08-20-2016, 07:47 PM
It is not that they have lived a sheltered life (lives?) thus far; Scalped has made sure they are as much aware of the pitfalls of life as they are the endless joys that can be had too. But holy hairs on Coyote’s tail! They’ve never laid eyes upon a blind bear before! This is entirely new to them and Spear’s mouth gapes open as Spark tries not to stare too much. They are more in awe than they are in fear of him; he should be scary by all rights, and their instincts should be screaming at them to turn tail and run, but neither of them do so. They are so thoroughly fascinated by the blind bear that they are surprised they can even understand him as he starts to talk and explain himself.
The bear says they can come closer, that he isn’t a true bear at all which intrigues them greatly. If he is not a true bear, then what is he? Each of them has a black eye that rolls toward the other, his right meets her left and they share a look between them before turning their mismatched eyes (the opposite eyes are red, like their father’s signature eyes are - they bear his mark upon them well, signaling that they are children of Offspring and the Tundra) to the bear fully. The bear lays down, appears rather unthreatening to them and they are sorely tempted to go over and poke and prod him with their noses - they’re curious, after all. But they refrain from doing so just yet and turn to regard their rather silent comrade; this is a first for them too, encountering the deaf.
He grins at them and they cannot help but grin back; grins are completely infectious, except for the bear - his grins are a little more toothy than any of them probably care for, except maybe Spear who is utterly fearless (or is that reckless? Spark thinks it is the latter actually). The twins watch as the stallion bravely steps closer to the bear and seems to sniff just below his ear, and they can imagine why - is the bear truly a friend or is he secretly a foe? Then the stallion just up and laid down right beside the bear like they were brothers or something! The twins shared another look between them, anything was possible these days as their eyes never leave the bear and the stallion, an odd pair to be sure…
“We are Spear and Spark,” they say in unison, which is a rarity for them despite the fact that they are indeed twins. They are careful to talk slow and enunciate each word clearly, as they’ve begun to suspect that something is off about the stallion, like he’s deaf since he hasn’t really responded to anything the bear has said. “You are the first talking bear not-bear that we’ve met,” Spark says, as Spear slips a little closer and she trails him, her nose almost pressed against his hip. “And you are altogether too quiet,” Spear says to the painted stallion. They are close enough to sniff about the bear’s head, and the stallion’s too. Their noses are whiskery and soft as every foal’s nose is likely to be; the bear smells woodsy and foreign to them, but also not entirely like a bear… he smells a little like a horse too.
“You said you can shift shape,” Spear asks that question that is burning just as brightly in his sister’s mind as it is in his. “Does that mean you are something other than a bear?” The twins think they know what he meant by that - he is bear and he is horse, because that is the other thread of scent that is so strongly woven about him that they cannot deny he is one of those clever shifters that can change their shape, kind of like their coyote-cousin Woodrow who often visits them in coyote-form. Still, the twins are thrilled! They have met a blind bear and a deaf stallion all in one day! Coyote be damned, no one could ever believe this! Eventually, Spear goes to lay in the dirt on the bear’s other side and Spark settles in next to the buckskin tobiano stallion.
The bear says they can come closer, that he isn’t a true bear at all which intrigues them greatly. If he is not a true bear, then what is he? Each of them has a black eye that rolls toward the other, his right meets her left and they share a look between them before turning their mismatched eyes (the opposite eyes are red, like their father’s signature eyes are - they bear his mark upon them well, signaling that they are children of Offspring and the Tundra) to the bear fully. The bear lays down, appears rather unthreatening to them and they are sorely tempted to go over and poke and prod him with their noses - they’re curious, after all. But they refrain from doing so just yet and turn to regard their rather silent comrade; this is a first for them too, encountering the deaf.
He grins at them and they cannot help but grin back; grins are completely infectious, except for the bear - his grins are a little more toothy than any of them probably care for, except maybe Spear who is utterly fearless (or is that reckless? Spark thinks it is the latter actually). The twins watch as the stallion bravely steps closer to the bear and seems to sniff just below his ear, and they can imagine why - is the bear truly a friend or is he secretly a foe? Then the stallion just up and laid down right beside the bear like they were brothers or something! The twins shared another look between them, anything was possible these days as their eyes never leave the bear and the stallion, an odd pair to be sure…
“We are Spear and Spark,” they say in unison, which is a rarity for them despite the fact that they are indeed twins. They are careful to talk slow and enunciate each word clearly, as they’ve begun to suspect that something is off about the stallion, like he’s deaf since he hasn’t really responded to anything the bear has said. “You are the first talking bear not-bear that we’ve met,” Spark says, as Spear slips a little closer and she trails him, her nose almost pressed against his hip. “And you are altogether too quiet,” Spear says to the painted stallion. They are close enough to sniff about the bear’s head, and the stallion’s too. Their noses are whiskery and soft as every foal’s nose is likely to be; the bear smells woodsy and foreign to them, but also not entirely like a bear… he smells a little like a horse too.
“You said you can shift shape,” Spear asks that question that is burning just as brightly in his sister’s mind as it is in his. “Does that mean you are something other than a bear?” The twins think they know what he meant by that - he is bear and he is horse, because that is the other thread of scent that is so strongly woven about him that they cannot deny he is one of those clever shifters that can change their shape, kind of like their coyote-cousin Woodrow who often visits them in coyote-form. Still, the twins are thrilled! They have met a blind bear and a deaf stallion all in one day! Coyote be damned, no one could ever believe this! Eventually, Spear goes to lay in the dirt on the bear’s other side and Spark settles in next to the buckskin tobiano stallion.