Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, vision cleared, ambition inspired, and success achieved.-Helen Keller.
The icy peaks of Winterspring glistened, a frail blizzard soften the earth once more, and the nature in such beauty could never be so tamed. Snow covered pines covered the crusty hillside, leading a narrow trail in the brush towards a hidden grove. Beauty is never an easy word to use on such a deadly beast. Claws and canines in the shape as daggers, fur as white as the ice before him. The gigantic bear huffed out air and sniffed the scent of a lone frostsaber. Taim Icehorn had his chance now to shoot his arrows at the beast, but patience was the hunter's key in catching its prey. He signaled his saber- a quite large striped frost tiger with huge teeth showing out of its large mouth- from the bush behind the large bear. Kaldor peered in through the slick bushes, eyeing Ursius's head, small but heavily coated in fur. He stalked cautiously, even the slightest crack or thump would trigger the bear's eyes to turn his direction. Kaldor slowly one step from another to reach the point in where his front paws were directly only a foot from the bear's claws.
"Be still." Whispered the tauren softly. Taim narrowed his arrow down, angling a perfect line to shoot. Ursius stood still, picking at his ears to smell an unfamiliar scent. He let out a loud snort, puffing out a powder of snow from his lips. Kaldor froze at the bear's puff, as it would be a sign of a charge. Taim let go of his arrow, of which made a quick hsssss! Sound out towards the large bear. The arrow landed straight onto Ursius's left shoulder right near his small invisible ears. Kaldor dashed out at Ursius, biting ferociously at the bear's right flank. Taim pulled out another arrow but froze as Ursius kicked Kaldor aside and charged straight at him. The hunter quickly narrowed his arrow at a quick angle but the bear clawed at the bow, knocking it out of his palms. Kaldor shook himself out of a dazed feeling and hasted himself towards Taim. Ursius pummled the tauren over and over into the hard pine brush. Taim felt himself being ripped apart by the bear but felt his hand feel a sharp point, an arrow. He kicked hard with his hoof at Ursius's rib cage, making him stunned for a second. He quickly pulled out the arrow as the bear charged once again in a flurry of rage, finally gouging the arrow into the bear's heart. The bear went limp, landing on the bloodied snow.
"That was close."
Kaldor snarled at the bear corpse, then looked up at Taim.
Are you ever so sure? There feels to be a still beating in the ground.
Taim looked at the cat in confusion, then knelt down beside Kaldor to feel a slight thumping."That's strange…Oh no…" he paused, "Scourge.."
Kaldor scented the air to smell an aroma of decay.
"We need to go now!" snapped out the hunter, rising quickly to his feet.
Kaldor lowered himself to let Taim upon his back, then with a slight kick he dashed towards the Hidden Grove.