09-26-2013, 10:44 PM
NPC: Bear
Bear took his wolf-form in the Spirit World, a hulking, monstrous beast with thick fur white as snow, and trotted around the University campus green. The image he projected of a powerful and fierce animal one lunge away from tearing out a man's throat was, of course, somewhat misleading to his true nature. In truth, his physical size was tempered with a kind and gentle touch. His wolf-brothers certainly did not call him Bear-Who-Runs-On-Ice because he charged through life with a heavy hand - or paw. But that didn't mean he didn't have real strength to draw on if necessary.
He shifted from lawn to lawn, circling the campus. Bear had news for Jon Little Bird, and hoped his friend would show soon. It was unlike him to be overdue for a meeting. Something must have held him up. Keeping meeting times right wasn't an exact science in this place, what with differing time zones and the inability to send to one another if there was a delay, complicated further by the fact that time just didn't correlate between the Spirit World and the waking world in any way that made sense. One day, an hour here could be two there, and the next day it would be the opposite. Delays and missed meetings happened, and often for that reason, and perhaps that was the case tonight. If Jon didn't show, Bear would just seek out his dreams and send him a message through those means.
Bear sat down and rolled in the grass. That felt nice. He hated being in the city, even in this place where people were few and far between, and often vanished within moments. There was so much cold, hard and emotionless concrete and asphalt. It was not a place of a wild thing. Nothing to hunt, and his wolf brothers never came near any places like this as reflected in the Spirit World. He sent out his thoughts to see if any were around, and got nothing but silence in response. That was to be expected. Rather than waste his time here, he should go find some of them and see if they had any news for him. There had been rumors of others showing in the Spirit World, and after all that he had seen and heard -- Jon bringing him Nimeda, for instance -- Bear believed them. The wolves whispered that things of old were waking again, here and in the waking world.
Bear sat back up on his haunches. He sniffed the air, sent his mind out for any trace of Jon. Nothing. If Jon didn't show soon, Bear decided, he would call it a night and go seek his wolf brothers. For lack of anything better to do, he threw back his head and howled, sending out a clear, deep note across the reflection of the University campus.
Bear took his wolf-form in the Spirit World, a hulking, monstrous beast with thick fur white as snow, and trotted around the University campus green. The image he projected of a powerful and fierce animal one lunge away from tearing out a man's throat was, of course, somewhat misleading to his true nature. In truth, his physical size was tempered with a kind and gentle touch. His wolf-brothers certainly did not call him Bear-Who-Runs-On-Ice because he charged through life with a heavy hand - or paw. But that didn't mean he didn't have real strength to draw on if necessary.
He shifted from lawn to lawn, circling the campus. Bear had news for Jon Little Bird, and hoped his friend would show soon. It was unlike him to be overdue for a meeting. Something must have held him up. Keeping meeting times right wasn't an exact science in this place, what with differing time zones and the inability to send to one another if there was a delay, complicated further by the fact that time just didn't correlate between the Spirit World and the waking world in any way that made sense. One day, an hour here could be two there, and the next day it would be the opposite. Delays and missed meetings happened, and often for that reason, and perhaps that was the case tonight. If Jon didn't show, Bear would just seek out his dreams and send him a message through those means.
Bear sat down and rolled in the grass. That felt nice. He hated being in the city, even in this place where people were few and far between, and often vanished within moments. There was so much cold, hard and emotionless concrete and asphalt. It was not a place of a wild thing. Nothing to hunt, and his wolf brothers never came near any places like this as reflected in the Spirit World. He sent out his thoughts to see if any were around, and got nothing but silence in response. That was to be expected. Rather than waste his time here, he should go find some of them and see if they had any news for him. There had been rumors of others showing in the Spirit World, and after all that he had seen and heard -- Jon bringing him Nimeda, for instance -- Bear believed them. The wolves whispered that things of old were waking again, here and in the waking world.
Bear sat back up on his haunches. He sniffed the air, sent his mind out for any trace of Jon. Nothing. If Jon didn't show soon, Bear decided, he would call it a night and go seek his wolf brothers. For lack of anything better to do, he threw back his head and howled, sending out a clear, deep note across the reflection of the University campus.