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Black Bear (native_soul) wrote in devils_tower,
@ 2009-07-03 18:14:00

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bear, ruby

Week Fourteen- Thursday
Who: Bear and Ruby
What: Bear just returned from hunting.
When: Thursday, 8:30 a.m.-ish
Where: the Canopy.
Rating: TBD

Bear huffed as he carried his prize back to the Canopy. The sun was out and the wind had died. Bear's t'shirt actually clung to his skin, damp from the sweat of his exertion of carrying the buck over his shoulder. His long hair flicked from side to side as he walked, for once simply laying down his back, no wind to lift strands about his face. Wishing his hands were free to strum the string of his bow like an instrument, Bear let a low chant, the simple words growling out of his throat and voicing the joy that came with this war being over. Of course, the aftermath would include the Feathers in a way that was more unpleasant than the tree-dwellers would like. They hadn't chosen a side during the battles, hadn't made a move against the Jackals... but they couldn't stay tucked up in the branches forever. Bear knew that his services as a negotiator would be in high demand soon. The leaders would be at each others throats if they did all of the talking directly to each other and Bear did have a tendency to think before he spoke. He wasn't terribly excited about meeting these Jackal people and their Leader, but he supposed someone had to set up contact.

The buck thudded to the ground at the base of Bear's tree, it's rack almost cracking as the full force of its weight hit the earth. It was a beautiful work of nature, something the Great Spirit must have been proud to create. But this morning had been the first time in a week and a half that Bear had found the time to go out and hunt- the Feathers needed the meat and the buck had been a great prize indeed. Pulling the creature behind his tree, where no one would see the blood coming from it, Bear took out his knife and began skinning and gutting the animal, letting the blood wash over his hands as he thanked the Great spirit for his gift. Bear's low, rough voice carried slightly through the light air, the Cheyenne words almost mystical in the golden light of the morning.

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Sorry this took me so long!

ruby_red
2009-07-09 08:46 pm UTC (link)

It was amazing how little sleep you got when you were taking care of a young girl. Tink was always full of energy and never seemed to stop going a hundred miles a minute. Last night the poor girl hadn't been able to sleep, so to be the good "big sister", Ruby had sat up with her all night to make sure that she settled to sleep eventually. And that had taken until 3 a.m. Not able to get to sleep herself, Ruby just stayed up the entire night, going through her medical kits and seeing what she had left and how much. It was important that she wasn't running low on the important things. People would still continue to need medical care, after all. Before she knew it, the sun was up and it was early morning. Around 8 or 9 from just a guess. With a yawn, she came down from her treehouse. Tink was still asleep, so there wasn't much to be gained from staying up in the tree. She'd go back and check on her in a couple hours.

She ran a hand through her hair as she just walked, letting the sunlight warm her and wake her up. Things weren't extremely busy around the Canopy in the early morning. Because most everybody else was sleeping unless they had something of more importance to do. Because of that things were rather peaceful in the morning glow. That was what Ruby liked most about the Canopy. It was so serene. Perfect.

Ruby wasn't paying too much attention to where she was walking, so eventually her wandering took her past Bear's tree. It was the sound of unfamiliar words that caught her attention and had her stopping. Her curiosity got the best of her and so she walked around the tree, not really knowing what she'd fine. But what she did see there made her stop in her tracks. It seemed that he'd just come back from hunting...and was skinning and gutting a buck.

"Oh my..." she said, immediately brushing her haid back behind her ear. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be nosy. The words you were saying before just got me curious."

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Re: No Problem at all!

native_soul
2009-07-10 02:06 am UTC (link)

Bear picked up his head so quickly that tendrils of his hair whipped about his face. he hadn't expected anyone to be up and about this early, otherwise he would have gutted the animal in the woods. He placed his body between Ruby and the blood-stained grass, not wanting her to have to see the blood soaking the hide of such a brilliant animal. He was much taller than her and felt every bit the savage, towering over her with blood on his hands and a glistening knife tight in his fingers. She was fresh and clean and beautiful in the early morning light, lovely even with the shadows beneath her eyes. He glanced at the buck behind him and then back at her glowing face, offering a sheepish smile as a silent apology. He hoped she wouldn't take his silence as an insult. After all, he rarely talked to anyone much less the subject of his long-time crush.

Spreading his arms, Bear urged her around to the clean side of the tree, at the base of which sat a medium sized basin full of water. He dipped his hands and his knife into it, cleansing them of the thick blood before turning back to Ruby. He looked down at her, his every feature speaking his embarrassment.

"Sorry..." His low, smooth voice rumbled in his chest. "I didn't- I was just-" He swallowed his nerves and stuck his clean hands in the pockets of his cut-off jeans. "Thanking the Great Spirit..." His voice trailed off. he never knew what to say to Ruby. Tink he could talk to without trouble. She was a pistol, that little fairy of a girl. But Ruby was all woman, one that he would wait a lifetime for... not that he knew how to tell her that. He cleared his throat and straightened his shoulders.

"So... you're up and about early... you look like you could use a bit more sleep." There. The longest sentence he was sure he had ever said to her that didn't have to do with business...