear clothing, but either way the bear was fine in both forms. Today however he'd embrace the perks of being a animal, as he found himself lost in thought as he watched the running stream. Artur did bring his clothes as a just in case, since one never knew the possibility of running into another stranger.

His clothes rested on a rock not to far where they remained dry, while the bear stood in the water at the edge of a small drop. Salmon occasionally bopped out and then back into the gush of the running stream and his mouth watered to have a bite. It had been a season since he'd eaten salmon, and he wanted to cook some back in the city when he had the chance; but for now he had to indulge in the taste of nutritious raw meat. A unknown object had caught his attention though, an object that had moved along the bank not too far down. It was a lone wolf that looked injured, and it was headed this way...until it saw Artur in the water. The wolf didn't waste any time in turning his tail and going deeper into the woods, the bear just watched curiously as the trees soon shrouded the animal.

'Well that was different.' His thoughts were distracted as salmon splashed up near him, he looked back to the river and waited for another splash. He wanted it. He wanted the fish now, and just when he believed he had it in reach his teeth missed it. They simply chomped at the air near the salmon as it went back into the depths of the running water. He kept his eyes on the water, and watched eagerly as he didn't plan to miss the next one.

OOCApologies for the delay, thank you SO SO very much for being patient!

[Rengar]

Garren was running downstream, mud flying up from his boots, his arms pumping, his chest glistening from a combination of stream water and sweat. His eyes searched the mud for signs of tracks, but he wasn't trained well enough to discern wolf tracks from bobcat from random dips and bumps. He continued running along, paying more attention to the bank then what was ahead. Pay attention Brother! Garren looked up and saw a large bear hunting for fish in the stream. Thinking about the marks on his chest, and his self vow to never harm a bear unless his life was at stake, he quickly turned up the bank toward the woods, when his boot slipped. He stumbled, making sure to get his weapons away from his body before he fell forward, his torso hitting the grass. Quickly scrambling to get up, regaining his breath, his eyes saw a light track of mud heading up in the same direction he intended to take. He quickly assumed the wolf made the same choice of not challenging a bear. He managed to get his feet beneath him when he saw a large batch of grey fur ahead, lying down, a pained whining coming from it. It's body was rising and falling rapidly, a lack of breath likely the cause. He crouched, gripping his weapons tighter, ready for a fight. The wolf looked up at him, and his heart reached out to the poor animal. It's snout was skewed sideways, and swollen. It didn't even look like it could open, and breathing through it was near impossible at best. The wolf couldn't fight back, couldn't run, and was doomed to a slow, painful death if he didn't intervene. The wolf's eyes were locked on his, and then it laid its head down on its paws, more whimpering coming forth. Garren looked down at the animal, "Caiyha, forgive me for making this animal suffer needlessly. I will do my duty to right this, and will not fail again in the future." He walked right up to the animal, who had no fight left in it, raised his axe high. Then in a swift movement, that twisted from his hips, bring him down to a knee as he swung, he sunk the blade right through its skull, cleaving it in two. "You don't have to feel pain any longer, I will make sure to use your death as best I can for the betterment of life, and of Caiyha." He put his axes in their belt loops, then picked up the heavy wolf in his arms, keeping the head to one side so it would bleed out easier, and not all over him. He stood up and turned, ready to head back to camp to prepare this animal as best he could.

[Artur]

The salmon lept from the rush of the river! Artur's jaw cracked open with a small low growl as he went in for the nab, his teeth chomped down on something finally as he yanked his head back. He had gotten the fish before it had even fully lept out of the water, and Artur proudly tried to crunch on the hard- wait a minute... Salmon is not crunchy to him, but usually quite chewy instead. So what did he have in his mouth? Artur looked to his nose to see something brown poked out of the side, and his eyes followed it to a thinner line of brown with a bit of green found at its end. 'Un-believable.' His smug expression became sour as he looked to see the salmon still flopped through the river, this apparently became a never ending test for him that really tried his patience. It was then he heard the sound, the only sound he was familiar with, when flesh sounded like it were ripped by teeth. Only the clang wouldn't be teeth, as that never came with the sound.

Artur saw a purple-ish man with the head of a wolf walking down the bank, the same wolf that ran up into the tree's it seemed. Artur dropped the stick in awe as he thought the purple man was a hunter, either that or another animal that preyed on other predators. It was when the salmon flippered and flailed in his face he lunged forward, his predatorial senses finally kicked in as he snapped at the fish. He missed it and lost his footing, as a few of the rocks became unstable because of his weight. Artur slipped into the water, and rode the bumpy ride down the small falls and into the river with a splash. His bum was immediately sore even with all of the cushiony fur and fat he had, which resulted in him shifting to his human form. For a moment there a flash of light took place and veiled him as the water glowed, then when the light vanished the bear was now a human.

Artur crawled onto the bank and sorely stood on his feet, he rubbed the back of his bottom as the bruises were already forming. His clothes managed to wash up near him thankfully, the sad part was they were wet now; and they didn't have to worry about bruises. "Ooow." He sighed as he looked up to the falls, the salmon finally made it over top now. "I hate you," he mumbled, "I hate you so much."