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Post by Ember on Apr 16, 2010 6:11:57 GMT -5
Eikane hummed a song as he leaned against Eikask by the river. He watched the water flow past, towards the waterfall that Selenitas was known for. It was a surprisingly nice night given the weather recently and he was disappointed that he was on his own. Some company would have been nice. Napping gold whers weren’t so good at that. Nocturne was nowhere to be seen either. In truth, that didn’t surprise the Harper much. His blue salamandyr divided his time between the night and day and he seemed to prefer late night to midday to be active. Perhaps this was because it was cooler at those time. Either way still had the ‘mandyr absent.
He leaned forward slightly and stretched upwards. When he went to lean on Eikask again he found his support gone. He hadn’t even noticed her wake up, never mind move. Sneaky girl. She rumbled low and he blinked. What was…okay, stupid question. He’d been aware of her change in behaviour recently and he knew what it meant. Any Harper worth his knots knew how to find information. He’d done just that to find a relative estimate of when she might Run and she was within the average age range for a first time. The waves of lust coming through their bond eliminated any lingering doubt and he leaned away from the gold as if he could diminish the lust that way. A two letter difference in their names meant they were very close.
Eikask felt the irresistible urge to run and never let others catch up to her. First, though, she needed some males to leave in the dust. She walked towards the water fall and the canyon, ignoring her stumbles. She could hardly put the males in their place if she was bumbling about in the dark. It was a little known fact (Hers had suggested saving it as a surprise to amaze everyone) that Eikask was a very skilled glider. She’d discovered the fact that whers could glide from Hers and she’d immediately gone out and tried it, much to Hers’ dismay. Leaping off tall objects had seemed dangerous to him but she’d known she could do it. She was the best queen on Pern, after all. The future Senior Queen of the weyr had to be capable of at least that much.
When she reached the edge of the cliff she let out a primal howl filled with lust and need. And anger. Didn’t her males know they were already late? She wouldn’t wait long for them at all! One so amazing as her should not have to wait for her males to reveal themselves. Her human part was equally demanding of his males. The Harper’s usual patience was completely obliterated by Eikask’s lust and he crossed his arms and tapped his foot. Hurry up, golds didn’t have all day to wait for silly males and Eikane wanted to run!
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Post by rii on Apr 16, 2010 8:49:20 GMT -5
"What has you so intent.."
Quintrell glanced back at his wher, who had yet to move more than a few feet that night. The dark brown was poised over a small rock cropping that overlooked the river and falls. The eerie motionless quality to his stance, the way his wings were slightly arched away from his body, and his long neck was curved downward.. the imagery of a stone gargoyle was complete with Quintresk's black claws curling over the rounded edge of the boulder.
"I thought you wanted to go work on that patrol path." Not tonight. Quintrell frowned, his eyes flicking toward the cliffs with a touch of worry. Tonight there was something more important to do. "You and Dmisk have been obsessing over this for the past sevenday or more.." Definite concern in the tone. Quintresk's tail gave a little flick as he broke from his vigilant watch. He slide down off the rocks, claws scraping as he made one final leap to close the rest of the distance. The thief was hot on his trail, quick for a little human was his. "Tresk. Where are you –"
But he knew. And when the howl pierced through the air, the bond between them hummed with an intensity that made the blond thief pause in his pursuit. The brown was gone in the next moment, padding swiftly with his long limbs in a graceful lope. He said nothing as he came up to where the glowing queen waited impatiently for her chasers. His head bowed to her, the way Quintresk's angled his body to display his impressive length, body alone matching a bronze (in length, not bulk) and with his long whip-like tail he surpassed them. His dark hide of dark rich brown and burgundy striping serving to compliment and intensify her lovely glow in comparison. His head turned, spikes protruding from along his neck as he patiently waited for her – as he always had been. This would be the beginning for a new generations of whers..
Lagging behind, Quintrell moved at a sullen pace as if his limbs were weighed down and he was fighting off the ghostly chain that pulled him toward the gold handler. Softly he whined to himself, vainly trying to fight off Quintresk's influence. "But.. Eikane's a guy."
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Rowana
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Post by Rowana on Apr 16, 2010 12:58:45 GMT -5
Roivao leaned against the tree and looked up at the night. The stars twinkled back at him as his mind drifted to times past. His heart yearned for the sky, but he would never fly again. The stars and clouds were no longer his playmates. Someday, perhaps, he would have the strength to ride again. Maybe Sel'n would take him on Kaaoloth. He rubbed his hand over Roisk's back for comfort. It would not be today. Tiida's growing depression over her lost mate had reopened old wounds that would never fully heal. He sighed deeply.
"Maybe I'm fooling myself," he whispered absently. Tiida, curled his lap, cried mournfully before going back to sleep. She didn't do much else these days. He was going to have to find some way to cheer her up before she starved herself. Roi's hand dropped as the body supporting it slipped silently away. "Roisk?" He looked up sharply. The bright, bronze color was easy to see. Roisk was moving away, towards the river. "What is it?" He didn't need the answer. Eikask's announcement was loud and clear.
Roisk had been waiting for this night for a long time. He knew Eikask was close and he knew he would chase her. It was only right and proper that he do so. He trotted up behind her, standing tall and firm. He wasn't one to show off, but there was no denying that he was large for his color. He growled low and nodded his head in respect. He would chase her to the bitter end should she wish it! Quintresk also got a brief glance of approval. Roisk was glad he had come. All the males should come to see the glory of the queen.
Tiida clung to Roivao's ear as he ran. Not go! she wailed angrily. Shinies go way! Tiida keep Precious! She was furious with Roisk for having any sort of hold over her Precious. It wasn't fair! Never mind that she took over when she had run. It still wasn't right. Roi laid a hand on her, trying to keep her quiet as he came up behind Quintrell. He still had a little control of his mind, but it was quickly fading. He let Roisk in easily, as he had done many times with Iloth. Fighting it, he knew, was a losing battle. His eyes were on Eikane, patient and waiting.
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Post by Ruby on Apr 16, 2010 14:13:41 GMT -5
Things had gotten much calmer in the Piden household after Red's run. She and Shells still sniped at each other constantly (well, Shells sniped, Red projectile vomited), but at least she occasionally stood up to the Bronze. The sight of him enraged her, of course, but instead of scaring her into a hole, it seemed to make her burst with life. She had well and truly recovered from her shock, and was spending at least a little bit of time with Auran, giving them all a respite. Piden had been busy, too, either with Tira or plotting ways he could spend more time with Tira. Too bad their schedules were so opposite. Dinner dates were hard when one or the other of them was just waking up.
As a result, Piden had been paying almost no attention to Pidesk. The Bronze didn't mind, as long as His was around - he understood that the Beasts took up more of Piden's time than the Handler would like, and that Piden liked Tira in the way that Pidesk liked Yosk. That was simple enough. He would sit with his Handler when he could, or shove his head under the desk for Piden to prop his feet on when Piden was drawing or writing in the dim glow-light. Such was their position now; Piden was on his 15th draft of a quick, casual note inviting Tira to dinner (his breakfast) which he hoped to leave for her tonight, Pidesk was dozing with his head under the desk, Red was curled in Piden's collar, and Shells was dancing across the page, trailing little inky footprints across the struggling script and chanting, Denden and Rahrah kissing in a free, S-E-S-X-I-N-G! over and over again. Good thing Salamandyr voices didn't seem to carry well through stone walls, or Piden's neighbor would have killed himself by now, no question.
So, when Eikask called and Pidesk's head jerked up instinctual, he knocked Piden flat on his back and upset the desk, too, splattering ink on his head. With a whine of dismay, Pidesk nudged his handler upright, trying to remove Piden's shirt with his teeth. Red and Shells cowered in opposite corners, and Piden shouted, "Alright, alright! Who is it, anyway?" while he scrubbed the ink off Pidesk's face with a hand towel. Pidesk just huffed. If His had been paying attention, that would have been obvious. Silly His. Pidesk decided he was clean enough and shoved Piden over again, letting out an odd grating snicker as he forced the door open and streaked up the hall.
Piden straightened and dusted himself off, following his Bronze at a more sedate pace. In his head, he ticked off the females that should be maturing around now - Nautsk, who had already run, Eikask, and Yosk. Piden was betting on Yosk, given Pidesk's reaction, although that call had sounded far too regal for the scaredy little green. Maybe Pidesk had changed his mind, and Golds were to his taste after all? Piden didn't object; Eikane was not an unattractive man, not by a long shot. The gold and the bronze would make a pretty pair, and he and Eikane would, too. Not that Piden was getting ahead of himself or anything.
Pidesk had no such egotism. The Bronze knew he'd be running against the much bigger, sturdier Roisk, and as he approached the gathering, he spotted Quintresk, too. The Brown looked like he was bigger than Pidesk himself, similar build but much longer. Humbled, the sandy-brown Bronze bent a knee to Eikask, offering her the respect she deserved. She shone so beautifully this night, her pale hide almost too bright to look at. Pidesk felt Piden enter Eikane's presence and surrender his control, adding fuel to Pidesk's fire. He fluttered his wings once before pulling them tight against his back, head still bent. He would continue to bow until she acknowledged him - or she ran.
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Post by neeuqtar on Apr 16, 2010 15:25:27 GMT -5
He'd smelled her, felt her, for days now. A gold, a growing gold. There hadn't been a gold that had drawn him so for Turns, since his old mate had died after taking her Clutch to the place where the human-creatures lived in such density. Against his better judgment, he'd been drawn closer and closer to the river and the stink of human-creatures. He paced at the bottom of the cliff in the jungle, mantling and unmantling his wings, over and over. His claws gouged tracks along the half-fallen tree he walked up and down, leaving lighter wood exposed as rotten bark fell to the ground.
He shook his head, shaking his whole body after. The rusted ring around his neck clanked softly, a few links of ancient chain speaking to his old captivity as a watch-wher. The rust stained his dark bronze hide with red-brown trails, but he was far beyond noticing that. Eikask's howl rang out over the jungle, and he reared, snuffling the air. His breath hitched. He could smell her, she was so close -- so close! If she came into the jungle, he would follow. He couldn't -- couldn't -- go so close to the people. But he would follow her through the jungle.
But -- she would not know he was here! Tilting his head back, he howled, starting low, before screaming out his passion to the unforgiving canopy. He would have her, that beautiful gold! She drove him mad, drove him from his hiding places to bring him to her, and he needed her like he needed the night. She had to come!
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Avu
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Post by Avu on Apr 16, 2010 15:38:30 GMT -5
Closer…just a little closer…
A low whine of inarticulate frustration left his throat as the wherry squawked (loudly!) and flapped away again, vanishing somewhere. Multi-faceted eyes whirled in rapid irritation as the small brown wher flapped his wings in displeasure. He was full, even fat, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t have more food! Too bad having a slightly pudgy tummy made hunting so terribly difficult. The wher, brown and darkly colored as to resemble shadows and soil, sat upright, tongue lolling out absently as he considered his next moves. He could sleep, or he could find another wherry, or he could swim, or…
Or, he thought as a howl rose somewhere to his left, or he could find that lovely gold that the howling had just reminded him of, the one who so obviously was going to Run…yes. Yes. That would be a good plan. And maybe after, he’d be tired enough that sleeping would feel really, really good, and then he could eat because Chasing and sleeping always made him hungry…the brown hummed, pleased with himself, and then threw back his head. His mouth snapped open, the young wildling offering, not a howl, but a series of loud barking cries.
Just to be different. Howling really wasn’t too terribly impressive after the first few times.
Following his greeting, the brown broke into a galloping, bouncy pace towards the Weyr. Humans held no fear for him; they were small and squishable, after all. A few squawks alerted him to the fact that he had just passed a wild wherry nest, and the brown mentally marked the spot in his mind. The dark wher finally broke the treeline, and paced, in a show of grace unprecedented for such a round creature as he, towards Eikask and her gathering. Head tilted, he offered a warbling croon that was undeniably compliment and offering mixed into one. She was so lovely (he’d missed her stumbling, thanks to the trees) and she could have him if she wanted~
He might even catch her a wherry, especially if he could find that nest later. After all, he couldn’t possibly eat all of them by himself. Or…well, maybe he could. He’d try to, anyway. Surely he could eat a few wherries all alone! Oh, wait. He shouldn’t be thinking about that when there was a lovely lovely goldling glowing in front of him…the brown crooned again, low in his throat, eyes beginning to contain streaks of dark violet to compliment the bright blue that had been apparent at the thought of food. Om nom, food…
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Post by Rei on Apr 16, 2010 15:53:08 GMT -5
The howl that reverberated through the canyon caught the attention of two whers who where currently circling each other over a fresh kill. The younger of the two was a brown so dark he should rightfully be called black and might have been, if not for the light striping running down his back that caused him to resemble a Terran tiger. This body was heavily muscled and there where numerous scars present on his hide all trophies from run ins with felines. Her swung his head up to sniff the night air and rumbled low in his chest before turning to his opponent and hissing.
The other wher returned the gesture in kind. He was a bronze. Not to much bigger than the dark brown before him. But noticeably older. It was he who ruled this part of the jungle. Scars decorated his mossy bronze hide as well. He may not have been as stunning in coloration as his opponent but he was infinitely smarter. He threw up his head to sniff the air as well and one couldn’t help but note that one of his eyes was completely clouded over. A scar spanning from the top of his head to his jaw. The injury had been dealt as a yearling and yet the had survived. Flourished even. With a feral snarl he suddenly rushed the brown, who barked in surprise at the sudden ferocious attack and retreated. Pawing at the ground below him the bronze crowned his superiority before slinking off back into the dusk.
He would let the brown have the kill. He was after something far more important. The right to mate and further on his genes. With a brassy bugle he responded to the gold. That she was attached to the humans mattered not to him. He wanted her all the same. As the wild bronze came from the underbrush he rumbled to Eikask. Bobbing his head in deference to her clear superiority and offering her a soothing croon. His muscles bunched under scared hide and he turned to present himself to her. The message conveyed through body language was simple. He was experienced, he was strong, he was capable, and his attention and power where hers to command. The male was not stupid. It was she who ruled. The other chasers where given no more attention than was necessary to note their positions. They where not who he had come for. It was the glowing goddess he wanted.
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Post by Requiem on Apr 16, 2010 16:29:08 GMT -5
Leg swung idly back and forth, back and forth, several feet above the ground as the young harper used the light of stolen glows and celestial bodies. He shuffled through scrolls, making markings of his own while mentally touching on Dmisk. Again. Again. No, this was the more accurate one here...the scale wasn't right though. He frowned slightly. Why weren't people more careful about the accuracy of the maps? A new one was forming beneath his fingers, as it had been for some time now - nights, in fact - his silent scout verifying. Men had long since fallen asleep along the curve of abdomen, bored with the lack of attention.
The howl was not unexpected, nor the source. But Dmitri didn't falter. He could feel the mental calculations, the counting of the whers converging and which were known. Which were accepted. Four bronzes, all known, two Selenitas. Two browns, all known again. Only one his brother though. Enough for one gold, or so Dmitri would have thought. When Dmisk made the decision to add himself, Dmitri was never quite sure, but one moment they'd been continuing the careful mapping, and the next he was nudging at Dmisk without response. The harper frowned mildly. Didn't she have enough to chase her? Blues didn't catch golds.
Dmisk slipped silently into the clear land before the cliff, his pale hide more than obvious in the moonlight. Small, but not smallest in comparison to her other males. Sometimes, harperMine, it is more about the chase than the catch. The blue waited among the fringes of the chasers, neither posturing nor scraping. She could send him away if she was offended, though she shouldn't be. He held her in too high regard to believe that she would turn away a suitor for the color of his hide - or be swayed by bowing or the display of muscle.
The young man ignored the stirrings of a now-familiar desire, determined to finish what he'd started. Or at least stow them in such a way as to not lose them when - if - Dmisk overtook him. Men stirred against his abdomen, whining softly, and he stroked a finger down her back to soothe her. Despite himself, a tremble had started up in his hands; the pages rustled as he returned the binding ring to the first of the maps.
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Post by Ember on Apr 16, 2010 17:41:26 GMT -5
Pleased to see her dutiful chasers, was the golden wher. She didn't deign to let them know that though. She watched each of their greetings as they came to pay her the respect she deserved. The first to arrive was her brown clutchbrother and she looked him over as he lowered his head. He was a handsome brown, no doubt. He put some other bronzes to shame with his impressive length. The next to come was their teacher, Roisk. He was a big bronze though he still didn't compete with her length for she was big for her colour too. Still, it might give him an edge.
Pidesk's arrival was met with secret surprise. Oh ho! The green lover! It interested the gold that he showed up though she wasn't displeased. Her green clutchsisters were clearly no match for her. Only one could be the best and that one was Eikask. He knelt on the ground and she let out a pleased rumble. Good little bronze. He knew who was in charge here. The others did too and she encompassed them into the rumble. They hadn't come too late, after all. A feral call from the jungle had the gold swing her head in that direction and she growled. Let those present know that that sort earned her anger. The one who waited there wanted her to come to him? That was not how it worked.
He had to know he'd earned her displeasure. There was clear anger and challenge in the tone of her howl. Stupid male. She was the queen and she was to be chased, not the other way around. Another wild wher made his interest known and her eyes picked up an annoyed colour as a counterpoint to the purple. The new colour faded as the wher came into sight. He was a big beast and she eyed him a little disdainfully. She accepted him into her chasers with a flick of her tail in his direction. She'd judge him more later.
Another wildling appeared and she was quite pleased to see that she had admirers from out of the weyr. These two were smart enough to tell an amazing queen when they heard one. The new bronze's attitude was quite satisfactory and he was accepted too. The last to arrived was possibly the most pleasing and the most odd. Blues simply did not catch golds. She wouldn't choose Dmisk but he was hers and he did well by showing up. He did not present himself as the others did but considering he was naturally quite a cold creature that didn't surprise her.
That looked to be all who would show up close to being on time. She spread her impressive wings and growled low and mockingly. Eikask doubted they could keep up with her. She flung herself off the edge of the cliff and let her wings carry her through the air. Dare they leap after her? Or would they pass through the apartments and meet her at the bottom? She knew where the air currents were but she actively avoided them until she drifted lower. She glanced over her shoulder to see where her males were. They were totally useless if they let that little cliff stop them.
Eikane's eyes scanned the darkness, his lips drawn up slightly in a silent snarl. The first to come was Roivao and he looked at the bronze in more open admiration than his wher did her chasers. The little pest on his ear was less welcome and he growled at her. "Go away, greenpest." The 'he's mine' went unsaid but the thought hovered in the air nonetheless. Another bronze arrived and he smiled almost mockingly at Piden. See, golds were far better than greens. And...that was it? Two males? Eikane growled. Not enough. He felt phantoms of others but if they weren't there they didn't count.
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Ruby
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Post by Ruby on Apr 16, 2010 18:40:36 GMT -5
Pidesk was pleased. It seemed that Eikask approved of his presence, enough to make it known vocally. Well, his and the others'; this run had suddenly gotten far more competitive. For possibly the first time, Pidesk was thankful for his domestic parents - he might have a harder time when there was light around, but being the size of a domestic brown still put him bigger than the normally sized wild browns, about even with the smallest bronzes. Speed might be the deciding factor in Greenruns, but Goldruns were a whole different story, and size was impressive. The blue... well. Pidesk reserved judgment for now. Dmisk could do whatever he wanted.
Despite keeping his head bowed, Pidesk prepared himself. Any second now, they would begin... silence seemed to stretch, the moment expanding in the night, full of tension. Just when Pidesk thought he could no longer stand the suspense, the moment broke, and in a flurry of sounds and movement she was off. Without wasting a second, the smallish Bronze flared his sails, revealing wings as long as Eikask's, if not as wide. Good choice, beautiful Gold; gliding was one of Pidesk's strengths. He flung himself over the cliff without even considering the drop.
While Eikask obviously avoided the air currents, intent on covering ground, Pidesk used them to his advantage. He tilted sideways, allowing one to push him into a quick spiral that strained at his wings. Yes, that had worked nicely, but he realized immediately that he wouldn't be able to do things quite so taxing very often in this run. This was no green, to be caught after just a few minutes of chase. Eikask was in it for the long haul, and Pidesk knew he wasn't the king of stamina. Hopefully she'd seen this move, and the effort hadn't gone to waste. He touched down running, chasing her golden tail into the night.
Piden was confused. There was Eikask's, yes, and Roisk's, but where were the others? Some were wild, and there was nothing to be done about them, but there were other Bonded Whers in the chase. How dare they scorn her? He huffed, his human half much quicker to anger than his Wher half. He wanted to find them, to drag them here, but he wouldn't - couldn't - leave Eikask. She would tell him what to do, wouldn't she?
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Post by rii on Apr 16, 2010 19:15:36 GMT -5
Quintresk's claws dug into the ground as he waited, muscles slowly coiling beneath his dark hide in anticipation. He didn't pay much mind to the arriving chasers other than to gauge his own abilities against theirs. The foreign whers were an unknown factor, but one he would deal with accordingly. And then she was off – flying. The brown wher's eyes, bleeding into a deep violent, narrowed as he sprung forward to the edge.
No gliding for him; his wings were ill-equip to support him in flight. Quintresk instead slipped over the cliff's edge, front legs stretched out to gain purchase on a lower piece of rock. His claws scraped over the surface to leave white markings as his back legs followed smoothly behind his front in a distinctly feline fashion. He didn't linger for long, slender body twist around to find the next lower landing. His long tail flicking and whipping around to aid in his balance as he continued to make the descent look effortless. It would be quicker for him this way, and he didn't want to lose sight of her by taking a longer route.
Touching ground, Quintresk pushed off with his muscled back legs into a run to eat away the ground and catch up to the gliding queen. He could expend the stamina for now. She couldn't fly forever, and he knew she wasn't the most graceful of runners, and he would work that to his advantage...
Apparently he had been looked over. That was alright. Quintrell's eyes were half-lidded and calmly watching Eikane, flicking to the other chasers as they neared the clearing. No expression on the thief's face, and for the moment he didn't care to move closer from his spot off to the side. Not point moving unless Eikane lead them elsewhere. He crouched low to the ground, fingers splaying to touch the dirt as he returned his focus onto the gold handler.
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Avu
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Post by Avu on Apr 16, 2010 19:38:21 GMT -5
Oh, oh, he wasn’t the latest! The thought pleased the little brown wildling, enough that he gave a low noise that vaguely resembled a purr in his throat and bounced on the pads of his feet. Oh, and they were going now. The chubby brown flared his wings, and bounced after Eikask again. It was just his way of moving: Not the graceful smooth pace of some whers, nor the clumsiness of others, no – he bounced, a movement that made him look decidedly more happy than impressive, more like a hatchling (a reflection of his youth, really) than like true competition.
But still, he did fling himself off the cliff in the gold’s wake. His wings flared, wide, stubby membrane-bound bones flailing in an attempt to keep himself in the air, and, more as a matter of pure luck than of actual skill, he managed. A smooth, quick glide after Eikask. That he managed to stay in the air actually startled the brown considerably and it showed: He made a little noise, peeping like a hatchling, and nearly lost his balance purely out of amazement. But the brown didn’t. He flapped his wings, experimentally, and found himself gliding forward again.
How…how amazing.
And then he teetered. A minute later, as the brown continued to experiment with gliding, his wings (just think of all the wherries this new trick would catch him! Just think! No more flying away, no no, they were his for the eating!) failed him. Inexperienced, his tail slid sideways, a malfunctioning rudder, and the brown managed only barely to keep from an alarmed squeak – an ever so dignified, manly squeak, of course – as he tumbled onto the ground. His forepaws hit first, tail and rump still in the air. An older wher might have corrected, then, either pushing back into the air or running, using his momentum for his own benefit.
Unfortunately, the brown was no such wher. He was just out of hatchling-age, and he instinctively dug at the ground with his claws to stop his face from hitting the ground. Which, of course, given that his rump was still very much in motion, did not work out nearly as well as he’d hoped. The brown almost took an embarrassing tumble, managing to correct himself at the last minute. Even so, his speed had been lost and he offered a sad little apologetic noise in his throat. So sorry, goldling one, so sorry…
Oh well! The brown’s eyes brightened rapidly. There was no room, among the vibrant purple-blues, for sadness. He folded his wings along his spine and bolted into a bouncing run again, mouth happily open, tongue lolling. Wasn’t this fun? Such a nice pretty goldling to play Follow the Leader with them!
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Post by neeuqtar on Apr 16, 2010 20:17:29 GMT -5
She was displeased! He could feel it radiating from the cliffs, her displeasure. It was almost enough to make him slink away into the forest in disgrace, but then she leapt from the cliff, her wings spread wide to slow her fall. The bronze's admiration -- and lust -- rose a few marks. With a snarl as others leapt from the cliff, the wher ran up the fallen tree, his claws gouging great strips of the soft wood from the dead trunk. He jumped from the trunk onto a thick bough, racing through the treetop before flinging himself into the air from the jungle side of the river, almost directly over the Infirmary, though he knew it not.
He didn't have the speed nor the wings to carry him entirely across the river. He splashed down near the far edge of the river, and began his Chase parallel to Eikask's Run, a cliff below. With a bellow that echoed in the canyon, the wher jumped up onto a narrow shelf of stone and scrabbled for purchase, climbing higher and higher as he sent stone spinning down into the gap. Panting, he flung himself upwards, catching a dragon's ledge, before finally reaching a path. The bronze barreled past a human-creature, so intent on Eikask that he forgot to fear. With a final snarl of effort, the bronze wher hauled his form up over the lip of the cliff.
She was... she was behind him! He turned, scrabbling for purchase on the dusty ground. He launched himself forward, towards her, heading off the Chase. He was a poor specimen of a wher -- strong, yes, but ugly and scarred from Turns of torment at the hands of Holders. But he could not help himself from Chasing Eikask, despite fear and despite aversion to the smells, and the place. He had to have her. He had to.
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Rei
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Post by Rei on Apr 16, 2010 20:55:16 GMT -5
The wild bronze merely rumbled deep in his chest as the gold voiced her displeasure at the hider. Yes. The stalker should not be so demanding. It was not his right. Muscles tensed as the gold finally moved. The addition after him. in the form of a blue wher, was noted but dismissed. The other chasers ranked as no more than obstacles in his mind. Which was as it should be. To the half blind bronze there was just she. Her glow, her presence was all encompassing. She was the master tonight. He just a blind follower. Her low growl was taken in stride and he gave a soft croon. Her wings where simply stunning and a low hum started in his chest. As Eikask flung herself from the cliff he was juts a few breaths behind.
His wings where not quite as suited to the gliding as the others but he was experienced. Well able to judge the air currents and practiced in how to use them. The minds of the other chasers where brushed as courtesy to avoid any midair collisions. The older bronze was not stupid. He was half blind and so at a disadvantage a bit visually. But he had long since grown used to the handicap and it failed to be a disability to him. The look over her shoulder was noted and he whistled to her in response. No showboating for him yet. If she wanted to be impressed there was plenty of time for that later.
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Post by Requiem on Apr 16, 2010 21:18:43 GMT -5
Dmisk lowered his head ever so slightly, eyes intently watching and muscles visibly bunching along his back. He wasn't entirely oblivious to these others, no...sensing unvoiced disdain quite easily. If anything, it amused him. Larger than the wild browns, almost the size of Pidesk...no he wasn't a noncontender, save it was Eikask. The gold wouldn't allow herself to be caught by a blue. That was the only reason he wasn't competitive, and they would do well to keep their heads. He may not win the gold, but he could still put them to shame, and then where would they be, shown up by a mere blue? His eyes slitted venemously. Only the best for Eikask.
Making note of how many plunged off the cliff after the gold, he waited for the press to clear before unleashing the coiled muscles, springing forward and leaping full off the cliff. And plunging nose first. The blue's wings flared and swept against his sides, increasing the headlong plummet down the face of the cliff. Not so low as to be considered foolish, but still lower than most would have braved, he spread his wings, shaving speed with a wingtip turn to glide almost languidly above the coursing river. He likely could have stayed in the air for longer, but Dmisk preferred the solid ground, and some of Eikask's chasers couldn't glide; it was a safe gamble. His clawed feet struck ground neatly, the male pausing to gauge her position along the riverbank before breaking into an easy loping glide, that queer gait that was particular to Dmisk.
Dmitri was far less graceful. The bottom had suddenly dropped out of his stomach, the harper tumbling from the tree branch in a shower of scrolls. Dementia hissed, shrieking something, but it was lost past the blood rushing in his ears and the ringing in his head. He picked himself up gingerly, noting that...she wasn't here. He. Eikane. Hm. The scrolls were left to fend for themselves as the harper stole towards the glade, emerging not far from Quintrell and pausing there. Eikane. Yes, this was where he was supposed to be.
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