Rowana
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Handler Roivao Rider G'tor Rider Merridan Rider T'ke Rider N'rik Handler Porita Rider Farryl Rider Kyr'n[/color
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Post by Rowana on May 15, 2012 14:14:10 GMT -5
T'ke came into the Dining Hall with an irritated look on his face. He'd been trying to finish work on Garaeth's straps, but it was impossible without his awl to poke new holes in the leather. He'd been so sure he'd had it in his weyr, but now it was gone. He suspected Haru of the theft. The gender confused fire lizard was always collected 'special' things for the various queens 'he' tried to chase. T'ke had thought having no queens around would finally teach the green some since, but maybe he was wrong. Still, he had been working in the Dining Hall the other day, so perhaps he'd misplaced it there.
He wasn't having much luck though, as table after table proved empty. Maybe he aught to ask the drudges or Haoyamae if they'd seen it. They'd probably cleared it away if it had been here at all. Dooomed! came a gloomy voice from his shoulder. T'ke sighed. "Gara, it's only an awl. I can get another." DOOOOOMED! the salamandyr insisted. T'ke shrugged and kept looking. There was just no explaining to some creatures.
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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 May 17, 2012 13:51:07 GMT -5
Hers was ever so good at offering bits and pieces of whatever he was eating, and occasionally she'd take a nibble just to get the warm fuzzies (as opposed to the cold pricklies, which made her sad, but Hers was a tempramental creature, he was) and an accomodating scratch. The little green huntress was an independent creature, however, and rare was it that she allowed herself to go hungry. She'd already wandered away from A'nd's table and had begun stalking a different type of prey: potential playmates.
Our lovely Artemis prowls, Mine of my Hearts, Xinatenth commented in his half-lazy, silken tone. When isn't she hunting? Even the lovely Diana turns her face from her hunting grounds to give way before mighty Hyperion. Mhm. Which means...? The young blue's exasperation came seasoned with a healthy amount of affection. All fall before Hypnos' power. Is that another salamandyr? She must yield to sleep's fair call. You couldn't just say that she had to sleep sometime? A dragon can slither through the dust on his belly, but why commune with snakes when he can associate with the stars? A'nd was doing his best not to allow his amusement to show through the carefully held irritation, but of course Xinatenth was more than aware that His found his peculiarities just as endearing as Cootie's.
The little green in question had found her mark, and was even now making her way stealthily up a very long pant leg. Silent she was, crouched as low as possible. She wound along folds in fabric to better conceal herself, and her tiny weight was unlikely to be noticed by anyone. Finally, she was close enough to reach out and bat at the tail of the blue perched on the shoulder of the man who must be His.
Doooooomed, she repeated, but her tone was much different than the blue's. It held in it definite amusement, as if she were teasing him for being so pessimistic. She'd taken his tail in his mouth delicately, continuing to climb up to the shoulder beside him with tail still captured. Cootie rarely spoke more than one word at a time, but she was particularly good at choosing just the right one and infusing it with just the right tone to convey her meaning.
A'nd pretended not to notice her, and certainly didn't claim her. He felt no need to 'rescue' his 'mandyr from interactions with other salamandyrs and people. No one was going to hurt her for just playing, and she could take care of herself when it came to accidents. The little thing could hunt creatures you wouldn't even believe. Your prize our Artemis may reveal, his wrath drawn down. The bluerider smirked slightly, fingering the implement in his pocket taken from that very rider earlier. He wasn't even sure what it was, which was actually why he'd stolen it. Curiosity. "Cootie's discreet."
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Rowana
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Post by Rowana on May 23, 2012 20:33:50 GMT -5
T'ke was fairly focused on his goal and he wasn't paying much attention to his surroundings except where he was looking. As such, he didn't even notice the small creature climbing up his pants and then his shirt. Gara wasn't the most observant either, but he did finally notice her when she batted at his tail. He turned his head around to blink at her mournfully. He didn't think doom was so funny. Besides, he was supposed to be the gloomy one so that other people could be more cheerful. It seemed she liked his tail though. That was nice, even if he'd rather like to have it back someday.
Tool taken. Tail taken. Much doom. he explained pointedly to Cootie. T'ke blinked and glanced over at his salamandyr and nearly tripped over himself in surprise. "Hey! You don't belong there!" He'd thought it was just Shard, hiding in his pocket as she liked to do. He scowled. He'd grown to like his own salamandyrs and crazy fire lizard, but that didn't mean he liked them in general. He glanced around suspiciously, but his memory for which salamandyr belong to who wasn't great. No one was making a move towards him either.
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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 May 26, 2012 13:16:28 GMT -5
Silly, the little tiger-striped green commented, with a croon of undeniable affection. She'd decided that she rather liked this odd, morose blue. A foreleg came up to stroke the length of the tail she still had captured in her mouth, frilling pleasantly at the male. (Or, rather, she extended the tines that lacked the expected membrane of a frill, a mutation that most of Harmony's offspring shared.) Cootie. Name? And just in case he didn't understand that, she accompanied the words with a gesture to herself and then to him, a gesture that was startlingly human-like. The benefit of a bond of over six turns, perhaps. A booming human-voice so near her perch caused Cootie to release the tail, the green rising up and twisting her upper body in a fair imitation of someone cocking their head curiously at another, even though in a salamandyr this required torquing her spine oddly. Her tines moved in what might have been a slow wave, or perhaps just another expression of her curiosity, and she crooned to T'ke and added, with an equal sense of amusment, Cootie belong...where? Had she been human, her eyes might have been sparkling with innocent mischief.
The bluerider who (it could be argued) represented where Cootie belonged suppressed a smile of amusement, his back shielding the expression from the older rider if he happened to glance the teenager's way. Mischievous little thing, his Cootie...and deceptively smart, given that a fair number of salamandyrs were either so bad at communicating that they came off dumb, actually a bit touched in the head, or so idiosyncratic that it tended to cancel out their general intelligence. Cootie did not fall into any such category. Except perhaps the last, at times, when she went stalking prey that was much too big for her to handle. Of course, she hadn't done that for a long time now. He lingered over his meal to give her more time to interact, seeing as once he left she'd come along. Cootie acted independently, it was true, but usually within a certain radius from A'nd himself.
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