Post by Storm on Dec 13, 2008 21:15:40 GMT -5
Kiego
Life's too sweet.
Life's too sweet.
Heavy, clawed paws hit the soft earth with repeating thuds. Ears were swiveled forward in a listening position so narrow in look that it seemed almost impossible they should miss any sound. Sky, sky, sky-blue eyes stared forth, watching the area for any signs of movement. Mr. Bear swung back and forth, strapped to his tail, delicately hitting his haunches as he moved. Thoughts roamed here, there, everywhere in his mind, taking in deeply the life that surrounded him, almost drinking life's juices with supreme pleasure. Teeth were bared, claws unsheathed. This was hunting.
Birdsong echoed across the rocky outcroppings, settling in his ears. By instinct, he swerved toward the sound, Mr. Bear nearly falling off his waving tail. The stuffed creature's black, plastic eyes watched the male cougar as he continued on, nose close to the ground. Scents wafted into his awaiting nostrils, blurring his other senses so that he only relied on smell as he followed the aroma. The mountain creature dodged trees and plants as he padded down the trail, his eyes watching the sky, wispy clouds floating overhead, almost concealing the blue azure with water vapor.
Then, he stopped. His paws hardly made a sound. His gaze was still pointing upward. Mr. Bear rocked back and forth at the sudden halt, a bit of stuffing falling out of a hole in his left paw. The cougar was looking at a rocky mountain face, leading up to a jagged peak, the source of the mouth-watering smell. He slowly stepped forward, testing a huge paw on one of the ledges. It didn't give way. Silently, he pulled his whole body onto it. Then, he climbed. He was cautious, though, for Mr. Bear was sickly scared of heights.
He quickly scrambled to the top, his movements graceful and practiced. When he was close enough to see the top of the peak, he poked his head forward, his narrowed eyes scanning the flat stony place. Above was a falcon nest, made of grey twigs and dead plants. Inside were three perfectly round falcon eggs. But, those didn't grasp his attention. The mother bird was gone and the only thing alive besides himself here was a little mouse, feasting on one of the nest's blades of grass. He watched with direct eyes as the mouse consumed the entire piece of grass and set off to eat another. Then, he pounced.
He soared over the rocks and landed right beside the mouse. It froze, terror showing in its beady eyes. It's mouth was open and it's face said 'Wh-wha?' Before it could even try to escape, the cougar, placed its paw on the tiny creature's tail, preventing it from running to safety. Slowly, so slowly the horrible, evil mountain lion lowered his face to the mouse, eyes impassive. The tiny being was terrified. This was it. This was how it's poor, puny life was going to end. Then, something happened. The cougar's maw spread into a wild grin and he spoke, "Hi!"
The mouse couldn't help it. He fainted on the spot, small body falling over. Kiego watched with confusion and sorrow leaking into his blue eyes. Aw! He hadn't wanted to scare the little fellow! He wanted to have fun. Speak to it. Play a game. "What should I do?" he asked Mr. Bear grimly. The plushy seemed to give a little shrug then spoke to him in which he replied, "I know. But, I only wanted to speak to the guy." Mr. Bear responded and, suddenly, Kiego became defensive. "I was not going to eat him! How could you say that?" Mr. Bear muttered something under his breath. "I said I was sorry! I didn't mean to try to eat you, Mr. Bear! I was just so hungry... I thought I was going insane." Mr. Bear shouted a rebuttal. "Hey! You've no right to call me crazy! You're the talking toy!"
