[size=9pt]It's a pretty evening. The sun is setting on the horizon, blinding, and everything is washed in gold. There's birds in the trees, and there's a soft breeze to ease the summer heat. It feels like a Disney movie, like Moon is Rapunzel. Not because he's blonde and pretty, though those are valid guess, but because, well-- He's up really fucking high.
His claws are embedded in the branch. The wood is splintering against his paws, and one of them is already cut, so it fucking hurts. He's up near the middle of a tree, a massive one, and he's holding on for dear life like someone who actually wants to live to see another day. It's a funny sight-- someone would probably laugh if they saw him like this. 'Till they spot the enormous, murderous black bear below, that is. She's on her hind legs, maw opened and sucking in breaths of Moon's scent, eager. The more she does it the less hope Moon has, because she's literally drooling and he knows there's only so long he has left before she snaps the trunk in half and he becomes Lion Sashimi.
What's up with him and the Ascendant's feral animals? It's as if they'd spotted him on the border and come to the mutual agreement that he was an asshole who deserved to get fucked with. Which, he sort of was, but not enough to become some Momma Bear's evening snack. Besides, it's not as if he'd provoked her. There was a baby bear in a clearing, right, and all he'd done is asked him if he really could ride a tricycle or was that just Human propaganda?
It'd ended up with him here, after a while of chasing. By now, Moon was kind of drained, and he was losing his will to fight fate. So he stares back, and says, "What's up.", voice flat. He figures he should at least get to know the last creature he'll ever set eyes on. "Do you talk? English? French? Hell, Spanish?" She's not replying. Just sort of staring, like a cat waiting to scoop its paw into the fish tank. "You know, Disney got you guys all fucking wrong. You ever seen Big Bear? You furry fuckers are meant to, like, sing and adopt orphans and stuff. If Walt saw this shit you'd be put down."
His claws are embedded in the branch. The wood is splintering against his paws, and one of them is already cut, so it fucking hurts. He's up near the middle of a tree, a massive one, and he's holding on for dear life like someone who actually wants to live to see another day. It's a funny sight-- someone would probably laugh if they saw him like this. 'Till they spot the enormous, murderous black bear below, that is. She's on her hind legs, maw opened and sucking in breaths of Moon's scent, eager. The more she does it the less hope Moon has, because she's literally drooling and he knows there's only so long he has left before she snaps the trunk in half and he becomes Lion Sashimi.
What's up with him and the Ascendant's feral animals? It's as if they'd spotted him on the border and come to the mutual agreement that he was an asshole who deserved to get fucked with. Which, he sort of was, but not enough to become some Momma Bear's evening snack. Besides, it's not as if he'd provoked her. There was a baby bear in a clearing, right, and all he'd done is asked him if he really could ride a tricycle or was that just Human propaganda?
It'd ended up with him here, after a while of chasing. By now, Moon was kind of drained, and he was losing his will to fight fate. So he stares back, and says, "What's up.", voice flat. He figures he should at least get to know the last creature he'll ever set eyes on. "Do you talk? English? French? Hell, Spanish?" She's not replying. Just sort of staring, like a cat waiting to scoop its paw into the fish tank. "You know, Disney got you guys all fucking wrong. You ever seen Big Bear? You furry fuckers are meant to, like, sing and adopt orphans and stuff. If Walt saw this shit you'd be put down."
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; height: auto; text-align: center; font-family: ; font-size: 9pt; color: COLOR; letter-spacing: -.5px;"][i][b]and die like a hero going home.[glow=black,2,300]