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Post by glamourie on Apr 12, 2009 17:03:29 GMT -5
It was a pretty afternoon. Clear skies covered the sky, a stark contrast to the typically blackened heights; perhaps a day without rain was ahead, or at least the majority of daylight would be saved from storms. The tide was in, rolling against the beach with audible crashing, loud enough to be distracting. The air hung thick with the smell of summer blossoms, carrying from the jungle nearby. It was truly a beautiful day. Sunlight sparkled off of the pure blue waves, creating a glimmer visible from all around. Altogether it was a therapeutic, peaceful setting, ideal for relaxing in the warm weather. Or, it would’ve been if not for the sound of shrieking that anyone nearby would be able to hear clear as day.
A little cove down the beach line was K’lir’s hideaway. The green rider himself was not visible, as he was curled up underneath a large brown blanket of questionable quality. Little more than a lump was all that could be deduced of his location, and even then it wasn’t clear which was up and which was down on him. He was not alone in his blankets. Little Kahrelir was curled up next to his father’s chest, his fist crammed into his mouth. Both father and son were sound asleep, and periodically snores could be heard from underneath the blanket. Whether it was the baby or his father was unclear, since they were so close together. They’d fallen asleep sprawled together with Calistoth acting as a shade for them. That was over an hour ago. Typically Kahrelir slept for long gaps of time when he was close to his father; the physical proximity was the ultimate comfort to the baby. Truly it could be said that Kahrelir was a daddy’s boy. Only around his papa was he happy.
The sprawling green form was impossible to miss on the sandy beach. Electric green was her hide, and she always looked pre-flight. Calistoth was large for her color, and though she was arrogant on most things, it could not be denied that she was the prime specimen of what a green should be; from perfectly proportioned wings to a slender, sinuous tail just feminine enough to be pretty. The dragon was curled possessively around her rider, her claws digging into the sand as her large wings arched up to shade him and herself. Unlike her dozing land-bound half, the green was wide awake, as evidenced by her tail flicking back and forth agitatedly. Her eyes whirled and she stared near the shoreline, uncomfortable. Typically when Calistoth was awake, so was LirHers, and she wasn’t sure she liked being awake without him. But someone had to be because the babies were not behaving, and by babies she did not mean Kahrelir. He was well-behaved.
Fuzz and Showoff were another story.
To the casual onlooker, it was probably a very strange sight. A white blob of feathers, still a duckling, waddled across the sand just outside of the shadow cast by the green dragon. Contentedly the creature moved, and there could be no denying that Fuzz was cute. K’lir had tied a pink ribbon around her neck embroidered with her name so that she never got lost, but the duckling rarely ventured too far from her human thing. She had a massive pile of shells near the end of the blanket, from where she was grabbing any with even the smallest shine and bringing it back. While her papa was sleeping she would bring him pretties, she would, and he’d wake up and he’d adore her because he had a lot more pretties because of her. It seemed like a logical deduction to Fuzz, in her duck-logic, and she was having a great deal of fun nosing around the sand to find the prettiest of the shinies. Only the best for her papa, only the best.
At least, it had started out that way. Truth was, after a few moments of collecting, she’d spied something especially shiny in her pile that did not belong there. It was small, red and very noisy. Alarmed, she’d run over only to decide that she wanted to keep the shiny. With a quick snap, she’d caught the bronze salamandyr in her bill and triumphantly bounced around. Showoff was more clever than she realized, though, and he’d wiggled free only to start making a whole lot of noise. She had no idea what he was saying, but it was loud, and her shiny was escaping! The bronze skittered across the sand as if it burned him and Fuzz was following as fast as she could, quacking the whole time, her little wings flapping and flinging fuzzy duckling-feathers all around her in the process. It couldn’t escape! Her shiny must not be allowed to get away! It was the prettiest of all the shinies and she wanted it!
Oh, but Showoff did not want to be collected, not by the ugly feathery thing. Furious, he flared his frill and ran as fast as his little legs would carry him, proclaiming for everyone nearby to hear (somehow, his bonded slept through it), SAVEMESAVEMESAVEME!
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Post by Rei on Apr 17, 2009 17:05:39 GMT -5
Danar strode down the beach, hands stuffed in his pockets, brooding about Pasine. What was the girls problem with him? Couldn’t she at least revel why she was avoiding him? Obviously not. That would be way to easy. Grumbling to himself he kicked a rather large shell into the surf and sighed deeply. If waves where supposed to clam the effect was obviously lost on the candidate.
Hero was having much more fun than Danar. The little bronze dipped and dove through waves fluting musically to any who would listen. Occasionally he would wing back to check on his and then it was off again. Currently the bronze flit was gazing in wonder at a few odd creatures and fish trapped in a tide pool. Suddenly he flared his wings and hissed as a voice echoed across the beach.
SAVEMESAVEMESAVEME! Hero gave a bugle in response, and sprung into the air to locate who he was supposed to save. A confused warble left his throat as he circled the feathered creature chasing the bronze mandyr. What was that? The bronze was unsure of how to approach the situation. After all he had never seen a duck before.
Finally something in his mind clicked and he dropped into a dive. Pulling up before the duck he flared his wings as wide as he could and cave a bugle. The tactic was meant to frighten the creature off. No sense in hurting it if he didn’t have to.
Danar felt his flits confusion, and a soft mental query had images of a duck in it. What in Faranth’s name? As the candidate rounded a sand dune, Calistoth came into view and he stopped. Quite the sight she was curled there in the sand. Her rider had to be close.
Not wishing to startle the dragon he approached carefully, trying to look as unthreatening as possible. Where was that sharding flitter? Hero’s bugle cause him to whirl around and he sighed heavily. “Sorry to bother you but my flitter found a duck. Does it perhaps belong to your rider?” The candidate looked up at Calistoth as a sudden thought came to him. “You don’t have to talk to me if you don’t want to. You could just point or something. I know some dragons are funny about that sort of thing.” The lump that was K’lir wasn’t even noticed. Observant Danar was.
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Post by glamourie on Apr 18, 2009 20:14:09 GMT -5
Fuzz quacked in surprise as something that glittered dove down in front of her face. Her wings flapped, sending a few white feathers around her, before the duck positively dove after him. It was a shiny, and though it was flying at her, she longed to collect it. Shinies made good collectables, in Fuzz’s opinion, and Hers would be very happy if she managed to bring him not one, but two. The loud thing would be caught soon enough, but the flying one - that was trickier. She couldn’t quite fly yet. Quacking loudly, Fuzz waddled after it, her wings flapping the entire time. Maybe she could scare it into coming down and then convince it to come with her. Yes, Fuzz thought that an excellent plan… she’d grab the flying one, take it back to Hers, and then catch the loud one. It didn’t fly, and that made it a much easier chase. Fuzz wiggled her backside and then launched herself forward at Hero, deviously pleased. She’d catch it, she would!
The duck’s sudden distraction made Showoff’s rapid skittering come to an abrupt halt and the salamandyr turned around. He stood on his hind legs for a better look, his little wings flaring out to balance himself, and his head cocked to the side in surprise. One of the winged uglies had come to save him? How bizarre. Usually, they had no problem being annoying[. Showoff flared his frill, then dropped down to scurry on the ground in the direction of the Fuzz. (He did not know what Fuzz was. DungheadHis always called her ‘Fuzz’ so he assumed that to be the name of the creature’s species. It seemed logical in the bronze salamandyr’s eyes.) Normally he did not care about the winged uglies - they were nuisances, they were! - but this one had come to his aid. Good, good stupid, it was, and he would help it for being a good stupid. Showoff trilled animatedly and bounced in his spot.
Bad Fuzz cannot has! Bad Fuzz cannot has! No flying yours! Flying savior MINE!
What odd creatures, the little menaces were. Calistoth watched the fluffy white duck curiously, her tail flicking back and forth the way an interest feline’s might. A low rumble of amusement stirred in her throat but she made no effort to rescue the fire lizard or her salamandyr; she liked the duck much, much better. It was properly subservient to her and that, in her not-so-humble opinion, made it the best creature ever. She crooned, relaxing - and then was properly distracted by something speaking to her. The emerald green dragon swiveled her head around in a rare show of acknowledgment and looked at Danar the way she might a bug. His question was ignored in favor of her focusing on something speaking to her. What, exactly, made the little two-legged thing she’d ever speak back to him? Calistoth snorted. She didn’t like people or dragons. Why would she speak to something so far beneath her in status?
Obviously, he needed to be put in his place. The green slowly rose to her feet, then stretched out languidly in the sand. She was large for her color, and her stretching emphasized that size, as well as the jewel-toned glow of her hide. Her claws dug into the sand and her wings snapped to her back, unintentionally causing the sunlight to dance down onto the blankets and the sleeping pair that was up against her. Flicking her tail, Calistoth grabbed Danar by the waistband of his trousers and lifted him into the air before stalking off toward the shoreline. Yes, it was probably bad manners to pick some random candidate up and tote him around like a rag doll, but he’d started it by speaking to her. As far as the green was concerned, he had whatever she offered him coming to him.
Still, the green did relay some of his message to K’lir… or, her version of it. Lirmine, wake up. Wake up Lirmine. Wake up or I’ll drown him!
The reaction was instantaneous. K’lir jolted bolt upright (though Kahrelir continued to snooze against his father, oblivious) and blurted out loud enough for everyone to hear, “Burhururr?!!” Because jibberish was the latest fashionable language, of course.
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Post by Rei on Apr 19, 2009 20:38:46 GMT -5
Hero gave a shrill squawk and turned just in time as the duck lunged her beak missing by only a few inches. Eyes whirling in confused shades he circled the bizarre creature. Why wasn’t she running? Instead she was now chasing him. Well that was unexpected. The bronze winged just out of reach and looked down upon the frilled one. Why wasn’t it running? Bad Fuzz cannot has! Bad Fuzz cannot has! No flying yours! Flying savior MINE! Hero gave a flute. This feathery thing was a Fuzz? Landing beside Showoff the big bronze flared his wings and gave a hiss at Fuzz for good measure. Yes she was a bad Fuzz!
As Calistoth stretched Danar looked over her lithe form. Holy cow she was one large green. She probably even out weighed some of the smaller blues. As her head came near Danar started to back up. “Um Miss green? Is your rider…” But his question was dropped as Calistoth grabbed his waistband and lifted him into the air. Not only was she unintentionally (or intentionally) giving him a wedgie but her breath smelled horrible. As she started to move his eyes widened. What if she planned to maul him? That thought was enough to make Danar start fighting back kicking his legs and flailing his arms. “Help! Put me down! Please?”
Well that didn’t work time to resort to plan B. Danar loosened his belt and fell out of his pants onto the sand with a grunt. Scrambling to his feet he started sprinting down the beach in his underwear. “Please don’t eat me! I’m sorry for talking to you really!” He yelled back over his shoulder as his feet kicked up the sand. Suddenly a voice was heard. “Burhururr?!!”
Burhururr? That didn’t sound like a dragon noise but Danar was not going to turn around to see what made it. No way in Faranth’s green Pern. Everyone knew you never looked back when you where running from something that was going to A. eat, B. maul, or C. possibly do horrible things to you if they caught you.
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Post by glamourie on Apr 24, 2009 4:17:39 GMT -5
Why was the shiny making so much noise? Were all shinies noisy? Fuzz decided it was her personal mission to collect them all and put them some place where they would not make quite so much racket. The feeding-machine would like that, she thought, and the duck quacked approvingly. Yes, the one who brought her the yummies, her favorite, he would like it very much if she taught the shinies not to be so noisy. But first she had to catch them… which was proving difficult because the loud one was cheating. It could fly. Flapping her wings in distress, Fuzz quacked again and then waddled forward across the sand toward the two shinies. Two. Maybe she could collect them both at once. The flying one first. It was harder, she deduced, and also bigger. Bigger shiny was obviously a better shiny. Casually waddling right up to Hero, Fuzz leaned down and grabbed his tail in her bill before turning to walk toward K’lir… whether the fire lizard liked it or not.
Oblivious to the duck’s mischief, Calistoth continued walking toward the beach. She ignored her chew toy’s startled comments as well. It had spoken to her, it had; that made it fair game in her opinion, and Calistoth was going to make sure that the chew toy knew not to speak to her again without her K’lir being awake to play buffer. She swished her tail animatedly and ignored his pleas (save for finding them immensely amusing, as evident by the loud rumbling that anyone nearby would be able to hear) for release. She’d let him go when she was good and ready, thank you, and not a moment sooner. He needed to be dunked for his audacity, and she would --
-- evidently, drop him. Eyes whirling in puzzlement, Calistoth shook her head rapidly, swinging Danar’s discarded leggings from her jaws like some deformed rag. Curiously, she swatted at the loose pants with one claw, effectively shredding the material. Then she tossed it to the side and watched as the boy scrambled away, missing one of his layers. The green cocked her head to the side and sat down daintily, her tail curling around her hind legs as she arched her wings around herself. Her gaze never left the boy as he was yelling back at her, and her rumbling grew gradually louder. Like she’d really eat him. Really. He didn’t even have enough meat on his body to make an effective meal. Surely he realized that? Not even a real mouthful. She wasn’t so wasteful. Besides, K’lir wouldn’t be happy if she ate a person. He’d have to explain it, after all.
And K’lir was very, very confused. Perching on his blanket, the greenrider blinked and looked toward the shoreline. Calistoth was easy to spot, blindingly green as she was, and large… but his focus was more on the pants-less figure running down the beach in terror from her. His eyebrows raised inquisitively, and he brought one hand up to rest on his chin as his elbow came to rest on his knee. Really. Like running around flashing his package would chase Calistoth away? What was he thinking? Hmm. K’lir sighed, then glanced at the baby next to him. Kahrelir squirmed, and the greenrider picked him up before settling the baby in his lap. Blowing a spit bubble, the toddler turned around and cuddled into his father’s chest amiably. Nothing was too rude to wake him up.
Once his son was settled, K’lir turned to the beach and then bellowed out for all to hear, “HEY! THIS ISN’T A NUDE BEACH! PUT ON SOME PANTS!”
It was at that exact moment that Showoff decided to pounce. Clearly the bad Fuzz was not going to listen and let his flying ugly rescuer go, so she would have to be punished. The salamandyr launched himself forward and … chose to cling to Fuzz’s back, his frill flared animatedly, as he proclaimed right after K’lir for everyone nearby to hear, NO SHINY FOR YOU! Evidently, Showoff knew Fuzz better than most. Then again, the duck always was trying to steal his stash, so it was probably unsurprising that he knew her tactics. He was getting to be an impressive defender of his collection, after all.
He can’t put on any pants, Lirmine. I shredded them. I thought you’d find it amusing. He’s begging me not to eat him, just so you know. Calistoth rumbled and then forcibly threw the shredded leggings after Danar, making it clear that she looked to the yelling person. As if there was every any doubt.
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Post by Rei on Apr 27, 2009 14:03:48 GMT -5
Hero chirped and flared his wings as Fuzz approached but it was clear she was not being scared. What was this feathered monstrosity? Before the bronze flit could react his tail was snatched in her bill and he was being dragged backwards!
Shrieking threats, Hero dug his claws into the sand trying to gain a purchase but all he was doing was creating little furrows in the soft wet ground. Trying to get aloft was pointless as well, he quickly discovered, now he was the one who needed saving. The bronze turned towards Showoff and gave a soft warble. Oh wouldn’t he help get this creature to go away?
Danar had continued to pelt down the beach, waving his hands in the air, and generally looking like he had lost all sense, until a voice cried out from behind him. This time with understandable words. “HEY! THIS ISN’T A NUDE BEACH! PUT ON SOME PANTS!”
Danar stopped so suddenly that he pitched forward and went sprawling into the sand. Picking himself up, he brushed the wet sand off himself as best he could and looked backwards. The green hadn’t even chased him! She was still sitting in the same spot. Great now he really looked like a fool. Suddenly something fluttered in the breeze and landed with a soft thump in the crashing surf. Turning his head the candidate’s eyes widened and he ran towards the object.
Holding up his sopping wet and shredded pants, he turned to glare towards Calistoth, only then catching sight of K’lir father back along the beach behind her. “I WOULD PUT ON SOME PANTS IF YOUR DRAGON HADN’T KILLED THEM!” See he could yell too.
NO SHINY FOR YOU! Came a loud angry voice not even seconds later. Obviously this was a shouting beach instead of a nude one.
As Showoff pounced Hero gave a happy croon. The little bronze was going to save him from the evil flat footed white thing. Such a brave little bronze he was! The flitter renewed his efforts to escape and managed to catch his talons of a piece of driftwood. He held on for all he was worth, crooning encouragement at Showoff.
Danar turned towards the sound of crooning, yelling and quacking and stared unbelievingly at the sight before him. What in Faranth’s name? A mandyr, riding on a duck with a bow around her neck, who looked like she was bound and determined to carry his flitter away. Could this day get any weirder?
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Post by glamourie on May 8, 2009 2:41:05 GMT -5
Fuzz was not a creature who was easily swayed by loud noises. Perhaps that was an unfortunate side-effect of living with K’lir (who was far from a quiet creature -- her two legged had a tendency to get extremely loud when he was in a mood); no matter how loud Hero got, it was unlikely that he could frighten her. In fact, she took the loud shrieking as encouragement (a misunderstanding on her part to be sure) and tugged more insistently on the fire lizard’s tail. The flying shiny would be coming with her, oh yes he would. Excitedly, she flapped her wings and waddled back as much as she could. Her little tail wiggled as she went, and she quacked loudly around the tail… but did not release him. She was completely oblivious to the claws digging into the sand and the flyer’s attempts to escape or still his capture. No, no, she was smug; she’d caught him! She’d collect him, take him back and keep him shined and pretty… he’d be the crown jewel of her collection. She didn’t have a flyer yet. But she’d have to teach him to be quieter, yes she would, because the thing with the drool slept and that loud noise would wake him up and then her two legged would be very unhappy. The flyer would have to be trained, yes, but she could do it! She could!
However, her ambitions were quickly halted by a weight on her back and, startled, she quacked again - loudly. But she didn’t release Hero. No, instead Fuzz positively squirmed in delight. Why - why the little runner had decided to tag along! She had them both! Flapping her wings excitedly, the duck quickly pulled back on Hero, trying to tug him off of the wood. Oh, oh, it was such good fortune. She had to hurry or the one on her back might escape. But why was the flyer making it difficult? Didn’t he want to be collected and stay with other shinies? Shinies belonged together. Silly thing. She’d teach him. Once she got him free of the wood, anyway. That in itself was a project…
On her back, Showoff clung and thrashed. It wasn’t easy, either; duck feathers were not designed to hold salamandyrs up. However, he managed it well enough, his impressively red frill flared for all to see. While Fuzz doubtlessly was unaware, any casual onlooker would recognize Showoff in combat mode. Of course, considering how tiny he was, it wasn’t an imposing sight, but that didn’t stop him from trying his best. No, on the contrary, he was determined to prove he could triumph over the evil Fuzz-duck and convince her to release his flying-slave. The only complication was that he couldn’t hurt the evil Fuzz, because StupidDungheadHis would be really upset if he did… and he didn’t feel like getting thrashed at or tied in the sock again. His was very mean; he liked to stuff him in the sock when he thought that he was misbehaving. Showoff hadn’t trained him very well when he first got him, sadly.
Release! Release! Leggo Fuzzduck Leggo! he commanded, truly believing that Fuzz would obey his words. Why wouldn’t she? He was king of all salamandyrs. The rest were to cower before his greatness… so why wouldn’t the duck?
Oh, he is dramatic, isn’t he? ‘Killed.’ The proper word is destroyed, Calistoth said to K’lir in response to Danar’s outburst. However, her attention was quickly drawn to the fire lizard, salamandyr and duck, and she couldn’t help but watch them, bemused. Her eyes whirled threateningly at the two draconids; if either of them harmed her duck, she would be very, very unhappy. However, for the moment it looked like the feathered creature was triumphing, and that amused her considerably. Danar was a lot less entertaining than watching Fuzz torment the awful little red blight that made her life miserable more often than naught. I do hope they don’t harm the duckling. I am fond of it. Lirmylove, you might want to call the red monster off. I believe he is trying to harm her.
“Nonsense,” K’lir said with a half-glance toward Calistoth. “Showoff knows better than to hurt Fuzz. Besides, I’d bet on her over him any day.” Slowly moving to his feet, the greenrider scooped Kahrelir into his arms. The baby blinked sleepily, then laid his head on his father’s shoulder, completely ignoring his surroundings; he was getting very good at tuning out anything he didn’t really have much interest in. That was a trait he’d inherited from his father. It only took Kahrelir a few moments to fall back asleep, and on K’lir’s shoulder, a puzzle of drool was forming. Either the eighteen-turn-old didn’t notice or, more likely, he simply didn’t care; K’lir was used to being slobbered on by his son, it wasn’t exactly a new occurrence, and slobber was better than the screaming meanies that most parents had to deal with at around two turns of age.
Sauntering up behind Danar, K’lir took his free hand and actually smacked the candidate clear on the bum. “Shouldn’t have irritated her, hot stuff. She takes that sort of thing personally,” he explained with a smirk. “Is that your fire lizard my duck is trying to collect?”
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Post by Rei on May 9, 2009 19:36:49 GMT -5
Hero cheeped indignantly and grasped the water soaked wood even tighter. Why wasn’t the feathery monster letting go. Wiggling his tail as best he could he gave his wings a couple of flaps. Accomplishing nothing, he gave a small snort and just when the duck was tugging particularly hard he released the wood and sent all three creatures tumbling into the sand.
Hero gave a loud chirp as he ended up tumbling onto his back, legs flailing at the air as he began to try and right himself. What in the world! Sending sand flying he finally managed to get his feet under him. Flaring his wings he launched himself into the air to circle the mandyr and duck. Warbling to Showoff he hovered for a moment. Was the little red ok?
Danar continued watching the duck, mandyr, and flit, torn between amusement and worry for his bronze. A quick check with the bronze confirmed that he was not hurt. The candidate half turned as he sensed K’lir approach from behind. His eyes widened as he noticed the little boy in his arms. Was that a baby? Further musings where cut short as the green rider promptly smacked his butt.
Danar jumped forward with a yelp. “What the hell is wrong with you?” He paused a minute and regarded the rider as if he was insane. “Did you just call me hot?” The question was left hanging as the candidate merely nodded in response to K’lir’s question. “Yeah he’s mine.” The lad flicked a glance towards Calistoth. Touchy huh? Who knew a simple question could irritate a dragon.
Danar regarded K’lir with a guarded expression, as if the man was a dangerous animal one was trying to escape from. Another quick glance towards the flit soothed his groundless worries. As long as the bronze stayed airborne the duck would have a harder time “collecting” him.
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Post by glamourie on May 10, 2009 5:03:30 GMT -5
A loud quack escaped Fuzz as she stumbled backwards and landed flat on her butt, wings spread around her uncomfortably. In her struggles, she released the flyer! … and he was back in the air. Making low quacking noises in her throat, Fuzz flapped her wings again. Her distress was obvious. Were she a draconic species, she would doubtlessly be keening. As it was, she watched Hero as he took to wing, her wings snapping close to her body. It was circling her, too. Why didn’t he want to be collected? Didn’t he realize he’d be happier among other shinies? Pft… At least there was the red, obnoxious, loud runner. She turned around slowly to look at Showoff, her feathers ruffled in a general show of discontent. Yes, she still had the loud one that tried to claim her two-legged and her dragon. He wasn’t mean, he didn’t fly away, he just made a lot of noise.
Normally, anyway. As it was, Showoff was sprawled across the ground in a completely graceless display, his tiny wings stretched out around him, frill flared in a vivid show of agitation. Under the sunlight, the coppery glean of his bronze hide was prominent, and he truly looked more scarlet than a bronze ought to have. For a salamandyr, he was on the large side, but that didn’t prevent him from looking absolutely tiny, lying in the sand as he was. One of his back legs kicked absently and he squirmed, his tail animatedly twitching around; salamandyr tails were much longer than that of flits, after all, and far more useful… although, laying as he was, not much was going to help him. His entire body gave a vivid twitch, an undeniable show of discomfort, and then he rolled over onto his stomach. Both wings flared and flapped to free themselves of sand, before snapping closed again, and he shook his head to clean off his frill. Once he was sure that his favorite appendage was not dirty in any way, it snapped back along his neck and Showoff gave a mighty stretch. Which really was not mighty at all, given how tiny he was, but still!
Good UglyRescuerMine, Showoff informed Hero as he climbed onto his hind legs. Slowly, he turned around, his forelegs hanging limply in front of him as he looked up at the fire lizard. Bad Fuzzduck unhappy, he added casually before turning his head toward the people. It cocked to the side, then he inquired, UglyYours?
K’lir let a very pleased smirk show on his face. It was distinguishable from his usual smiles by the slight raising of his eyebrow and he shifted Kahrelir in his arms before nodding toward him. “Language, child, there is a baby present. It would be most unfortunate if he started repeating that.” Yeah. Because K’lir was the pinnacle of proper language, really. (Showoff was classic proof of how not the case that was.) Kahrelir didn’t speak anyway so censoring oneself around him was pointless, but that didn’t stop Lir from taking every available opportunity to give someone static that he could. “The answer to your question is simple: I’m K’lir. Go on. Ask around. My reputation precedes me. I’m pretty sure that at least one bronze rider wants to have me shipped to the other end of Pern.” Said bronze rider being T’rid but he decided not to point that out; it was funnier without specifying.
Rumbling her amusement, Calistoth sprawled out on the sand and watched Danar intensely. It was not a very nice look she wore, but then, she was not reputed to be a very nice dragon (and really, she wasn’t, not even to K’lir who she claimed to love). That she picked on Danar was nothing out of the ordinary. Her flights were notorious: she tried to hurt her chasers, after all. Danar was just another knot in the rope as far as that was concerned. Nothing memorable.
“What’s the bronze’s name? He’s obviously special if Showoff isn’t trying to kill him,” K’lir commented absently, one hand coming up to rub his nose. “He likes eating fire lizard eggs and trying to deliberately injure them. He particularly hates the bronzes and golds.” That was the understatement of the century. Showoff loathed fire lizards. He would deliberately do malicious things to upset them because he could. Not that he liked dragons or whers, either; he actually found them infuriating. But it was more entertaining to pick on fire lizards because he could bite them. Biting dragons was almost impossible given his size, though he certainly had tried on numerous occasions. Calistoth was Showoff’s nemesis, and he was out to get rid of her -- at any cost. He just hadn’t figured out a good way to do that yet.
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Post by Rei on May 10, 2009 13:52:15 GMT -5
Hero fluted and circled Showoff once before breaking off to circle Danar’s head and wing back to the smaller bronze. Yes that was his. His was very silly sometimes and had to be watched carefully. Was his the one with the hatchling and the big winged one? Tucking his wings the bronze flit dipped his flight to hover closer to Showoff.
The Fuzz did seem displeased. Would the little red like a ride? He was probably the right size after all. Then he could get away from the big Fuzz and she would be even more displeased. A loud croon escaped Hero at that thought. Yes the big Fuzz needed to leave his new little friend alone. The bronze let his tail dangle as he hovered next to Showoff, it made a ladder of sorts should the small bronze decide to accept his ride.
Danar tore his eyes away from the little group of pets to look back at K’lir. Most unfortunate? Was that supposed to be a threat? The candidate took a half step back and kept his eyes on K’lir and the boy. “Sorry. I didn’t know he was awake.” It was an apology of sorts. Danar actually didn’t have a problem with kids. He actually liked them quite a bit. They where amusing and often easy to please.
Taking a good look at the kid as K’lir introduced himself Danar gave a tentative smile. “Really now? Well to be fair there is a certain bronze rider I wish would get shipped to the other side of Pern. I’m Danar by the way. Candidate.” His attention was quickly brought back to the pets as K’lir mentioned his bronze flitter.
“His name is Hero. I impressed him at Zesa’s last clutch. I am not really surprised he’s interacting with your mandyr. He’s very not confrontational.” The candidate’s voice had a ring of pride to it. He was extremely proud of his bronze fire lizard. Hero was quite possibly his favorite thing in the world right now. With no living family and Pasine avoiding him the majority of the candidates love was being currently directed towards the bronze.
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Post by glamourie on May 11, 2009 3:59:02 GMT -5
Ladder! Escape! It was an option! Chittering a high-pitched sound of delight, Showoff flung himself onto Hero’s tail and scurried up to cling to the other bronze’s stomach, all in the time it took a normal person to blink; so small was he that he was lightning fast on his feet. He curled himself carefully around Hero, so as to prevent making flight awkward, and then turned to flare his frill animatedly at Fuzz. See, see, it was HIS Flyer. His. And the Flyer helped him to escape the evil Fuzzduck, therefore, he was very happy with the Flyer indeed. Served her right, trying to keep him like he was an object. She was wicked, she was, always stealing his things. Wicked, wicked Fuzzduck. He did not approve of her at all (and Showoff’s approval was truly a matter of life or death).
Uglymine, Babymine, UglyflyerGreenthingEVILmine, Showoff explained with a happy flick of his tail. RescuerUglyMine special love love. He meant it; his Rescuer was special and he’d keep him, he would. He would keep him. Not Fuzz. He claimed the Flyer first. She could find another one to keep as her own instead of trying to steal his things again. It really was a nuisance and the Fuzzduck did it so often. Evil creature. Give ugly mine? The ‘request’ was to be taken to K’lir so he could perch properly. After all, he was now free, thanks to his Flyer, and he wanted to show off and preen on his bonded’s shoulder properly… instead of clinging to the flying thing. The flying motion was actually making him kind of nauseous. Icky.
Upset at having Showoff stolen from her, Fuzz quacked twice. Then she waddled away from the two bronzes, evidently very upset. Her little feet made awkward motions in the sand, kicking it up around her and the white duck made her way to Calistoth. Once she was next to HER dragon, she lowered herself into a sitting position and quacked up to the green, who rumbled in amusement. The quacking continued for a good few minutes, as if she was regaling Calistoth with the tale of how her pet was stolen from her. The entire time, Calistoth looked down at her as though watching in rapt interest, and the green’s eyes whirled her amusement; there was no denying the fondness she felt for the duck. Considering it was Calistoth, that was almost a miracle: she was not prone to fondness of creatures other than K’lir… period. And the fondness she felt for him was more possessive than anything else.
“Which bronze rider is your least favorite?” K’lir inquired, oblivious to Calistoth and Fuzz. He shifted Kahrelir on his hip and raised his eyebrow before shrugging one shoulder. “K’lir, Greenrider. She’s Calistoth. This is Kahrelir.” He nodded toward the baby before smiling. “The duck is called Fuzz, and the salamandyr is called Showoff. He’s pretty much to blame for most of the salamandyrs you see around her. He’s gold Daeluunya’s mate.” All introductions aside, K’lir was still surprised. Showoff hated fire lizards. It didn’t really matter how nice they were: he detested them as a species. Sometimes K’lir found it very troublesome, actually, so seeing his salamandyr suddenly behave nicely with one was… odd. He tended to attack. Wait. Zesa’s last clutch…? “Is that the clutch with the brown that Showoff decided was his?” he inquired absently. One of them was fascinated by the salamandyr, and K’lir remembered very vividly how intrigued Showoff was by that fact. So odd…
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Post by Rei on May 11, 2009 14:12:21 GMT -5
Hero steadied himself as the mander quickly clambered his way up onto him. A soft croon accompanied his explanation. Ah so that was his. After making sure the mandyr had a tight grip, the bronze flitter gave a few quick beats to gain altitude. The Fuzz couldn’t reach them now! He stilled his wings into a glide as he caught an updraft. Chirping an understanding he glided over to Danar and K’lir.
Hero pulled up a bit above the green rider’s shoulder. He gave a soft flute as a hello to the man, and hovered so Showoff could dismount easily. There. Showoff was now at his bonded, as he had asked, and safe from the Fuzz duck. Hero had decided that he liked the little red. He was very clever and very brave.
K’lir’s question had Danar scowling. “T’rid of Corinth. That man is beyond infuriating. I don’t know why he thinks he is Faranth’s gift to Pern but he is far from it. I would just love to beat that cocky smirk off his face. For Faranth’s sake he can’t even lead a weyr right. How he impressed bronze is a wonder to me.” Trailing off he listened with polite attention to the introductions.
“Kahrelir? That’s a good name he’s got. How old is he?” The interest in his tone wasn’t faked. The candidate had a soft spot for children. They where easy to entertain and get along with. They also normally lacked malicious thoughts and intent.
Turning his attention back to Showoff and Hero Danar smiled. “I don’t really mind mandyrs. They bother some people but the majority of them aren’t to bad. I don’t think they ever purposely try and cause people pain. Then again I could be wrong. I haven’t met to many to get a good picture of them. They seem remarkably intelligent though.” He examined Showoff carefully. From this distance he it was hard to see him properly but what stood out the most was his scarlet coloration.
K’lir’s question caused Danar to scrunch his forehead in concentration. “Yeah that’s the clutch. I remember Showoff was there. Hero was one of the last to hatch. That brown impressed to a green wher handler I believe. I can’t recall her name.” He watched as his flitter hovered to deposit Showoff.
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Post by glamourie on May 13, 2009 15:45:37 GMT -5
Fuzz flapped her wings and watched Hero testily. The bronze flyer was taking away her pretty. She settled herself next to Calistoth and sulked. Even the most unobservant viewer would be able to deduce what the duckling was up to: she was making it blatantly obvious how unhappy she was. How dare the flyer steal the other shiny. Both of her shinies were taken. She quacked, and then ducked her head behind her dragon’s wing. At least her dragon liked her. And her dragon was the biggest and prettiest of all of them and she looked like she glowed. That made her the best shiny of all… right after her two-legged, at least; he was hers. Quacking to herself, Fuzz buried her head against her wing and balled up… evidently going to sleep on the spot. If she couldn’t collect the pretties, the day wasn’t worth staying awake for in her opinion.
Oblivious to his duck (still), K’lir lifted one hand to catch Showoff as he was deposited. The bronze gave a light twitter of approval toward Hero before dashing up onto K’lir’s head and displaying in his usual style of Notice me! Notice me! However, the greenrider’s attention was completely focused on Danar. He had his full attention. T’rid, hmm? Everyone seemed to have a problem with the bronze rider (including K’lir). How funny. The exaggerated response made K’lir smirk, unable to help himself, and as he cocked his head to the side, he gave Danar a long once-over with his eyes lingering just enough to be discomforting to the average man. So firm, those words were. So insistent. So dramatic. If he didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought --
“Sounds to me like you’ve got a crush on him,” he declared, well-aware he was probably fixing to offend Danar, but since when did other people’s feelings influence anything K’lir did? “I can tell you what he’s like in bed, if you like, but I promise he’s less-than-impressive… at least, by my standards, but I get around quite a bit. He’d probably blow your mind. I can hook you two up. One of my best friends is an herbalist. I’m sure he’d be willing to give us some love weed to make our dear reluctant bronze rider cooperate.”
Okay. He was just being evil. It was obvious Danar didn’t like T’rid at all. However, K’lir felt he had a monopoly on T’rid dislike on account of having an actual reason to dislike him. (Being treated like a plague bearer after a Flight was a suitable insult in his opinion; no greenrider liked that sort of treatment.) He was doubting that Danar had a real one… aside from T’rid being obnoxious, but really, K’lir was also obnoxious, so he couldn’t hold that against the bronze rider. Truthfully, K’lir wasn’t sure what it was that really annoyed him about T’rid, if anything. It wasn’t a malicious sort of dislike, just a passive one which rendered him to be incessantly petty, childish and mean. Which really just meant he didn’t consider T’rid a friend, thinking on it. Maybe he really was a brat.
The rest of Danar’s questions were responded to with a slight shrug. “He’s almost two.” Kahrelir was conceived during Calistoth’s first flight. He didn’t point that out. None of the boy’s business. “If you think salamandyrs don’t purposely cause pain and irritation, you haven’t met very many of them.” His words made Showoff preen handsomely on his head. Happy salamandyr, he was. “They’re intelligent, all right… and absolutely evil. This one will actually bargain with people to get what he wants, but Showoff is unique even among his kind. He’s the father of most of them, with… mmm, a very small selection as exception: the ones from his clutch. Kalierre’s bronze was from his clutch. I don’t know which other ones were, but yeah… Showoff’s a brat. Careful not to compliment him, he’ll fixate on you and then try to boss you around as his slave. He does that.”
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Post by Rei on May 16, 2009 8:25:11 GMT -5
As Showoff was deposited, Hero crooned happily and then circled the pair of humans once before alighting on hispet’s shoulder. The bronze rubbed his head affectionately against Danar’s cheek, only stopping when the lad lifted his hand to stroke him. He fluted back to Showoff the little red was oh so very smart to beat the Fuzz.
Danar stroked the bronze quietly as K’lir spoke but when the words actually registered he dropped his hand in shock. “WHAT!!?” the outburst scared Hero, who trilled and flared his wings. The bronze didn’t take off but he did tighten his grip on Danar’s shoulder. “You think I like him? Ok that’s just weird. For one I am completely straight, guys do nothing for me. B. You actually slept with him? Why in the world would you want to?” The comments about K’lir’s uh…impressive track record was ignored for the moment. The candidate was more concerned that the green rider had slept with T’rid. Eww.
As he waited for a response from K’lir he digested the implications of what he had said. Loveweed? That stuff was poison as far as Danar was concerned if you needed a plant to help you get horney you where quite pathetic. Then again he never intended on sleeping with someone he didn’t have an attraction to, outside of flightlust of course. Because yeah, no one could control what happened when your dragon caught.
Danar fixated on Showoff next. The little mandyr seemed to be quite intelligent but then again so was Hero. Although perhaps his flit had a different sort of intelligence. “He likes to enslave things huh? Well you can’t really blame him. If you have the ability why not.” Turning to the little preening bronze he smiled before bespeaking him. “You’re the father of pretty much every mandyr around huh? Doesn’t that make you the king of all the mandyrs? I must say your quite impressive. The sire of pretty much the entire wyer‘s mandyr population. Wow I‘m impressed.” Hero chirped in agreement. He little red was very smart. He was a good frilled one as far as the bronze was concerned.
Danar shifted in place and suddenly remembered that he was only wearing underwear. Ok yeah lets forget about that fact again. The candidate suddenly wished that Calistoth hadn’t ruined his pants. Having a conversation on the beach in your underwear had not been on his things to do list today.
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Post by glamourie on May 16, 2009 17:32:46 GMT -5
HAHAHAHA!
K’lir resisted the urge to fall over in maniacal glee, cackling to himself. What an amusing reaction that was. He hadn’t really thought - oh, but he’d have paid to see the candidate shriek that way again, and good money, at that. As it was, K’lir forced the wide smirk from his face… and it took a lot of effort to do it; he wanted more than anything to laugh in the boy’s face. The question, though, made K’lir raise an eyebrow suggestively. Why in the world would he want to indeed…? Aside from the fact that T’rid wasn’t homely (he really wasn’t), there were plenty of reasons. Starting with him being his wingleader. But -- that wasn’t why it had happened. Calistoth’s last Flight was to blame and he was quite positive that T’rid would like nothing more than to forget the entire ordeal ever happened -- so, naturally, K’lir couldn’t allow him that right. No sir. There was too much delight to be had at the bronze rider’s expense. Besides… T’rid deserved it. He was a twit most of the time.
“It was a flight,” he explained with a half-shrug. “Calistoth Rose, and Jessereth caught her… but Z’hin was at Blossom Hold. I jumped the nearest male, who happened to be T’rid…”
Shifting his weight, K’lir looked at the baby in his arms. With his dark hair, Kahrelir could -- hehehe. That was an evil thought. An absolutely evil thought, but K’lir couldn’t stop himself. He was sure when word leaked back to T’rid, the bronze rider would be displeased with him, but… “You can see the result of that flight,” he said with a nervous shift. Pointedly, the greenrider turned his gaze down to Kahrelir’s sleeping form. “I don’t think T’rid will ever take responsibility for him, though. Poor Kahrelir. It’s okay, though; I’m a good enough mommy and daddy both…” Oh, T’rid was going to kill him when he found out. If he found out. It was all a matter of whether Danar -- DANNY -- believed him or not… but the redhead was betting he would. He had the distinct impression that the candidate was not the sharpest tool in the shed.
On K’lir’s head, Showoff turned to look at Danar and cocked his head to the side as he spoke. Standing on his hind legs, Showoff displayed his frill adamantly and flicked his tail. King Showoff of the Mandyrs, he agreed, because it was true and it was good that the big dummy realized that. He was the best salamandyr ever, and Dael was his love love, and they were the best. Not like that ugly greenmater from the infirmary who thought he was king, but Showoff didn’t see a reason to point that out. Instead, he scampered forward until he was as close to Danar as he could get without leaping off of his bonded’s head, and then he twitched his tail again. His frill flared further and he looked up and down before staring straight at Danar’s face. His tiny eyes whirled confused shades, much the way a dragon’s would, except in extreme miniature. No denying what emotion he was experiencing. Why you naked, bigStupid?
The run-off from Showoff’s question (and curiosity) had K’lir looking over Danar for a moment before raising an eyebrow in amusement. “You’ve got absolutely fabulous legs,” he said shamelessly before going cross-eyed to look at Showoff. “Encouraging this little snot is not the wisest course of action. He’ll follow you around expecting to be the center of attention and if you ever ignore him for even the slightest reason, he’ll start stealing from you and trying to cause you discomfort. I’d recommend not egging him on. He’s a bronze -- they all just preen under compliments and become convinced of their own over-inflated sense of self-worth…” Especially the bronze riders, like T’rid. He was fun to pick on though, all in all… but Danar was rapidly becoming an equally amusing plaything. Rapidly.
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