Ferald and Meany

His name is Meany, and he's a friend to no one. Once, in a distant part of Woodzley, lived a docile and noble grizzly bear. Never should have he drank from a puddle of tainted water--that was surged with a portion of spoiled blueberries and a hint of magic. This liquid that does not evaporate nor freeze, has now and forevermore altered him. His brown fur turned as black as coal, his blue eyes serve as a beacon of evil. Where nobility once stood, now lies a vicious persona of his former self...who only lives to destroy. Ferald has met his enemy and he is BIG! Those claws on his paws can cut through steel. He is feared by all. Do not let him see you, if he does, you better RUN...and you better not get caught!

A thunderous growl echoes throughout Woodzley like a scream from a mountain peak. Ferald is baffled by which direction the familiar sound is coming from. But he knows all too well who's behind that growl. Ferald passes by a tall grove of bushes, each twig that he steps on has him jumping like a frog. He is on full alert, and he knows that Meany could be present around any tree and down any dirt road. There's a patch of arable land that seems clear of danger from his sight ahead. The sunlight hits Ferald's eyes, he shades them with his hand, he can barely see in front of him, as he lowers his head slightly. When he looks up his eyes meet Meany's--and then the chase is on!