Beware of the Rune Bear

I’d heard legends, I’d heard stories, I’d heard warnings, night by night.

“The rune bear will get you”, “you’ve done too much wrong”, “you’re much too far gone.”

Heh.

“But look at these tattoos,” I’d smirk when I’d say, “these protective charms and glyphs charcoaled into my skin.

They’ll protect me day by day. The legends you worship; is this not what they say?”

The tribe people sighed, they shook their head, and surrendered.

‘Their great Rune Bear will not harm me. Their silly bear cannot touch me.’ this is what I thought before she became my abductor.

Little did I know the rune bear watched me all along. It took getting trapped here, within its magic lair for me to hear its runic song. The scenery around was now snowing; though I’d never once seen snow, the symbols floating off of me were glowing, they gave me no where to go.

Tears and screams; this icy blue-escent bear wholly ignored. Instead, deeply, profoundly, violently, yet completely unsoundly; she roared. Judgement for my my tricks, my jokes, lies, and crimes, I was robbed of my voice, now all people hear are the Rune-ish tune of mimes.