rawr rawr ima bear

[bearnecessities]

Date & Time: 9/8, late afternoon
Location: Out in the woods
Characters: Belle and yoooouuuuuu!
Summary: Just a girl rolling around in grass. Totes normal.
Warnings: Bad attitudes, probably.

[Belle has found herself out beyond the borders of the city more often than not lately. It's simply habit at this point, first when living with the prince and then taking over the ruined castle once he had departed. Even travel with her sisters had kept them out of sight of most villages in Camwood.

She lounges in the grass, a small fire built close to her while a rabbit roasts over it. Part of her wishes that she could have caught the thing the other way, with the help of the beast. It's been awhile since she's run free, but not now. Not yet.

Hunting as a human is still strange for her. Picking up her bow, she strings an arrow and points it towards the sky, humming softly under breath.]

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[gorillawarfare]

[ Marco wasn't really doing much out in the woods. Typically he was more of a lazy-boy and Mountain Dew kind of guy. But here, otherwise known as the torturous dimensions of hell, there were neither. So out to the woods to whittle he did go.

Marco is holding what looks like about half a finished recorder (yeah, the annoying flute kind) when he A. smells food and B. sees the back of a pretty girl.

Perhaps it's a sign that he should stop. ]

Smells good.

[whatsupcroc]

[ Collette tends to take to viewing the area on foot -- or better put, on paw. Flying is dangerous out where she's seen people using bow and arrow, just enough cover in the woods to highlight the fact she's one of the few things flying up above it.

Which meant when she wasn't working with Barnaby, checking up on her new friends, or properly bouncing around in her chair, she was exploring on four feet.

One lone coyote out around Exsilium was worth noticing for the sheer lack of non-human life in general. Collette had been taking care to keep herself out of the way, treading extra careful once she was out in what passed for nature in this weird, singular future. Peeta had been enough warning for that, listening to what he said when he'd been out here.

She keeps her stopwatch with her, getting more and more used to figuring out the knobs with paws and talons and claws. Two hours as a limit she could keep track of on her own now, and did all the time. Her watch only worked in hours, and each time she started it there was a weird gap she almost thought was like freezing everything, but she wasn't sure.

What she was sure of was her own nose. Someone was cooking something on a fire.

Huh. Not just something. Collette slowed down, moving quietly along through the forest. Cooking rabbit, if she trusted the coyote's nose. When she caught sight of what's out in one of these small meadows, she stops, keeping back in the trees and bushes. That bow makes her doubly glad she's on foot today.

Would it be better or worse to call out in a mental hello? She's still not sure, particularly with her time winding down. What, she had around half an hour left right now, didn't she?

Keeping herself hidden, she let out a low whine. There! That was -- an idea, at least. ]

[draconic_historian]

[Just as she points her bow upwards, something big soars right over at treetop height. Belle catches wings, scales, claws, and a brief moment of a reptillian, yellow eye staring at her.]

[shutupmerlin]

[ With things like toasters and sorceress out to get him back in town, Arthur makes a habit of making his way out into the forest fairly often. It reminds him of Camelot, of home, and even with all the luxuries Exsilium provides, like toilets, he still prefers a night or two out in the wood on occasion.

On one such venture is when he finds Belle, pauses for a moment as he collects firewood to give a soft snort at her pointing the bow and arrow up at the sky. ]

You should be careful with that. What comes up must come down.