Post by Ursarius on Jul 17, 2015 0:38:56 GMT -6
A ripple of fear sent shivers down her spine as the shaft slid along the bow shelf as she drew the arrow back. A nagging thought in the back of her mind told her that this was wrong. It went against everything she stood for, everything she fought for all these years. Ursa took aim at the bird... A small grouse rustling in the long grass unaware of it's impending doom. Ursa's dark brown eyes fixed upon it with angst and regret. She let the Arrow fly and it connected with the heart of the Grouse, and with little flutter, the creature dropped dead, arrow fletching to the Sky. It was not the Act of hunting the disturbed her, No, she was used to death and taking lives by now especially hunting to live. She swallowed hard, something moved behind her and she shakily stepped aside, Clearing the Path for Urdain.
From the Forest behind her, her son emerged. Soft clean white fur, and deadly red eyes. The young cub was only 7 months old, and stood at just over 4 feet tall on his back legs. Half the size of his mother already. And twice as Hungry, twice as difficult to feed. The young cub stepped into the pale moonlight and the evidence showed. His pearly white mouth stained ruby red with blood. His eyes feel on the new kill and he scampered off on all fours to claim it while the blood was still fresh.
Ursa could only watch with disgust, listening to the muffled slurping and suckling, the sound she expect to hear from her son who was breastfeeding from her but it never happened. Evanessa the Apothecary attendant had sold her enough blood to feed him, willfully given from the wildlife... but it wasn't enough anymore. He was growing and his appetite was growing with him. Ursa was scared... Scared of what her son could become if he got hungry.
'I can't always be around to hunt for him, he'll have to hunt on his own. What if he leaves corpses?' She thought, sadly. 'What if he catches the wrong prey?'
When her son had finished eating, he wandered back to her side, nuzzling her shin. She placed the bow upon her back and lifted him into her arms. He was heavy, she wouldn't be able to carry him for long. She walked over to the grouse and scooped up it's limp sopping body. That would be her supper for tonight.
"Come Urdain, that should be enough for tonight... Until I can get enough gems to buy you some more from the Apothecary."
The Cub nodded, and placed his head on her shoulder, eyes glowing red, silently watching the forest.
From the Forest behind her, her son emerged. Soft clean white fur, and deadly red eyes. The young cub was only 7 months old, and stood at just over 4 feet tall on his back legs. Half the size of his mother already. And twice as Hungry, twice as difficult to feed. The young cub stepped into the pale moonlight and the evidence showed. His pearly white mouth stained ruby red with blood. His eyes feel on the new kill and he scampered off on all fours to claim it while the blood was still fresh.
Ursa could only watch with disgust, listening to the muffled slurping and suckling, the sound she expect to hear from her son who was breastfeeding from her but it never happened. Evanessa the Apothecary attendant had sold her enough blood to feed him, willfully given from the wildlife... but it wasn't enough anymore. He was growing and his appetite was growing with him. Ursa was scared... Scared of what her son could become if he got hungry.
'I can't always be around to hunt for him, he'll have to hunt on his own. What if he leaves corpses?' She thought, sadly. 'What if he catches the wrong prey?'
When her son had finished eating, he wandered back to her side, nuzzling her shin. She placed the bow upon her back and lifted him into her arms. He was heavy, she wouldn't be able to carry him for long. She walked over to the grouse and scooped up it's limp sopping body. That would be her supper for tonight.
"Come Urdain, that should be enough for tonight... Until I can get enough gems to buy you some more from the Apothecary."
The Cub nodded, and placed his head on her shoulder, eyes glowing red, silently watching the forest.