Post by Ray on Oct 20, 2017 1:38:06 GMT -5
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[attr="class","ContentStyle"]With a smirk plastered rakishly across his muzzle, Hawke ambled confidently across a large, muddy clearing that sat near the inland border of the marshy delta. The scent of bears was fresh in the area, and signs of their passing through were all around - large, dead tree stumps were cracked open to reveal mangled combs dripping with honey and swarmed with vaguely distressed bees, the rotten wood torn up and scored all over with the distinctive wide-spaced claw marks that heralded the presence of such ursines. Summer berries were strewn all across the ground around the hedges they grew on, decimated branches stripped of their leaves and smeared all over with dark juice stains. Among the wreckage Hawke sauntered without the fear a lesser predator would carry, because the culprits of this carnage were exactly what he was seeking.
Hawke, unsurprisingly, was the type of wolf to laugh in the face of danger - and then probably flick it in the forehead and then dance around it. Taunting bears was one of the activities he did so enjoy partaking in, to Fenris' greatest chagrin. Of course Hawke had done it successfully so many times that his lover's reactions had de-escalated from hopping mad to a few resigned comments about his latest escapade, usually also tempered with the loving head-bump that Hawke would deliver upon his return. Fenris did love those. Or perhaps he just tolerated them because he loved Hawke. Hawke still wasn't sure. But nevertheless he was constantly in awe of the fact that loyal, grouchy, beautiful, passionate Fenris had somehow still chosen him. The thought always brought a smile to his face.
Regardless, bears were little of an issue to Hawke as a whole, only once having had to make a very quick exit from the scene due to the appearance of two additional bears. Fortunately the lumbering creatures had immediately turned on each other instead, having decided that fighting over their territory against these interlopers was a more pressing issue than the irritating wolf on the periphery of their vision. So they fell to growling and making their groaning bear roars at each other while Hawke zipped away as fast as his bulky frame would let him. Most times, though, Hawke would play them one on one - gallivanting about just out of their reach, a wild grin on his face as he dipped out of the swiping arc of their claws, dancing back with surprising agility when they roared in his face and snapped with excruciatingly long fangs. He never let them break into a run, though, because bears are obnoxiously fast once they get going. He'd tire them out from darting every which way and then slip around behind them, into some thick foliage while they were still dizzied from his antics, and then trot off chuckling to himself.
Aha. As he rounded a large outcrop of hedges, the strong scent of bear musk assaulted his nose on the wind, and the smirk on Hawke's face split into a grin as he sped up his gait. Hello, you beast. From a distance and staying downwind, bears tended to disregard his approach til he was close enough for them to distinguish his long legs from their tree trunk appendages - perhaps his huge shaggy coat was enough to fool their beady little eyes, until he was close enough to bother them.
However, Hawke never got that close to this particular bear, because something happened. A flash of white light drenched the area, blinding his vision for several long seconds before receding and when his eyes had regained their sight, he saw the startled bear galloping off in the other direction. "Fuck," he exhaled in disapproval, though his mind was soon taken off the disappearing bear by the disembodied voice in his head.
"A gift? For me? My, my. What reason would a goddess have to be so kind? Especially one named Chaos?" Hawke's eyes glinted with mischief as he spoke into the nothingness, an idea already forming in his head. "Since you've extended the opportunity, your grace, it would be disrespectful of me not to take it. Bless me with the gift of transformation. Any creature my eyes can see, let me become that thing." The corner of his mouth quirked up impishly. "That would definitely be chaotic, wouldn't it?"
Hawke, unsurprisingly, was the type of wolf to laugh in the face of danger - and then probably flick it in the forehead and then dance around it. Taunting bears was one of the activities he did so enjoy partaking in, to Fenris' greatest chagrin. Of course Hawke had done it successfully so many times that his lover's reactions had de-escalated from hopping mad to a few resigned comments about his latest escapade, usually also tempered with the loving head-bump that Hawke would deliver upon his return. Fenris did love those. Or perhaps he just tolerated them because he loved Hawke. Hawke still wasn't sure. But nevertheless he was constantly in awe of the fact that loyal, grouchy, beautiful, passionate Fenris had somehow still chosen him. The thought always brought a smile to his face.
Regardless, bears were little of an issue to Hawke as a whole, only once having had to make a very quick exit from the scene due to the appearance of two additional bears. Fortunately the lumbering creatures had immediately turned on each other instead, having decided that fighting over their territory against these interlopers was a more pressing issue than the irritating wolf on the periphery of their vision. So they fell to growling and making their groaning bear roars at each other while Hawke zipped away as fast as his bulky frame would let him. Most times, though, Hawke would play them one on one - gallivanting about just out of their reach, a wild grin on his face as he dipped out of the swiping arc of their claws, dancing back with surprising agility when they roared in his face and snapped with excruciatingly long fangs. He never let them break into a run, though, because bears are obnoxiously fast once they get going. He'd tire them out from darting every which way and then slip around behind them, into some thick foliage while they were still dizzied from his antics, and then trot off chuckling to himself.
Aha. As he rounded a large outcrop of hedges, the strong scent of bear musk assaulted his nose on the wind, and the smirk on Hawke's face split into a grin as he sped up his gait. Hello, you beast. From a distance and staying downwind, bears tended to disregard his approach til he was close enough for them to distinguish his long legs from their tree trunk appendages - perhaps his huge shaggy coat was enough to fool their beady little eyes, until he was close enough to bother them.
However, Hawke never got that close to this particular bear, because something happened. A flash of white light drenched the area, blinding his vision for several long seconds before receding and when his eyes had regained their sight, he saw the startled bear galloping off in the other direction. "Fuck," he exhaled in disapproval, though his mind was soon taken off the disappearing bear by the disembodied voice in his head.
"A gift? For me? My, my. What reason would a goddess have to be so kind? Especially one named Chaos?" Hawke's eyes glinted with mischief as he spoke into the nothingness, an idea already forming in his head. "Since you've extended the opportunity, your grace, it would be disrespectful of me not to take it. Bless me with the gift of transformation. Any creature my eyes can see, let me become that thing." The corner of his mouth quirked up impishly. "That would definitely be chaotic, wouldn't it?"
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