Bear teeth from Teeth.
This image proved invaluable when slogging my through the works of an extravagant taxonomist for The Patriarchal Bear. Long story short, he was probably full of crap.
The taxonomy of this image is a bit eccentric itself; ‘Thalarctos' is the polar bear (normally Ursus maritimus) and ‘Selenarctos' is the Asian Black Bear (normally Ursus thibetanus). Apparently ‘Ursus' encompasses both American Black and Brown Bears. The latter two bears belong to a separate branch known as tremarctines; Tremarctos is still extant (and known as Spectacled Bears) and Arctodus are the extinct deep-faced bears from North America.
The light coming through the high bank windows was beginning to brighten with the dusty blue of early morning as Anushka Ivanov first entered her classroom. This was the only time it was ever truly quiet, absent of voices and the far off thunder of feet, nothing but the groan of a cold wood floor to greet. She stretched the knits from her muscles in the dim light offered by the receding moon, needing nothing more than blue shadows to find her sabre where it hung from a rack.
Septime, prime, quarte, quinte, octave, seconde, sixte, tierce.
The blade whipped through the air with the cool whisper of steel, finding each position with the muscle memory of a task preformed a thousand times. It was as much a part of her as the red of her blood, the black of her hair, the earthy brown of her eyes, and as she swung and parried and slammed back on her heels the shouts of her very first instructor chased after her.
“Oktav , durak! Teper’ prem’yer! U tebya tsement dlya nog!”
Anushka grit her teeth and slashed, sweat running in her eyes, but she fought and fought till her heart was battering against her ribs like a canary in its cage. She dropped her blade with a crash, sank to her knees with a soft cry. Tears followed the salty burn of exhaustion and she hunched, lungs screaming for air, trying to push back a past that would never, not ever, let her forget.
The sun was coming up now, light coming through the windows breaking her back into a wide dark grid. She bent, pressed her brow to the sun warmed floor. Minutes crawled by till she finally collapsed.
Anushka heard the classroom door open sometime later, then close with a quiet click. She shut her eyes and exhaled as she listened to the quiet pad of feet come closer. The girl hardly ever made the floor creak. There was the scuff of a bag and a set of books, probably three (why the girl never carried more or less she never knew), and then the soft movement of air as another body settled down beside her. They lay there for some time, just basking, hanging in that sweet state of semisleep till finally Delilah’s hand sought her own out, fingers twining, and at least for the moment Anushka could let herself forget.
brother bear, i let you down
you trusted me, believed in me and i let you down
nobody ever talks about the time when Disney made a movie where the main character killed the other main character’s mother because of prejudice and misunderstanding
and then he learns how wrong he was
why doesn’t anyone talk about this movie?
You mean the Disney movie that doesn’t focus on romance in the slightest and is entirely about family love and learning about yourself and seeing the error of your ways? That one? That fucking golden movie?
Brother Bear did Family Love better than and before Frozen.
i also may be hungover at 11 at night