Requiem
Weyrleader S'rei WM M?ta Rider A'nd Harper/Handler Dmitri Weyrbrat Miguel
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Post by Requiem on Apr 29, 2010 9:01:42 GMT -5
It wasn't quite a falter. Falter made it sound like a stumble, a pause that was out of place, and that certainly didn't describe Dmisk's reaction to the stalled Yosk as she turned toward them. He'd sprung forward with every intent of staying on her heels, and then had simply...stopped. There was enough momentum he was fighting in the turn to get started again anyway that it seemed effortless, to go from motion to motionless, the calm blues with just that faint touch of violet streaking through meeting her gaze unwaveringly. Not sure why she seemed to be studying him so. Other greens might have - might have - been upset at how late he was, but Yosk had not been, he knew this for certain.
Quintresk, likely blocked by his bulk from seeing that their sister had temporarily stopped moving, sailed over him almost ghostily, and Dmisk couldn't help but be faintly amused by it. Hello clutchbrother. They thought - similarly - at times, did they not? A leap was a most adequate way to get around an obstacle. Or, as the case may be, over.
Then she'd turned, that inviting flick all the invitation needed, and he loped easily in her wake, falling back to pace the wildling for a bit. He could sense Pidesk not far off, and remembered the flash of annoyance on the face as the silly humanlings scrambled beneath him, as if they had anything to worry about. (He was grateful for the slower pace. Though he'd never likely admit it, a dead sprint through the jungles to catch up to a green already speedy enough to make that highly difficult without being behind...it took a bit out of you.) As she burst out into the underbrush, he did as well, not waiting to reach the spot where she'd disappeared.
Aware of her, Dmisk slid easily through the trees, still rather certain that one of those on time would be her chosen mate. As they should be, really. Legitimate excuse he may have had, but he was still late. Nevertheless, he wanted to see her choice, cutting through her circles at tangents that always put him just seeing her passage, like a ghostly spirit passing just through your peripheral vision, gone too swiftly for you to view them directly. No doubt he looked much the same to her, though he didn't glow so beautifully, nor manage so graceful a stride. Lovely ghost dancer that his sister was. His greensisters were by far his favorites, they were, something they'd better understand...later.
The bronzehandler received the barest flicker of a half-smile. Amusement. Disdain. Whatever it might have been, it vanished in favor of Yoalla, whose reaction was the only one that mattered of course. And her reaction made it more than clear that he was welcome, did it not? Dmitri allowed himself to be herded in with the others, and if he stood just a touch close enough to Piden to be...irritating...it wasn't - entirely - intentional. He just didn't care if he was crowding the male's space. Dmitri slipped quietly through her door, pacing toward the center of the room and never letting his eyes leave her.
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Post by rii on Apr 29, 2010 11:05:26 GMT -5
Running again – this Quintresk could do. Anything but flying; although the dark wher was clever enough to find ways to get through obstacles without being tempted to stretched his wings. Quintresk fell into a familiar pace filled with the rhythmic fall of one clawed foot after the other. His heart was thrumming strongly within his chest that drew in deep breaths – keeping Yosk's scent fresh on the palette. Tracking her solely by smell became more than a touch difficult when Yosk began to zigzag. At times crossing over her own path and thus giving her invisible trail a crossroads. The sound of the others moving through the jungle, at different segments of her run, made it more than a little difficult to track her by ear. Heat signatures were distorted and blocked by the thick growth. The brown didn't want to take his hints and clues from the other males because they might be as disoriented as himself and even chasing after each other instead of Yosk.
Hm..
Quintresk drew up alongside the base of a large tree. An upraised root served as a spring board as Quintresk leapt for the lowest limb. His claws scrambled for purchase on the narrow branch that groaned in protest under his weight. Balance came easily to the brown wher, whose long tail served a vital purpose in the way it whipped to and fro to counterbalance his heavier end. Quintresk didn't linger long, moving higher into the tree until he had found a strong limb above the wild growth of the jungle.
From his new perspective Quintresk could see the movements of the running whers, along with better glimpses of their individual heat signatures. A pale shape that only could be his sister drew a pleased rumble from the distant brown. Yes, there she was, turning and twisting through the jungle to test her chasers. And by no means did Quintresk feel that he was doing anything wrong. The run was long, his muscles were pleasantly aching, and he was merely taking a different approach to the task. Besides, he had shown he could run with her, they all had. Watching the movements made the wheels in Quintresk's mind turn. It was a puzzle, and the brown enjoyed the pastime of figuring out such curiosities, and whether Yosk realized it or not, there was a pattern to her turns and loops.
Calculating her course, Quintresk worked his way quickly out of the tree and set out again – making a nice straight cut through the jungle. Hindquarters splashed through a shallow stream as he moved smoothly through the darkness. And there – her tell-tale pale hide cut into his vision and Quintresk dark form fell into the chase behind her. Closer now, less likely to lose her again to the disorienting trail..
Quintrell watched Yoalla with a touch of interest, and the barest hint of a smile on his lips. He moved easily enough to her herding methods, stepping into the room and pacing around the edge of it. Restless, perhaps, as the run was growing ever long and she had yet to make a decision.
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Ruby
Shiny Hoarder
Jr.Weyrwoman Caden Bronzehandler Piden Bluerider M'kai Bluerider T'ri Greenrider Tenlie Greenhandler Serissa
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Post by Ruby on Apr 29, 2010 15:25:03 GMT -5
The light was almost gone, now, and Pidesk's eyes were adjusting. They still ached, and likely would for days, but if he squinted enough he could see. Not that it helped much - three bodies now separated him from Yosk, so he couldn't see her so much as he could see the other males' fast-moving tails. Flashes of green further up on the game trail was all he got, darting around turns at a speed that, if not as fast as before, still seemed break-neck to the half-blind Bronze. Pidesk wasn't exactly tiring, but he was feeling the strain of being out so long in such bright light. All he wanted was to the end of the run, whatever it might bring.
After the initial unwelcoming glance, Piden ignored Dmitri, allowing himself to be easily herded in to the empty room. It wasn't like he ever had a personal bubble normally, and the Run only lessened that. He liked physical contact of any sort. Anyway, if Yosk wanted Dmisk, late and disruptive or otherwise, who was he to contradict her? No, Pidesk was a passive Wher, and would never commit violence (physical or mental) against his own kind. And the greens were usually right.
He knew, though, that heading into the undergrowth was a bad idea. With his compromised vision, Pidesk knew he'd never be able to track her, not unless she ran straight (which he knew she wouldn't). He paced back and forth in front of the place where she had disappeared, trying to figure out what to do next. He couldn't lose her, not now. Then there was a flash of heat signature that resolved into brown deep in the jungle, up in the trees. Ah, the trees. Not a bad idea.
With a mighty leap, Pidesk reached a branch just over his head, flaring his wings to steady himself. He wasn't clear of the jungle, but he could see the Brown in the tree well enough to see the direction that Quintresk went when he launched himself. Angling himself so he aimed towards the same point Quintresk did, Pidesk glided over the tight undergrowth for a good length, pulling up short when the wildling brown passed beneath him. With a polite whuffle, Pidesk fell in next to the other Wher, matching him for a few paces before turning aside, taking a different scent trail. It wasn't long before he started catching sight of Yosk weaving up ahead, leading them all on a very difficult chase. Smart little sister.
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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 Apr 30, 2010 5:24:41 GMT -5
Yoalla kicked the door shut with a satisfied smile, plunging the room into almost pitch darkness, relived only by a basket of dying glows cracked open enough to make the room different shades of shadow. Yoalla moved swiftly in the shadows, teasing, taunting, becoming nothing more than a swift touch of hands, lips, teeth, or nails that scored lightly on her chasers. So delightful they were, so hers. Did she really have to choose only one?
Yosk’s breath huffed in time with her strides as if driven out by the pounding of her feet on the earth, running in circles around her chasers, or at least most of the time, she seemed to have lost track of both Quintresk and Pidesk for a while but they were back with her now. Dmisk on the other hand seemed to be running circles of his own within her circles, much to Yosk’s amusement, giving her only glimpses of his pale blue hide through the thick jungle growth. The wild brown was the easiest to track the progress of by far, certainly she knew by those excited barks whenever she had crossed into his sight.
The whole experience was unexpected to Yosk, it was probably only the glow her hide had developed that made her so attractive at the moment but she was enjoying the experience of being pursued, just a little because she really didn’t deserve all this attention. The problem was that Yosk was aware she was slowing down, she was starting to feel each strike of paw against earth all the way up her legs and keeping her breathing quiet enough not to give the other whers an extra way to track her was becoming an effort. In short she was going to have to choose soon, and she didn’t want to, not when they’d all run so hard for her. She didn’t want to upset anyone, and they might not like her anymore if she didn’t choose them. A low whine of anguish escaped the nervous green.
Making an abrupt turn Yosk vanished into the undergrowth, slinking along as quietly as she could. If she couldn’t pick one that she really wanted, maybe she could dismiss the ones she didn’t want as much. The first decision was the easiest on the green’s conscience. Without hesitation she made a beeline for Pidesk, coming up beside the bronze neatly and reaching out to his mind with a burst of apology. She was honoured that he’d come out to chase her, and so early in evening when the light hurt him too, but she just couldn’t choose him, he was Eikask’s and he had more yet to do with the gold. With regret the green reminded the bronze that he would soon have a clutch to look after, then she peeled off back into the shadowed vegetation.
Though there was barely enough light in the room for Yoalla to be consciously aware of which handler exactly she was touching anymore, insofar as she was aware of anything at the moment, Piden became slightly ignored, touched less often, less intimately than the others.
She came upon Dmisk almost by accident, yes she had been trying to approach the blue but not come out directly in front of him. Sidestepping neatly from the blue’s path she let him know that he was forgiven for his lateness, she knew through Yoalla that he’d come as soon as he could. It was harder for her to dismiss the blue, Dmisk was a favourite of hers, and it showed in the regret that laced her mental touch as she withdrew and turned away from him. That left the two browns, and she could hear them both nearby, the sound of running so much more reliable than scent now that Yosk had been here, crossing and recrossing her own trail in so many places as she led the dance, and led her males after her forcing them to make criss crossing trails of their own.
Yoalla paused with her body pressed up against Dmitri’s, stilled for a moment, looking up at the much taller handler. It was with a whine of discontent that she drew away, hands lingering on his hips for a moment. Who did that leave?
Coming back out into the open in a spot where she could get both browns in her gaze Yosk stopped and swung her muzzle from side to side, looking at first one then the other. Physically there was very little to choose between the two dark males, emotionally there was the world, and it was the affection she already held for Quintresk that led her to bolt straight for him, touching the wild brown with a hint of regret. He was nice but Quintresk was her choice.
Yoalla’s gaze flitted between Piden and Dmitri for a moment or two, as if she couldn’t quiet decide which of them represented the wild brown, then she shrugged elegantly and spun around to wind her arms around Quintrell, a mildly apologetic sound rising from her throat before she focused all her attention on her chosen mate.
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