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disneysmooch:
Crisp, cold air greeted The Young Prince as he awoke from his slumber. Resting deep inside his den, which he and The Great Prince shared, he had managed to avoid the bitter chill of the Old North Wind and keep dry. Last night, when the moon rose to its highest point, a bank of dark clouds rolled overhead, blanketing the forest below with snow. The wood was covered in a sheet of crystally white powder. It glimmered in the morning light, catching Bambi’s bewildered golden eyes. Fresh, glittering morning skift, accompanied by the sun, meant the forest would steam and create a warm mist. He supposed the sun would eventually melt the snow, but it wouldn’t be until later that day.
It wasn’t often that this part of the thicket received snowfall, perhaps only a few times a year, so it was a special treat for Bambi to take a stroll through it. The two Princes, his father and himself, were responsible for keeping the forest and all of its inhabitants safe. His father had already awoken before the dawn, the depression of his soft leafy bed looking rather empty. Standing up on his long sleek legs, Bambi stepped out from underneath the giant fallen evergreen, readying himself for his early morning trek with a sleepy stretch.
He’d first stop for a drink at his favorite pool which resided at the base of a large weeping willow tree. It was usually a good idea to get a nice, long drink before visiting any other part of the wood. Through the long frost-laden grass he walked, ears always staying alert for any sound that may arise around him. His eyes sparkled at the majesty of the wintery wood, the sheer beauty of the seasons inspiring him. The long willow branches slouched from the snow that clung to them. Perhaps it was the dawn’s diamond light that cast a scattered surreal beauty upon the enviornment, the mist creating an ethereal presence.
Stepping into the small icy pool, the Prince dipped his head down and began to drink, taking large gulps from the water’s chilly surface. Fog laid across Bambi’s surroundings, shrouding nearly everything in his vicinity in a cool, gray haze. It wasn’t more than a few moments before Bambi’s ears flicked to the side, sensing a slight sound beyond the mist. Quickly craning his neck upwards, he observes the source of the sound intently. Narrowing his eyes, he peers through the fog, curiously and cautiously approaching the noise. Cloven hooves gently splash in the clear, shallow pool beneath them. He tried to ignore the tingling numbness in his extremities.
After the gray gave way, the clear air revealed a dusty colored wolf laying upon the pool’s bank. Blood turning to ice, Bambi froze, tail tucking between his legs. It seemed the wolf hadn’t noticed him yet. Truthfully, one lone wolf didn’t cause fear for The Young Prince, but it was the potential of more pack members that he really worried about. Oddly, the wolf didn’t even seem to be drinking, or looking for prey, it just sat there upon its belly like it was in pain. Curiosity piqued inside Bambi’s mind, but he didn’t trust his initial empathy, as all of his learned logic would suggest that running would be safest option. Backing up slowly, the young buck didn’t dare take his eyes off the canid. Accidentally stepping upon an ice-covered stone, his back foot slipped out from underneath him. Down he went into the frosty water, making a large splash that obviously echoed around the small glade. He sat there on his large brown rump, legs foolishly splayed before him. Freezing in place, the deer feared that the wolf would attack, and he could only stare in terror– awaiting any kind of movement that would signal the Prince to turn tail and flee.
The splash startled him from his troubled thoughts, jolting him to sit up straight with amber eyes wide. Prior to this, he had been simply lost in his own burdened head that he must have missed newfound scents & now apparently had company. In an unfamiliar territory, it was good reason to be on alert.
Fur is bristled as the wolfdog looks into the direction the splash sounded from, only to spot a BUCK sitting in the stream looking terrified at him. Oh ------ of course, wildlife out here probably mistook him as a t h r e a t . Quickly, Balto makes the decision to clear that up right away.
❝ Ah--- don’t be scared. I’m not gonna hurt you, ❞ he tries, hoping he sounded believable despite his hoarse voice & saddened tone. While he spoke the truth, it was natural for just about EVERYONE to recoil against the mere sight of him. Standing up on his four paws now, Balto makes the effort to take a few steps back away from the stream. Maybe, the deer would simply rather drink in peace ; feeling secure. A paw gestures at the water. ❝ See? I’ll just . . . be on my way. ❞
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In her exhaustion, the red husky did not hear Balto, but she still felt that somehow…he was here in this cave. She sighed as she curled up into a ball, her tail over her nose, trying to entrap the remaining heat she had left. Maybe that was why she felt like she could rest here…for a while. Balto had to be close, had to be alive.
He sat a decent distance away, wondering what to do. She looked exhausted . . . she must have TRAVELED all this way on her own. What for? It was already TOO LATE, he knew --------- this is why he hadn’t bothered to return to that village. & yet, she was here. There was no denying that. Balto’s heart is u n s t e a d y in his chest ; he can’t just sit still.
Wandering closer, a large paw gently prods at Jenna with the effort to get her attention as he spoke her name a second time. She should rest a bit deeper in this cave, anyway.
lctmebesurprised:
“I’m not angel material at all. First off-”
“-I’m not even a virgin.”
❝ That so? ❞ That makes one of them. Balto didn’t know how to feel about it.
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LONG SIGH escaped her as she nearly rolled her eyes. They got around halfway there before she managed to stop herself. Tail was restless behind her, not so much out of agitation as it was just a TIREDNESS that never seemed to leave her bones. “Welcome to New York City, Cujo.” A dry greeting, moving to lie at the edge of the dumpster, front paws just c u r l i n g over the lip. Green eyes flickered over his appearance, taking him in more fully. Husky? Husky mixed with German Shepherd? Certainly he wasn’t a wolf, though it would be a lie to say he didn’t appear as such. “People in this town just don’t fall for the dog face like some other areas. Though it doesn’t help you’re so massive. Genes certainly didn’t put you on the small and cute side, huh?”
LOOKS was one of the things Balto lacked confidence in, but the cat’s comment didn’t ruffle his fur. This was something he was used to hearing by now ------ “cute” & “small“ were not words used to describe himself, & he’d never pretend that wasn’t the case. A slight bitterness was always set within his chest towards THAT side of his family nevertheless . . . but he has no need to express any of this to the stray feline who decided to strike up a conversation with the wolfdog. ❝ I mostly stay to myself ; take what’s thrown out since it’d just go to waste, ❞ Balto says simply as he sits down. ❝ Sometimes though, I can go a few nights without eating. ❞
Balto and Jenna <3
Happy late Valentine’s Day!
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With a tiny breath of relief, Perdita relaxes a tad and smiles. She was glad to know she wasn’t imposing on him.
“Of course…! I’d love that, sometimes the better paths are the ones less tread upon. Where shall we go first, Balto?”
Excitement ebbed at her voice, the pleasant tone that her words carried only inspired her avid curiosity more. Eagerly trotting forwards, she turned her head to watch the wild looking dog follow her. Inside she had always craved adventure, but as a delicate pet in a classy neighborhood she was forced to sit still and look pretty.
Now that she was on vacation here in this new territory, Perdita’s senses ran wild with interest, and Balto only piqued her curiosity farther. Was he avoiding the dogs on main street as well? Perdi pondered the thought internally as she walked along the soft powdery snow. Her pink pawpads began to tingle with numbness. The Dalmatian shook her short coarse coat, trying to ‘shake off’ the cold feeling. She didn’t want to have to go inside just because she was a 'skinny dame who couldn’t handle the cold’.
He hardly expected his day to go like this when he woke up on the boat this morning. Balto was used to entertaining A GOOSE & POLAR BEARS. Dogs? Now, this was something he hardly had a chance for. A reliance on charm might be the only way to go here. Besides, he liked the sound of her eagerness --------- it only showed that she wasn’t as dainty as her appearance gave the impression of.
❝ Not too cold, are you? ❞ It’s said in a tease rather than with concern, for the way she bounced on her paws proved she was more than ready. A soft smirk settles upon Balto’s face as he turns from her, then nodding into that general direction. ❝ C’mon . . . the sun will set soon, & I know the BEST place to watch it against the entire village. After that, I’ll show you some other things. ❞ That sounded like a perfect start to an evening, right?
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“Balto–you have to come see this!” It was still fairly early in the morning, a natural behaviour for this lombax. Although, Meredith rarely ever interrupted the wolf’s sleep, but the circumstances were anything but ordinary.
“They arrested Mayor Lionheart, and the ZPD had a press conference… it’s… not good.”
Tired eyes flickered open at her urgency, in which large paws move to rub as he sits up from the couch. This is where he slept, but even so, Meredith was quite quiet in the mornings ( at least until it was time for her to prepare for work ). At her second statement, Balto realizes just how SERIOUS this must be. Attention turns to her as he finds himself waking up in seconds.
❝ Wait . . . the Mayor was---? ❞ There’s no need to finish his question however as he shakes his head in disbelief. ❝ What happened? What did they say at the press conference? ❞
@makochosen liked for a starter.
He hadn’t meant to stare, but Balto couldn’t help it. Amber eyes watched the person nearby eating . . . something. Whatever it was, it smelt DELICIOUS. It brought a long, agonizing growl to the wolfdog’s stomach. However, it’s not like he wasn’t used to going to bed hungry every now & then.
@disneysmooch gets a plotted starter ( for Bambi ).
The blizzard had finally subsided & therefore his world was no longer blinded by tempered snow. Since he had fallen off that cliff, he had wandered to the nearest shelter which wasn’t much ( just a fallen log that he stumbled upon ). Once it had passed, he trekked deeper into the forest to find something to eat as well as fresh water to drink. The chilling BITE of the snow trailed him & left his nose dry, but that wasn’t what got to Balto.
He could feel his body beginning to weigh himself down as he wandered closer to a water bank he spotted from afar. It could be taken as nothing more but EXHAUSTION after all that he had been through with the lack of subsistence, but it was a MENTAL WEIGHT that drew him down onto his stomach. Tongue barely reaches to graze the surface of the crisp stream, but after his thirst is quenched, the wolfdog simply curled up.
In his mind’s eye, all he saw was shattered glass of fragile medicine ; with it, he pictured children ( ROSIE ) gasping for their last breaths. With a paw over his face & muzzle, Balto whimpered softly in his grief. He couldn’t find the will to get back up now.
I usually don’t do fan art but I watched “Balto” this Thanksgiving morning. I remembered how much I loved this movie when I was child. I’m glad that I still enjoy it just as much as I did back then.