Meeting Jackie/A Clan Is Born/Meeting Ursus

Up ahead would be the scattered remains of part of the peak of the mountain, an exposed cavern, and a dark and mangled corpse of a large wolf. In the dark of the new moon, a snarl is heard as the shadows coagulate and swirl around the mangled body. Two dark blue eyes glow within the umbra as the legs suddenly start to right themselves with sickening wet pops and clearly audible grinding, followed by the rest of the body. Once the body is whole and intact once more, he stretches and says to himself in a deep rumbling tone “Ah! Free at long last! And a new moon on the same night, how fortuitous.” His stomach roars and churns, beckoning him down the mountain in search of food.

As Ursus travels down the mountain side he notes to himself aloud “A water way? I don’t remember this being here... Mmm I bet food lingers near then.” And vears to the side, towards the water flowing down from the mountain into a small lake. He drinks briefly along the way before continuing down. Out of the corner of his eye he spots a print, as he goes over and inspects it he finds it belongs to a bear. Ursus grumbles “Ugh. Damn it. I’m in the mood for deer or elk, I wouldn’t say no to a goat either... But I suppose at this point I’d eat just about anything.” Suddenly. Nearby a yelp and a roar is heard. Ursus perks up for a moment before booting off after the sounds of distress, albeit none too quick but as fast as he can go. Upon arriving at the scene, an average sized black bear has a mother white fox backed up with her young but walking pups behind her. Ursus’s eyes flare as blue magical energies coalesce and cling to them. His body is wreathed in what appears as black smoke as his claws bite into the ground. A wall of ice blasts up out of the ground, cracking the bear in the jaw and sepperating the foxes from harms way. Ursus barrels forwards and tackles the bear as he’s roughly the same size, and as he bites down upon its head, zapping is heard and burnt flesh reaches the nostrils. The bears writhing knocks Ursus off but he scrambles to his feet and squares off for the bears next move.

The bear lunges, though clumsily from being in a bit of a daze. Ursus side steps and swipes at it’s throat, and as the bear gurgles and writhes, he pounces upon it and bites it’s neck, severing the brain stem. As soon as the bear goes limp he digs into its back. If one were to look close enough they would see Ursus isn’t much more than skin and bone, appearing to have been heavily starved. As he begins to eat, his form finishes regenerating. When he’s had his fill, he calls down the ice wall and tosses the foxes some of the meat and gestures for them to leave. Ursus the washes the blood off in the snow and takes a deep contented breath and smiles as he looks out into the distance.

As Ursus looks out, he sees glimpses of what appears to be a wolf stalking in the shawdows, with a light sigh and a chuckle he rips the bears front legs and shoulders off and tosses them down the hill, not quite in its direction so as to be able to not threaten her. He the retreats a ways and beds into a stone ledge with his back partially to the wolf, but his glowing eyes can still be made out in the darkness peering out calm yet alert.

(Jackie gave me permission to notice her character despite her stealth being on par or higher than the senses of Ursus and that’s why this is not power playing, otherwise it would be.)

Ursus slowly turns back around and says softly with a faint smile “Don’t worry I won’t bite. You find me in a good mood, and I know all too well what it’s like to go hungry, or what hard times are like. Eat as much as you like. They call me Ursüs by the way.” He proceeds to yawn and remains in his place.

“What brings you to these frigid parts of the world? You didn’t free me from my stony prison by any chance did you?”