Requiem
Weyrleader S'rei WM M?ta Rider A'nd Harper/Handler Dmitri Weyrbrat Miguel
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Post by Requiem on Jun 14, 2010 16:46:40 GMT -5
"Why?" Because. "Not a good answer." Tough. Dmitri rolled his eyes, tugging his glove further up to make sure it didn't slide down off his elbow. Dementia was quite happily occupied with her favorite of all occupations...which was to say, attaching herself to his ear and nuzzling him, complete with thunderous croons and wave after wave of looooove. Her newest ploy against the wicked one apparently was to constantly be projecting how much she adored Hers. Dementia was confident that he would eventually see the error of his ways and return to her. Yes.
The blue wher stalked silently forward, either oblivious or uncaring of how clear he was in the night without the shadows of the trees to shroud him, his sky-blue coloring seeming to take on a ghostly gleam. He could sense the stirring runners, the mild quickening of anxiousness that wasn't - quite - fear. As it really shouldn't be, given whers roamed the nights here and had been for at least a turn. Nothing to fear. Other than that instictual fear of any predator, that was. Dmisk's jaws parted slightly in what might have been a wher grin, his becalmed eyes slitting in an almost venemous fashion.
The freakishly tall bluehandler - well, there were taller, but not many, and none younger than his sixteen turns - followed at a sedate pace, his right hand finding his pocket as it often did habitually. He looked nothing if not somewhat bored. They'd had little to deal with over the last couple of sevendays apart from wherlings. No felines in the area, no wild whers, and while Dmisk didn't mind hunting wherries, he was venturing further and further into the wilds to find a challenge. Whether to avoid going soft or because he was - in the part of himself hidden from Dmitri - a vicious monster of a beast, was anyone's guess.
The blue wher stalked around the building, aware of the distinctly bipedal creature sneaking around inside. Sure, he had the smell of Selenitas on him, but not of the night wanderers, and Dmisk was bored enough to decide it was worth investigating. The male slammed through a window, throwing the shutters back hard against the wall, hitting the ground and leaping over the stall completely as the runner inside whinnied in abject fear and reared. Dmisk's leap carried him into the human, pinning him against the ground...oddly with a forepaw beneath the boy's head to prevent him from braining himself. Though whether or not that was mercy was hard to tell when Dmisk's jaws opened above the human's face, a trail of saliva dripping down onto his nose.
Dmitri cursed outside quietly, jogging around to the door instead of attempting the window and the panicking runner. He came in, eyes flashing on Dmisk. "Must you scare the piss out of everyone? He won't hurt you...whoever you are." The blue's head turned toward His, eyes narrowing again. He didn't move off the boy, but also didn't make any further aggressive moves.
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Post by raii on Jun 23, 2010 0:43:10 GMT -5
It was nice out.
Rof'l wasn't usually up at nights--Kamath drained even his energy on a daily basis--but today he had a lot of energy. He had to stop drinking klah at night. True, this was the first time, but he had to remember not to either way. He’d stopped by the kitchens. Food didn’t make him drowsy. He’d spent time sketching the sleeping Kamath and Pinch. He was still too hyper. So it was off to the calming air of the outdoors. A cool nighttime breeze (sometimes) did the trick. He hoped he got tired soon. With lessons, chores, and care of Kamath, there wasn’t any room to miss sleep. Unfortunately, the night’s cold only invigorated him.
So he wandered for a bit longer. He stayed away from the deep woods, of course. It was dark enough that he could stumble right into a wild feline’s jaws. Did they eat people, or just maul them? He wasn’t quite sure on the matter. All the stories he’d been told were exaggerated, he was sure. When he was young, in fact, he’d been told not to leave the Weyr because the felines were as big as gold dragons. He’d been quite young, of course, so he’d believed it. Well, he was still young, and was currently both hyperactive and distractible.
He found himself at the stables when a blue blur launched itself at him. As huge jaws opened over his face and saliva dribbled onto his face, he became panicky. At first, the thoughts of felines came back. Was this a feline? Was he going to eat him? Of course, in his panic, the fact that this “feline” was blue was irrelevant. He closed his eyes, his thoughts turning to Kamath, and then Pinch, as they woke up. Stay. Rof’l was able to manage this only after the handler approached him. At Dmitri’s voice, the blue turned to look at Rof’l, finally giving him a look of something other than jaws to look at.
It was a wher, not a blue feline.
The wher did not get off him, however. “I’d be happy to introduce myself, but I’d rather not have a conversation on my back.” He looked up at Dmisk, all panic and fear gone. This was really uncomfortable! Would this strange wher mind getting off? Were all whers this mean and nasty and vicious? If so, he was even happier that he’d Impressed Kamath. Kamath may be rude and vain, but the bronze was (sometimes) devoted and peaceful. Maybe peaceful wasn’t the right word. Calm. If that. Either way, nothing like the wher on top of him.
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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 Jun 25, 2010 18:46:02 GMT -5
"Dmisk." The male's head had swiveled back to regard Rof'l curiously. Odd how quickly these creatures lost their fear at the appearance and/or reassurance of His. In their position, he would be a little more nervous about a creature so much larger and deadlier on him. Hm. This would require more investigation, he thought to himself. What would it do if he just...lifted a foreleg...and dragged his claws just lightly enough across Rof'l's face not to break skin? Experimentation was the source of knowledge. The blue was mid-'experiment' when Dmitri wrapped an arm around his head. "Okay, that's enough. Conduct your 'experiments' later, hm?" Fine, fine. He'd leave this one alone. For now.
Dmitri stayed crouched as he was while Dmisk moved off of the kid and sprawled at his handler's side, one foreleg wrapped around the teenager's leg as he half-curled around His in what was clearly a possessive posture. The blue's eyes focused calmly upon the child before the lids dropped over them. Hard to tell if he was merely projecting his disinterest in the situation from this point forward, or actually going to sleep. It was about a 50/50 chance as far as Dmisk was concerned. The handler tsked softly to himself, extending a hand to help the child up off the ground.
"Yeah, he's a bit bored," Dmitri reiterated, nudging his mindmate lightly. "But not really dangerous." He could have added the 'to you, as long as he doesn't see you as a threat or your death doesn't suit his purposes in some way,' but for some reason he doubted that would be terribly reassuring. "I'm Dmitri. You've already met Dmisk. And the one glaring at you like she thinks you're going to steal me is Dementia." He indicated his gold mandyr, who was, indeed, giving Rof'l quite the death glare. All these meatbags stealing the attention of Hers. She'd like to peel off his face. Yesssss. Her claws flexed, and she set to cleaning them threateningly.
The handler wore his harper knots openly still - though that would probably change here soon, given the whole point for the armbands for the wherhandlers was to eliminate any easy way of indentifying the rank or roles of the wherhandlers should anyone attempt to sneak into Selenitas. He smiled wryly. "So what you doing out past curfew, hm? Dmisk says you reek of baby dragons." Actually, Dmitri could smell it himself, the oil and the waste that was peculiar to those dragons still growing at an alarming rate and as of yet unable to Between. It likely was only something someone borrowing a wher's senses and a wher's ability to interpret would have noticed.
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Post by raii on Jun 27, 2010 0:14:08 GMT -5
Rof'l winced a bit as the claw came towards him. He tensed, only relaxing after Dmisk was off of him. The handler offered his hand, helping Rof'l to his feet. "He looked dangerous when I saw his jaws in my face," Rof'l commented lightly. He didn't mention, of course, that he thought Dmisk was a blue feline. "Nice to meet you. It's nice to meet Dmisk and Dementia too, but they don't seem to like me very much." Rof'l grinned. "Too bad, they have nice figures. Good for sketching." This last comment was slightly undertone, not meant to be heard but not meant to be hidden either. If it was heard--as it likely was--it could be ignored or commented on. Rof'l had learned that not all people were interested in his art, but he liked to say whatever came to his mind either way.
He looked down at Dmisk, who seemed bored with him. He offered a smile, but it would no doubt be taken poorly. Dmisk may not have been dangerous, but he didn't seem particularly friendly either. Whers were like dragons, in a way. Well, in more than one way, of course. He didn't remember any of the whers or handlers. Of course, he wasn't a nocturnal Weyrbrat. He blinked, trying to focus his thoughts. He seemed to have a problem with that. At least Dmisk was no longer threatening. Dementia, however, looked quite angry. Rof'l blinked at her. She was shiny and pretty! His admiration turned to amusement at Dmitri's comment. Yes, he was a rider. He felt Kamath's disapproval.
"Yes, I'm a rider, but Kamath resents being called a baby dragon," Rof'l said with a soft grin. "My name is Rof'l of Bronze Kamath--" otherwise known as the best dragon in the world, as proclaimed by both Rof'l and Kamath himself. "As for why I'm out...I can't exactly sleep. I don't think I should drink klah." This was obvious. Not only was he thirteen, but he was also thin and tall. No doubt with his metabolism, klah hit him fast. Of course, with his generally hyperactive personality, klah was never a good idea. He looked up at Dementia. "She's very pretty, but why is she angry?" His thoughts went on seemingly random paths, and now he was incredibly interested in the shiny salamandyr.
He had one of those!
His mind prodded lightly at Pinch, hoping to bring the blue in to say hello. He didn't think she was his mother, but he was still another salamandyr. Pinch pushed him away, choosing to go back to sleep. Kamath echoed this when Rof'l tried to wake him. Ah well, their loss. He smiled, focusing back on the three around him. His first impression of Dmitri was that he was kind and down-to-the-earth. In other words, he liked him. Of course, Rof'l liked nearly everyone. When others thought he was annoying, he didn't like them much, but Dmitri seemed amused. Rof'l liked amusing people, even if it was at his own expense. Dmisk and Dementia didn't seem to like him, but they were all right.
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