.: I Speak of a L e g e n d :. [Ex/Open]

[animamalia]

Let me tell you a story, N a n u k ...

His large white paws padded silently over the smooth stones; but his breath did not fog in the air. There was no snow upon the ground, and the skies were a bright clear blue. The few clouds were reflected in the waters of a large lake; along the banks of which he was walking. This was no place for a polar bear such as he, but he had little choice.

Ragnar glared at the sun high up above, which was making him unpleasantly hot. He was here looking for food; he had been starving for weeks now and was in desperate need of a meal. He had been forced to make the decision to leave his beloved ice caps and venture to the warmer southern lands.

He dipped his nose into the blue waters to take a long draught of the cooling liquid. He shook his fur as the icy water ran down his throat, and decided that a swim was just what he needed to cool off. The water wasn’t as cool as he would have liked it, but it was certainly an improvement from the air on the beach. There was obviously a reason that polar bears lived in cold climates. How other animals could stand it he would never know.

After a few minutes, Ragnar made his way back to shore again; his strong, powerful legs making swift time. He dragged his bulk out of the water and shook himself vigorously to try and remove as much of the excess water as possible. It was nice to have his coat clean though; he had to appreciate that. His white pelt stood out like the moon in the night sky against the unusual back drop; and his size meant that any animal would be able to see him for miles around. But that didn’t worry Ragnar. He had never met another creature he could not face - even other bears. He stood on his hind legs to survey the terrain and let out a fearsome roar - announcing his presence to any who cared to hear. And then he dropped back down on all fours and began to scent out the area in search of prey.

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.:Word Count:. 370 Words
.:Muse:. Medium
.:Notes:. This thread is for Shomari, but anyone can join in if they wish. Also, just a tasty litle tid-bit: Nanuk means 'Polar Bear' in Inuit (the language most commonly spoken by people in small villages in the Arctic Circle). Although it does mean Polar Bear, the bears use it as a term of an elder speaking to a younger or less experienced bear.

[Rev's Mammals]

ic. Prancing around on the rocky shores of the Rand River, the fennec fox poke his nose high in the night air, acting as he was all tall and mighty. For being so small, you think he would know his place on the food chain, but it didn't stop him. He loved to act tough, speak tough, and even be tough. However, he could only inflict pain to ones his size or maybe a slightly bigger. If any taller, he would run with his sandy tail between his legs, yipping away like a little house dog.

He continued his proud stance, splashing the clear river's waters, rippling the reflection of the moon and stars. His teal orbs slightly open to make sure he trotted on a straight path, unwilling to accidentally run into the waters. He has some skill in swimming, but at night, he couldn't see as well as big cats such as Kiara. He would being swimming in circles to find the shore, which would result in him drowning. His spine sent a deadly chill down his back, the thought of dying complaining his egoist mind.

He shook them away and went back to his marching, small paws dainty stepping on stones larger then them. Teal gems peered ahead of him still, the eyes catting an weird form in the distance. It looked like the moon, the white orb just chilling on the banks. But, when it when from circular to oval shape, Shomari knew it wasn't the moon. The creature let about a thunderous roar, then back on his feet, his twitching nose seen by the fox.

Instead of turning tail and for his life, his curiosity perked him into see what type of animal it was, even if it was a predator. "Hey! What the hell are ya? Some moon creature?" he chuckled at his ending, halting about 10 feet away from the polar bear.


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Word Count: 317
Muse Level: Low
Notes: WOOH! POSTED A CRAP REPLY!

[animamalia]

Of the first {[w h i t e]}{}

Ragnar snapped his head around, only noticing the diminutive creature at his feet when it yelled at him. It was small and its coat was a pale gold colour; not something that he was used to in the bleak whiteness of the artic and its creatures. But he figured that these strange coloured lands must have coloured creatures in them. This one looked an awful lot like those pesky foxes he had often chased away from his kills. They were probably the same creature just for a different place. Which meant this one was likely to be just as much of a nuisance.

Ragnar curled his upper lip and released a deep, low growl; a warning. Who did this tiny creature think he was? Even if he did own some part of this land; he had no chance of standing up to an animal as large as he. Had it not spoken up when it did he may even have squished it by accident. Obviously the legends of the arctic didn’t travel very far south. Neither did curtesy apparently; he never would have dreamed of speaking to another larger polar bear in such a way.

“Wrong Nanuk,” he replied when the little fox did not back down. It had courage, Ragnar supposed, but it could have been stupidity too. Or more likely cockiness. Yes; that seemed about right. “I am a bear of the ice and snow; not of the moon. I go by the name of Ragnar.” He doubted very much if the fox knew who he was speaking to - just announcing his name back in his home territory was enough to make bears years older than him bow before him and pledge their own lives to protect his. Not that he needed any of that.

He bent his head down curiously; squinting at the tiny fox and sniffing at it. “What are you?” he questioned, a lot more polite than it had been; deciding that this was not the meal he was looking for. It was likely to be just skin and bone, and even if it wasn’t there wasn’t enough of it to even make a decent mouthful. Wasn’t that always the way?

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.: Word Count :. 370 words
.: Muse :. Medium - Low
.: Notes :. It wasn't crap! It was awesome! And Shomari is so adorable and brave XD

[Rev's Mammals]

ic. The night's stars twinkled ever so brightly that night, creating an illuminating effect on the large polar bears pelt. It some what blinded the eyes of Shomari, but he grew adjusted to the shine. A grin was still on his lips, his mind's thoughts being a turbulent mass of questions about this new creature before him. He did fear the huge beast, but his curiosity still kept him there. And so did his ego.

That deep growl made the fox go on his toes for seconds, then he fully rested on his pads once getting to know it was from the same animal in front of him. A nervous chuckle had slipped out of his mouth, but was quickly covered with a unneeded yawn. He wasn't tired nor bored. It was obvious to the polar bear that the little guy did fear at times.

"Nanuk..?" he whispered to himself, awaiting for more to be said. Once he said he was a polar bear, he kinda had a clue on what he was. Shomari was stupid enough to encounter grizzly bears, but they were mere cubs. Still, they could have squash him as easily as this male could. Teal gems blinked with confusement when he announced his name. Why did he give his name out? Only a shrug was his answer, his shoulder blades gesturing it.

A wet nose soon was up in Shomari's own face, his body feeling the polar breathing his scent. "What are you?" was the same question directed at the small fox, long ears perked up. Even with the emphasis on 'you', the egotist dog answered back with brimming confidence and enjoyment. "I am a mere Fennec Fox. Shomari is the title given by my mother." He then pressed his nose up against the large creatures leg, breathing in hard to get a scent. "You don't smell or look like most bears," he pointed out obviously, still speaking. "So you said you lived in the ice? Well, I live in a totally different place. Its called a desert. Very hot, barely any water. If lucky enough, some food. Yeahh... you can call me a survivor of the hell. Impressed?" He puffed out his tiny, sandy chest, his tassel riased high in arrogance.


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Word Count: 374
Muse: Low
Notes: Sorry for the wait. I do love Ragnar's personality. >D

[animamalia]

To ever s t a l k the i c e

Ragnar looked down, surprised, as the small desert fox nosed at his leg. It was purely because of astonishment that he did not swat the diminutive creature away. It at least seemed to recognise that he wasn’t your run of the mill bear. Its name was strange, but then again Ragnar supposed this was a rather strange place to be living - so of course there would be strange animals with strange names.

Ragnar frowned slightly at Shomari’s description of his home. He personally didn’t like the heat at the best of times and wondered why anything would want to live in such a place. Rather than impressed; Ragnar thought that the fox Shomari was either insane or stupid for living in such a hostile territory. Actually; he could have been smart, since he certainly wasn’t in a desert now. Not that he was going to say anything of course. His pride would never allow it.

“Is that so?” said Ragnar, lifting his nose a little higher and snorting, “This looks nothing like what you described as your territory. Is this a ‘desert’? If it is I think you may just be exaggerating my small friend. Where I come from; the rain is frozen when it falls. It covers everything; and everything is white. Males like myself spend months of darkness walking over the ice and the sea in search of prey while winds almost strong enough to knock a bear off its feet tear at our fur. A fox such as yourself would be turned into a tiny, furry icicle within seconds.”

Ragnar’s competitive side had been awakened inside him by the desert fox’s boasting. If there was one thing he would not settle for it was defeat. A stalemate he could cope with, or even a draw; but never losing. Even on something as trivial as where he had come from. Ragnar could not have Shomari thinking that he was tougher than himself. That would be a weakness. And for Ragnar; weaknesses had to be eliminated before they could be used against him.

Ragnar was immensely amused in a sort of melancholy way by the proud arrogance that Shomari was exhibiting. It reminded Ragnar so much of himself in his younger years; before his mother had been killed. Those days were long gone now, but he could remember.

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.:Word Count:. 400 words
.:Muse:. Medium
.:Notes:. Harr: that's ok - I coped. Shomari and Ragnar have very similar personalities XD Except I suspect Shomari is a lot more cute than Ragnar...

[Rev's Mammals]

ic. Shomari held his chest out for as long as he could, his lungs burning for oxygen as he didn't breath out. He gasped out, but slowly regained his cool composure, his breathing being forced down to minimal noise. The golden fox kept that smug look on his lips, however, it soon melted away when Ragnar spoke about his home land.

Asking when the river was a desert area, he chuckled, but remain quiet to hear what else he had to say. When hearing about the torturous land he came from, his made him shuddered, like he was in the freezing temperatures. He shook his coat, playing off his shaken self as if the passing breeze gave him some chills.

"Of course not! This place is no where close to be described as a desert!" he corrected the polar bear without remorse or fear. "And where you come from seems very cold, but it still doesn't match up to my home land. You have water and rain! We barely get that in a lifetime!"

Though in real conversations, Shomari lost his fight, but the stubborn mule continued. He doesn't like to wronged when he was the one who started the debate. Of course he wants to win now. Arrogant strides were perpendicular to the bear's form, his ego showing off again. Ah... when will he ever learn?

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Word Count: 225
Muse: Low
Notes: Another long wait, and sadly, small post.

[animamalia]

Ragnar snorted. He had never been as eloquent or quick witted as his brothers. Whenever someone had ever bothered his, he was much more of an attack first ask questions later sort of bear. Over time, he had earned the respect of other bears; old, young, wise and strong alike. He was now discovering that this respect did not extend to this domain that he had been so rudely dumped in.

To make matters worse, the cheeky little fox was showing off. But now that he realised that he was no longer respected, Ragnar wondered whether it was still within his rights to use force. He supposed not - to be angered and then feel so threatened by a fox that he needed to strike it down was hardly appropriate behaviour for a bear such as himself. He still had his honour to uphold, even if he was no longer in his arctic home. Although, there was nothing wrong with threatening violence.

“I do wonder, Shomari,” he began, padding forward himself; muscles rippling beneath his shaggy coat as he paced forward with sweeping strokes of his legs. He deliberately made his claws flash in the sunlight, as if to show them off. “With such strong words, are your claws as sharp as your tongue?”

He dipped his head to the fox’s height, to make himself seem even bigger and to point out yet again how much bigger than the pale gold fox he was. Really, Ragnar reasoned with himself, any self respecting animal who had an ounce of self preservation instinct would avoid arguing with another who had such an enormous advantage.

He’d killed any cocky foxes who decided they wanted to share his meal with him up in the arctic. But right now he wanted to preserve his energy for hunting something which would make a more suitable meal for him - Shomari was effectively skin and bones. Barely a mouthful. Perhaps though he could point him in the right direction for prey though.

Straightening up, Ragnar inquired, “You wouldn’t happen to know the location of any good hunting grounds for a creature my size would you?”

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.:Word Count:. 360 words
.:Muse:. Somewhat drained by schoolwork
.:Notes:. Rarr; sorry this took so long. I hate having a life XD. School and camping and cousins got me.