Hunting the Bear

Hunger pangs his stomach and head, making decisions was difficult. He wants to stay and kill the bear to secure the a large source of food but would have to risk his life. He wants to leave to save his life and bullets but would remain hungry. Secure his food at the risk of his life and vice versa.

Hunger pangs his body and soul once more. He finally makes a decision.

He chose to stay and hunt the bear but in a different way. He shifted the pistol to his non-dominate hand and cupped his hand to his mouth. He started to collect spores into a small ball. Once it got too big for his one hand he put down the pistol right in front of him on the side, the muzzle aimed to the right.

Once he made the ball that fit in the palm of both hands he started to add more spores, compressing it into a smaller ball, more tightly packed. Once he got it to his desired size he stopped adding spores and held it up to his eyes to admire his work. He tossed the compressed ball of spore in the air and to each hand as though he was playing with a tennis ball. He would create more but had no means to carry them.

He then picked up the gun with his non-dominate hand and kept the ball of spores in his dominate one. He then crept towards the still roaring bear on its hind legs, waving its head as though its hair was on fire. He crept slowly towards the bear like how a hungry predator stalks it prey. He creeps slowly at first but as he grows closer so does he in speed. He gets back into his original spot and ready himself.

He stands up to get a better aim to throw the ball. The bear notices him and turns its attention toward him, it gets back on for legs and starts running at him. Titania steels his courage as death approaches on four legs.

He throws the ball of spores at the face of the bear. Once it made contact with the bear the ball exploded, aerating the spores. The spores then hung in the air surrounding the bears head as though an helmet of protection.

The bear, surprised from what happened stopped in its tracks and looked around as the spores filled the air, this was its fatal mistake. The bear took a whiff of the spores and started its own doom. The bear started to wave its head so though to shake off the , but still remains in the fumes of the spores! Then the bear opened its mouth and started to gagging as though it might purge the illness but nothing comes out! The bear realizing its impending doom lets out primitive wails, mourning its own death. It had given up on killing Titania and strives to survive.

It tries to turn around and flee but when it does one of its forelegs has given. No, its body wouldn't betray its owner during such a dangerous moment, the leg got caught in the river's current and lost its placement. And the cloud of spores still lingers in the air, embracing the bears as though a hug from its mother.

The bears breath started to turn rigid and starts to hang its head low, its death imminent. Finally the infection has taken a hold on the bear's body. The fur warming its body started to fall off of its body in abundant amounts, showing its wrinkled pink flesh untouched by the elements of nature. Now the bear's throat started choking in on itself, as though a snake constricts its airway.

Looking at what the ball of spores was doing, calling it a gas grenade would be more bettered named.

Now the bear falls over into the river, few bubbles emerge from the bear. They rise to the surface and hover for a moment before popping. The bear dies and the cloud of spores still hover above it as though the angel of death claiming a soul.

When Titania saw the bear stop resisting he cried with joy on the inside as hunger eats at his own body movements. He glances quickly into the sky and sees the sun. It has about a quarter of life left before the moon makes its debut, sending the sun back home to rest.

Now Titania goes into the river to collect the hairless bear as it is food for several days and nights, enough to make him sleep with a full belly, a commodity which he now sees as rare.

As he waddles through the river, his legs slowly becoming numb from the cold water a person watches, the bushes and tree leaves rustle with trepidation for Titania. No not Ajax, for Ajax knew better than to make such a noise so close to the target, no, someone else. Could it be a research member who has to collect data? No, for they are accustomed to controlled environments and temperature.

Yes, a third party comes closer to Titania and their intent unknown.