Requiem
Weyrleader S'rei WM M?ta Rider A'nd Harper/Handler Dmitri Weyrbrat Miguel
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Post by Requiem on Nov 30, 2010 22:59:49 GMT -5
The bluehandler actually did have enough grace to look a bit sheepish. He didn't respond to her stupid comment. Dmitri actually wasn't looking for a fight, for once. "You just...I misunderstood." Obviously. It had sounded more like she didn't feel like bothering with Nautic, saying that he wouldn't talk to her anyway. Gnawing on the blade of grass, he turned his eyes upwards. "Well, I assume we're still friends. I haven't seen much of him since his lover's 'mandyr caught Men." And frankly he wasn't sure what he'd find when he did talk to Nautic again. Eikane and Nautic were definitely not liberal by any stretch of the imagination.
He doubted Nautic would hold it against him. They probably did need a period for the greenhandler to get over it, though. Eikane was acting weird, too. Not terribly so. Enough to be noticeable.
A slow smile touched his lips as he continued to stare at the sky. "We should try the salamandyr thing on a night that we're bored. It might be amusing, if nothing else." Not when Dementia was egg-heavy, though. Moody thing. Actually, that might be part of Dmitri's own testiness...nah. He was always a bit sharp, wasn't he? Couldn't blame that on Men. "I can talk to Nautic. Or have Dmisk talk to Nautsk. Or something. We really should get moving on that. Could use the extra bodies."
Dmisk was entirely too content being nuzzled, his curious gaze going to the two handlers when Yosk started exhibiting distress. He nosed her briefly. Not to worry, green sister. His took quite a lot of scaring to run off. See? They seemed just fine. A disagreement or irritation wasn't always bad, as long as it could be worked through.
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Kisha-Ra
Rider Mo?rya Rider Darya Rider K?fuzzi Rider J?on Handler Vivano Handler Yoalla
Happier'n a pig in mud ABOUT WHERBABIES!
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Dec 3, 2010 11:13:04 GMT -5
‘Evidently.’ The word was drawn out as Yoalla reviewed the last few minutes of conversation and wondered how Dmitri had managed to get to the assumption that she wanted to draw battle lines in some imaginary gang war. It must be the heat she decided after several moments’ thought, it made everyone irritable.
‘Well there you go then, that makes you more likely to talk to him than me.’ The greenhandler considered that statement too. ‘Unless they both decide they aren’t specking to you now or something.’ She added with her usual pessimistic view of human relationships. In this case though Yoalla would have actually thought the wher quarter’s very own odd couple would be used to the concept that they wouldn’t be able to remain faithful, since the pair of them had female whers, not to mention the added problems of both handlers owning salamandyrs, for small creatures they certainly had the monopoly on making a big statement with their Runs. Yoalla was just glad that The Devil was still confused about who her mate actually was.
A pained look crossed Yoalla’s face. ‘That might work for you, Dementia’s got a good memory and vocabulary. I’d hate to think what messages The Devil might pass on, or Shells, or… well you get the picture. That’s if we could even get them to pass messages. If we ever do have the wher clique wars I’ll send Lao as my representative.’ The idea of deciphering randomly garbled salamandyr speech was not an appealing one, although it might be interesting to try sometime when everyone had too much time on their hands, if only out of morbid curiosity.
‘We could.’ Yoalla agreed with a decisive nod. ‘Especially now.’ Right now Yoalla would have actually welcomed Yosk’s dam back for another clutch with open arms no matter how irritating she found that superiority complex that all golds seemed to have. Whatever eventually fell out of the invading forces more whers was the way to go. Besides, more hatchlings would bring new and interesting people into the wher quarters. ‘Dmisk and Quintresk should see if they can dominate some more wildlings to help us.’ She added in a mischievous tone, Yoalla rather liked the striped brown that the bonded whers had brought into the night watch, and found the situation mildly amusing.
Well as long as Dmisk’s wasn’t going to run away, Yosk replied with a doubtful look at the two humans (they didn’t seem to be fighting now, how odd). She’d be so upset if she never saw Dmisk again because her handler chased his far away. Maybe it was time to hunt now? The green suggested shifting slightly. Dmisk should come too and bring his. Everyone liked to hunt, didn’t they?
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Requiem
Weyrleader S'rei WM M?ta Rider A'nd Harper/Handler Dmitri Weyrbrat Miguel
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Post by Requiem on Dec 8, 2010 8:33:29 GMT -5
"Hm." The grunt was singularly unhelpful as a means of communication, unless it was simply to highlight how he wasn't interested in pursuing the present topic of conversation. Dmitri didn't really believe that the two would refuse to talk to him entirely. He just anticipated awkwardness. (And why not? Nautic was awkward enough about Dmisk catching Nautsk that first time. Silly holdborn people.)
The harper snorted softly and poked Yoalla in the side. "I meant for fun, not as an actual line of communication. The whers are a better means of communication if we really need it." Especially Dmisk. He had a broad range for his broadcasts and was too precise to be misunderstood, even by someone who wasn't used to interpreting images and the odd emotion the blue threw in to clarify.
"That would be easier if they weren't too busy killing most of the wild ones," Dmitri commented dryly. The blue didn't usually wait to observe the whers that had the audacity to venture into his territory. Runs were slightly different, because bronzes couldn't really resist the draw of a gold and browns were strongly attracted, too. Territory was merely an afterthought in that case. There were ways to enter the territory of other whers if you didn't want to be attacked. Dmisk didn't much appreciate rudeness.
Only partially aware of these thoughts of His, the wher in question was eyeing Yosk with some curiousity. What did that have to do with Yosk and Dmisk? The blue rested his head on his forelimbs. Theirs being silly wasn't enough to keep him from his clutchsister. Didn't she know that? He perked up at the mention of a hunt, though. Oh, they should. He glanced toward His, who returned the look and nodded slightly.
Dmisk stood and stretched slightly. Was his green clutchsister in the mood for anything specific tonight?
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Kisha-Ra
Rider Mo?rya Rider Darya Rider K?fuzzi Rider J?on Handler Vivano Handler Yoalla
Happier'n a pig in mud ABOUT WHERBABIES!
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Dec 17, 2010 14:49:30 GMT -5
Yoalla shrugged one shoulder in response to the wondrous mode of communication Dmitri had chosen. She interpreted the short grunt to mean that the topic was closed, just as well really, she considered, since she had nothing useful to add at this point.
Although it wasn’t a particularly hard poke that landed on her side, it still managed to make Yoalla jump, mostly because she wasn’t expecting it. ‘I thin it might be better if we all just kept speaking to each other, even if we should all decide to hate each other for some reason.’ Not that Yosk was a bad messenger; she beat The Devil two times out of one anyway. It was just… well she wasn’t actually too sure, maybe she’d developed a fear of living without human contact or something, because the greenhandler did feel a rather strange reluctance to lose what contact she had with the other handlers.
Hrrm, Yoalla had conveniently forgotten that part. Most wild whers were either not as survival orientated as the striped brown, or were just naturally offensive. ‘Maybe they could hunt down a few greens to dominate.’ She suggested, feeling slightly bad about suggesting greens were easy targets, if anyone suggested that to her she’d be incensed. ‘Perhaps they could seduce a few into helping us. I think Dmisk should try for another gold though, he seems to have Eikask reasonably enchanted.’ Yoalla even managed to not sound bitter as she said that, in some ways it was amusing that Eikask was as willing to claim Dmisk as the bronzes and browns.
Yosk blinked slowly at Dmisk, as if she couldn’t quite manage to understand what he was saying, which she could, she just couldn’t get her head around the concept that Dmisk might do something wasn’t totally in line with what his chosen wanted. He could probably get away with it because he was handsome enough that his would love him anyway.
Yosk thought the question over as she rose and stretched out her body, then her wings. Felines? They should be able get one or two between them, and theirs could remove those annoying furry skins for them. Felines were tasty…
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Requiem
Weyrleader S'rei WM M?ta Rider A'nd Harper/Handler Dmitri Weyrbrat Miguel
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Post by Requiem on Dec 20, 2010 3:08:44 GMT -5
Dmitri couldn't help the quirky grin he shot at Yoalla. What, was she actually saying she'd rather talk to the other wherhandlers than leave the communication up to the whers? For someone who tried so hard to seem independent, not needing or wanting anyone else, it was an interesting concept indeed. The bluehandler was nice enough not to call her out on it, though. "I hardly meant that they should take over all that pesky talking to one another. It's much more fun to see other people's expressions when I mock them," he stated, grin still in place.
The harper laughed outright at her suggestion. "Sure, Dmisk seems to have this glamour on him, but he's not interested in any of the females but his clutchsisters. And his dam, I suppose. Not that it would likely keep him from gathering a train of hapless admirers...but I don't know about any intentional seduction. I really should ask him what it is he does; he's much better with the ladies than any human I know."
Dmisk didn't get up right away. Instead he stretched right where he was on the ground, tail sweeping back and forth through the grass. He was always up for a good feline hunt, he agreed seriously. The male climbed to his feet and half-curled around Yosk to glance over at His and the other human. Well, weren't they going to get up? Holding everything up lounging about like that.
Dmitri rolled his eyes and climbed to his feet. "I guess we're going hunting." He offered Yoalla a hand up. The bluehandler didn't really care if she accepted it or not, but her reaction was of interest to him if only for observational purposes. The boy liked to have a good read on everyone at all times, particularly the people he worked with; it might come in handy later. Especially if lives were on the line.
Dmisk, satisfied that Theirs wouldn't be trailing too far behind, turned and padded toward the treeline. He waited just long enough to make sure Yosk was coming too before plunging into the jungles. Time to get themselves some good feline meat to fill up on. It never hurt to shed some more feline blood along the borders of the territory, either.
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Kisha-Ra
Rider Mo?rya Rider Darya Rider K?fuzzi Rider J?on Handler Vivano Handler Yoalla
Happier'n a pig in mud ABOUT WHERBABIES!
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Dec 25, 2010 14:39:41 GMT -5
To judge by his expression Dmitri thought he’d noticed some kind of hole in her last statement, but he didn’t seem to be about to tell Yoalla what it was that amused him so much. ‘Of course it is,’ the greenhandler replied blandly, quirking one eyebrow up sardonically, ‘that’s surely the only reason you mock everyone you come across.’ Yoalla managed to keep a perfectly serious face on as she spoke but her eyes sparkled, she found Dmitri’s sharp tongue fairly amusing when she wasn’t the one on the receiving end of it.
Yoalla shrugged elegantly. ‘He was spoiled, all his sisters are pretty, once he was exposed to them what other female could compare?’ Just for a change there wasn’t a hint of sarcasm in Yoalla’s tone, Yosk was beautiful of course, Nautsk was also just adorable, and Eikask was really quite stunning in spite of her mightier-than-thou attitude. ‘He could still wander around and pick up a few admirers. He’s really rather stunning even if he does come with you attached.’ Something from the bluehandler’s last sentence then registered with her. ‘I didn’t think you were that desperate for female company anyway.’ She commented.
‘So it seems.’ The greenhandler agreed, amused, as Yosk gave her a mental poke and inquired as to whether Yoalla still wanted to hunt, and if she was going to actually get up and do so. The greenhandler assumed the reason Dmitri offered her his hand was that he had been politely brought up at some point and hadn’t quite managed to shake it off despite his best (or maybe worst) efforts, nevertheless she took it, a hand was a hand after all, and rose with the effortless grace of someone who had gotten up off the floor a great many times. ‘We’d probably better hurry along if we don’t want them to get too far ahead of us.’ She commented, although she wasn’t really worried.
Once she, too, was satisfied that the humans were moving themselves Yosk turned and trotted out into the trees after her clutchbrother. Time to hunt…
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Requiem
Weyrleader S'rei WM M?ta Rider A'nd Harper/Handler Dmitri Weyrbrat Miguel
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Post by Requiem on Jan 4, 2011 20:00:16 GMT -5
"Who said anything about there just being one reason?" Dmitri returned with a wink. No doubt she'd roll her eyes at the gesture - if not the words - but that was half the fun. "A man gets bored from time to time." Especially when falling into a daily schedule that rarely if ever changed. Fortunately, the wherhandlers were as a whole very interesting people. That wasn't to say that they were all pleasant to be around, of course, but as a source of entertainment? Well, the whers seemed to like the freaks. Or maybe only freaks thought to show up to a wher hatching...
"Mm." A sound of agreement. There was no denying that as far as whers went, the clutch that Yosk and Dmisk both came from had produced some truly handsome whers. A miracle, really. Dmitri had never found them particularly ugly. Nice on the eye, though? No. Not until that wild gold decided to give them this bunch. (Though he suspected that Dmisk's limited interests had more to do with having no interest whatsoever in whers that weren't his siblings. He only bothered to pretend with the younger whers because they were Eikask's and numbers were helpful.)
The bluehandler's attention was snagged by her next comment, eyes narrowing. Should have known. Couldn't keep anything a secret in such close quarters, especially when Piden was involved. Releasing her hand, he moved toward the trees after his wher. "Yeah, well, he doesn't come with strings. Or the normal range of human feelings." That was all Dmitri was prepared to comment on that topic.
The blue settled into an easy lope, his mind settling lightly around Yosk's. Nothing more than gentle nudges to show her where he was in case he ever left her sight for a moment or two. An occasional warning of a log that hadn't been there yesterday, slick wood or leaves, anything of that nature. There was no sign of the felines yet, but they were still rather close to the Weyr. It would actually be a bad sign to encounter any so soon.
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