08-09-2016, 10:15 PM
The young stallion had no idea what he was walking into when he ventured in to the forest today, his feet and spirit light and happy. His home was within the Meadow, where his very large and cheerful family roamed about freely, and the only place he'd ever been. He often felt they treated him as an invalid, periodically coming to check on him as if to be sure he hadn't fallen into some kind of fatal depression. They thought it very odd that he preferred to keep to himself, the outgoing bunch that they are. They couldn't possibly understand why he wouldn't want them chirping away at him in his mind with their telepathy. Since he could not hear them..
So when a mighty roar ripped the skies and shook the canopy of the trees above, it did not act as a warning for possible danger ahead, and quite literally fell on deaf ears. Baymax simply kept the same idle pace he'd had all morning, roaming about without a care in the world, his tail swishing merrily. It felt good to be out. Nobody would find him here and somehow that lifted his spirits further. A lopsided grin split his face, and he looked about with fresh eyes.
And his fresh eyes fell upon a fairly large creature just a ways ahead. It wasn't anything that he'd ever seen in the Meadow before, but he instinctively knew it was dangerous. He halted, hesitated.. sniffed the air carefully. Was it one of the types to chase him if he ran simply out of predatory instinct? Or perhaps he should drop himself and play dead? The thought of lying prone and allowing devastatingly large teeth come at him was not high in his list of ideal endings for a life barely yet lived.
He carefully took a step back as he pondered his options, telling himself it was probably a quiet step. He had no real way of knowing, naturally. Maybe he should get the creature's attention and see how it reacts first, then he could also react based on that. Teeth come at him, he runs. Seemed simple enough. So, he gave a cautious snort, and told himself that it was probably nice and quiet too. The spittle always sprays out that easily. His entire body tensed for flight, just in case, though.
So when a mighty roar ripped the skies and shook the canopy of the trees above, it did not act as a warning for possible danger ahead, and quite literally fell on deaf ears. Baymax simply kept the same idle pace he'd had all morning, roaming about without a care in the world, his tail swishing merrily. It felt good to be out. Nobody would find him here and somehow that lifted his spirits further. A lopsided grin split his face, and he looked about with fresh eyes.
And his fresh eyes fell upon a fairly large creature just a ways ahead. It wasn't anything that he'd ever seen in the Meadow before, but he instinctively knew it was dangerous. He halted, hesitated.. sniffed the air carefully. Was it one of the types to chase him if he ran simply out of predatory instinct? Or perhaps he should drop himself and play dead? The thought of lying prone and allowing devastatingly large teeth come at him was not high in his list of ideal endings for a life barely yet lived.
He carefully took a step back as he pondered his options, telling himself it was probably a quiet step. He had no real way of knowing, naturally. Maybe he should get the creature's attention and see how it reacts first, then he could also react based on that. Teeth come at him, he runs. Seemed simple enough. So, he gave a cautious snort, and told himself that it was probably nice and quiet too. The spittle always sprays out that easily. His entire body tensed for flight, just in case, though.