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Post by Rei on May 14, 2010 22:20:12 GMT -5
Harmony’s glow had become blinding over the past day. To the point where Darmori was avoiding looking at her. She had become violent, demanding, aggressive, and opinionated nothing like the mild mannered sweet gold he knew her as. He just couldn’t take it anymore. Not only that but her sleep schedule had also changed. Normally awake during the day she had switched in the past sevenday to being awake solely at nighttime, which to the candidate was odd. Until he remembered that the only bronzes who could possibly chase her only woke during the night.
Currently the largest of Selenitas’s gold mandyrs was perched on his bed post, fast asleep. Her tail was curled around her haunches, her sides rising and falling evenly and she looked totally at peace. However there was a sense of anticipation building in Darmori that was simply odd, and a bit unnerving. The boy ran his hand through his short hair noting that he would have to shave again soon. Stretching he gave a yawn and rolled over to try and get some sleep just as the gold stirred.
Yawning Harmony drew herself up to her full size, stretching in a cat like fashion and yawning before opening dark violet eyes. Upon her ‘throne’ the gold sat for a minute, gaining her bearings and testing the air before flaring her over large wings and extending her spines. Who seeks to be king? She called sweetly to the weyr at large, touching the minds of any male mandyr who would seek to listen to her. Harmony calls. You come. I wait not long. Her tone was sweet and tempting but there was an underlying violence to it as well as her tail lashed through the air.
Her wings twitched before she folded them back to their customary position along her back. Who would accept her summons? Which mandyr saw themselves worthy of being her mate? Let them come. Let them try and prove their worth. She would be the judge. Only the best could rule the mandyrs with her. The gold would accept nothing less than the best sire for her children, the best co ruler for her kingdom.
Darmori turned to look at the door and a soft hiss left his throat as he clambered out of bed, dressed only in a pair of shorts. His chasers would be coming soon he knew. The looks the other male candidates gave him where ignored. The wher candidate no longer cared about their views. All she wanted was the attention of her males. Her possible king. The candidate tossed his head before leaning against the bedpost and reaching up toward his gold pet. Harmony gave a soft lick to his fingers before leaping to his shoulder and taking her customary position there, tail curling about his throat tightly.
They where one yes? As such it only made sense for them to run as one. Her Mori would be her legs and she would be the brain. Perfect match they where. The mandyr had known this from hatching and their seamless blending only proved it. Two pairs of eyes locked themselves on the entrance at the first sound of footsteps in the hall. Come. “My Lovelies.”
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Post by rii on May 15, 2010 12:34:13 GMT -5
"Uh.."
Quintresk came to a smooth halt, head cocking to the side to peer out into the darkness upon feeling the sense of unease filling his. On patrol, as usual, the dark wher took any inklings of suspicious from his thief of a handler seriously. It could be possible he hadn't noticed something – a feline perhaps, sneaking up on him. Sixth sense is what Quintrell called it; feeling a pair of eyes watching you. Quintresk tail tip ticked back and forth as he made a full circle in the small area. "I think we should head back.."
She was bright. Blindingly so. Guru narrowed his eyes as if to shield his vision from her brilliant glow. It was impossible not to take notice of her, and out of curiosity, boredom, or a more primal pull, Guru found himself settled over the doorway just on the inside of the barracks belonging to the male candidates. His short black claws dug into the wood as he watched the gold move.. by means of her humanpet. His own dunghead was off in the jungle with the wherry-eater.
Not that he was thinking he was suppose to command his around to chase after her.. counterpart. Guru had not decided if her proposition interested him. She was a gold, so therefore a queen and her mate would be a king – but if she was just crazy and planned to rule over loyal subjects of stick bugs.. well, that didn't exactly sound very promising did it? And, as much as Guru wanted to just hang back and gauge her sanity by the personality of her chasers.. they were coming closer and it was either reveal himself or be discovered.
With a lazy curl of his long tail, Guru moved out into the dim lighting. He frilled in announcement of his arrival, letting the glossy color of his hide catch in the glow light. Bronze, bronze, bronze. He didn't need to prove anything more than that, right? With veiled caution Guru crooned to the beckoning queen.
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Post by Lotty on May 15, 2010 13:03:43 GMT -5
Ohhhhhhhhh. Now what was this lovely mess? Mojo just had a sixth sense for potential disaster and so of course he was going to pop in on not only a mandyr run...but a queen mandyr run because there was just something extra dangerous about flying after - and annoying - the pretty shinies. It was only fun to be obnoxious to those who take offense after all, other wise what is the point? He didn't know this particular gilded lady, but with an educated guess he would wager that she would not tolerate his shenanigans, after all she called for others of her own kind and not him. Well, he would teach her a lesson or two in equality and fair play, and with that thought in mind...let the games begin.
He flickered his wings gently - calmly even - as he watched from his hiding place atop a shelf in the barracks. There he would stay too, and watch as the others gathered. He wanted an audience when he made his official arrival onto the scene...nobody ever said that he didn't have a flair for bravado once in a while. All the while he took little notes...she was a big mandyr, but it would be too easy to make a fat joke. No, no, that wouldn't do. He leapt from one shelf to another to get another quick view, using his dark dark hide as camouflage amongst the shadows.
He saw only one chaser so far. Hmmf some queen this one was...all she attracted was that one funny looking bronze? The firelizard made a laughing sound - oh how good he was at mimicking people noises - from his spot in the the darkened corners. He was clearly mocking the queen and her lone suitor, but maybe a little ironically he still refused to put a wing forward and reveal himself. If one were to ask him it was all for the sake of surprises.
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Post by Requiem on May 17, 2010 2:13:40 GMT -5
Watch them catch you and think you're trying to one-up Darya by getting your paws on a candidate, Inocenth drawled from his position on their weyrledge, amusement shimmering over their bond. Think that would get us booted back to the kiddie wing? Back with all your soulmates, those of a maturity level identical to yours? It's worth a try. Ah, but which candidate should I choose to visit my awesomeness on? How am I to know? One ragdoll seems much the same as any other to me. I suppose you closed your eyes and played spin the bottle with me, then? Actually, I decided based on which candidate smelled the fruitiest.
So maybe applying adhesive to the seat of a chair in the wee hours of the morning - not long before Emoyan always breezed in to get his paperwork done - was a touch old school, but something had to be said for the classics. No one drugged F'ur without retaliation. Even if it was three turns in the coming. (If asked, he would say that it was plain cruel to pull shit with the newly dragonless, but Inocenth maintained that he'd simply forgotten the incident.) Meanwhile, Terror was listing all the possible things that could go wrong. It was dark in here, after all. Could turn an ankle. Walk into a nail and pierce your heart. There could be stalkers waiting in the shadows. What if he got stuck to his own glue, couldn't move, the others left him there for their own amusement for being such a prankster, and he starved to death? "For Faranth's sake, Terror, I'm pretty sure that if it comes to that I'm capable of moving a chair." Well don't get mad at him, he was just looking out for His, and look what he got for it? the blue sulked.
The broadcast from just a little further down the hallway stopped him short in his typical line of complaints, the ribbonlike salamandyr staring with wide eyes. A gold here? Running? Oh no, oh no, she wasn't going to want him here, and she'd try to eat him or worse, command her loyal chasers to eat him and he didn't want to be eaten that did not sound at all like a pleasant way to die they needed to go back right now. F'ur went crosseyed in an attempt to see the little one, his stride unchanged. "What are you going on about up there? I can feel my pulse picking up a few clicks," he whispered to the blue. (Wouldn't do to waken pesky candidates.)
No Mine, he insisted at his quietest, lest the queen hear him. "It definitely did pick up." The bluerider's pace didn't falter. Stop Mine, stop. "Not another shadow again. I told you they can't hurt you." STOP! F'ur visibily twitched, coming to a halt directly in the doorway and wiggling a finger in his ear, one eye squinted close. "Now was that really necessary?" he asked, in his usual quiet - though it certainly was no longer a whisper, seeing as how Terror had probably just woken everyone in the near vicinity - tones. The salamandyr was quivering, trying his best to hide in the man's curls. Why hadn't His listened to him earlier? Why?! She would definitely eat him now.
Sorry, sorry, he murmured to her timidly. No eat Terror. Pretty, pretty gold, must see, know can't king be, must see pretty gold, he explained, in a desperate attempt to sate her ire before he became mandyr food. Sorry. Terror go now. Please don't eat. F'ur was openly blinking at Darmori and his rather plump - NO DON'T INSULT HER - he wasn't it wasn't like she could read minds sheesh - parasitic attachment. "Is this what you've been fussing about, Terror?" Why look, Mine. You are awesome. The candidates come to you, and with little glowy worms as accessories.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on May 17, 2010 13:50:21 GMT -5
Imp was not, by nature, a night creature, being bonded to a dragonrider he highly preferred the virtues of the day. In fact the only reason he was out at night at all was because he’d been sleeping off his pursuit of an absolutely stunning green firelizard. He didn’t consider this as being unfaithful to any of the other females he’d pursued, or even to the few he’d won. No indeed, Imp was the most faithful salamandyr in the whole Weyr, why he was faithful to at least a dozen pretties right now, even if they would keep rejecting him out of hand.
The call startled him, not to mention confused him. A queen called for him? Well of course he must go! Without thinking at all the bronze changed course and all but bolted for the candidate barracks, then, suddenly he paused and flicked his frill up and down thoughtfully, not his kind of queen, not really, did he want to? But she called him, he had to go. Oh and she had so few to honour her with their presence too, the bronze noted as he rushed inside and down the corridor. He’d have to stay, and she really was quite pretty, nice big wings there, good size, and such a strong glow to her. In as much as Imp approved of any salamandyr queen, he approved of this one, much more so than that stunted fat one.
You call, I come. Here I. The bronze announced his intentions with a simple statement, no frills and no compliments at all. How did this sort of chase go again?
Like Imp, Darya was moving before she thought, before she was even really awake th bluerider had crossed her weyr and let herself out into the corridor, unconsciously moving in the direction of the nearest exit, and the candidate barracks.
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Post by Ruby on May 17, 2010 15:46:54 GMT -5
Unfortunately for Piden, Shells was finally adjusting to nightlife. Yes, the Handler got more sleep during the day, but at night he had to listen to a constant stream of half-sensible obscenities from the Bronze. Red had taken up a permanent cower in Piden's collar anytime she wasn't out bugging Auran (Piden really had to track down that firelizard's owner and apologize, maybe share some tips on getting Salamandyr puke out of white shirts). The Bronze, meanwhile, had taken over the apartment, building a fairly impressive stash of shiny rocks, pretty bits of metal and glass from who knows where. He was also stockpiling food, something that frusturated Piden to no end: the Bronze had no idea what would keep and what would spoil, so Piden had to clean the apartments out at least daily, trying to find all the food the little pest had hidden. Pidesk's sense of smell helped, but they didn't always find everything.
This 'morning', Piden had headed out to the Main Hall for some food, leaving Shells alone with his stash. Pidesk was out hunting with the intention of bringing some meat back for Eikask, who hadn't been able to do much hunting lately. It was halfway through his meal that Shells appeared, obviously frazzled. He had somehow strung a broken silver chain around his neck and spit a matching (but unfinished) silver brooch into Piden's lap, then, without apology, snatched one of the boiled fowl eggs Piden had been saving for the end of his breakfast. No firelizard egg, and not fresh, but it would have to do. Shells hadn't gotten his thieving paws on a firelizard next in weeks, which was obviously a tragedy for him and the rest of the world.
Piden raised an eyebrow at his pet, leaning back and crossing his arms before asking, "And what is this about?" He had an idea, though, judging by his increased heart rate and the flush in his cheeks. Shells, who had been muttering the whole time, lifted his useless wings at his mindmate and frilled once before looking over his shoulder in the direction of the candidate barracks. Pretty fire gold, she run! Biiig, big gold, tall like Shells! Piden's other eyebrow went up - he'd seen Harmony, the so-called "pretty fire gold", and 'tall' wasn't the first word that came to mind. He said as much to Shells, who actually spat in Piden's food. Beautiful, must have shiny. Nasty ugly Pidesk has nasty ugly shiny, Shells needs best one to match! Now: LIFT!
With a fairly unpleasant look on his face, Piden felt his legs straighten without any direct control from him. Stupid sharding sausages with their unfair control of his mind. Shells scampered up Piden's arm to sit regally on his shoulder, long legs crossed and stocky chest puffed up with ego. The egg shoved his mouth comically out of shape, but otherwise, he thought he looked quite regal. He told every passerby this, then shut up for about half a second as they entered the boy's section of the Candidate Barracks and he spotted Harmony. Hopping to a top bunk about even with Darmori's shoulder, he spat out the egg and shook his head until the chain fell loose, pooling at his feet. Give! he snapped at his handler (without bothering to stop wide broadcasting), and Piden held the brooch out to Darmori with a slightly glazed look. He'd found out long ago that it was much easier to give in to your mindmates than it was to fight them. With a very ostentatious bow, Shells offered the egg and addressed Harmony. Beautiful gifts for better beautiful Queen. Shells want Queen 'cause he should exist King, lovelies, need pretty Queen. Pretty lovely Harmony. Eggsy? The rest were, of course, below his notice. Once he had the shiny he could make them pay for trying to take her from him.
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Post by raii on May 17, 2010 17:04:28 GMT -5
Sari sat on the grass just outside the Weyr. Upasanath placed her head on her rider's lap. Sari massaged the large eye ridges with tender adoration. Mika, who had taken a particular liking to the green dragon, was curled up between two ridges on the pale back. Lazuli had perched on his favorite place, entwined with Sari's brown hair. Dusk stood just behind Mika, observing her sleep. The pinkish brown raised his head to the gold's call. She wanted bronze salamandyrs, no doubt. No matter. He, a brown flitter, could catch her just as easily as a bronze.
Sari rolled her eyes good-naturedly at the brown's silliness. Honestly, Lazuli stood more of a chance than the pink flit, and she was pretty sure blues didn't have a chance with golds. Dusk was (at risk of getting thumped or bit) quite unattractive. His coloring was a somewhat dull pink color. He was a bit chubby. His salamandyr origins showed in his short, thick legs. He had an awkward waddle, with widespread legs and a pressed out chest. He was a bit clumsy, of course. Sure, he had plenty of stamina, sure, but was a very slow flyer.
Lazuli was about the same size as Dusk. He was dark and handsome, a collector of ladies, a kindhearted womanizer. It was obvious why. He had lovely qualities, smooth almost to the point of feminine. His coloring was deep blues and purples. Sweet but mischievous, he entertained and coddled females. He gave a shy purring noise at Sari's compliments. Dusk hissed with resentment at Sari's insults.
Dusk took off into the air in spite of Sari's claims, attempting to be graceful. His liftoff was powerful, yes, but his wings twisted awkwardly as he attempted a midair twist. In embarrassment, he flew away from his and the other fire lizards. He would catch this gold! He was superior to all other fire lizards and salamandyrs. She would learn to like brown--not pink, brown--flitters.
Silly Duskpinklittle, you are pink! Upasanath crooned to the flitters back, much to his annoyance. Without warning, Lazuli suddenly took off. His Sari had told him he could do it, so maybe he could? Maybe he wouldn't be limited to only pretty greens, but also to pretty golds. He passed Dusk, calling to his (hopefully) Queen. He was a blue fire lizard, but she could love him, couldn't she? He dipped to the ground, flying with grace and power just a few feet above the ground.
Dusk, not to be outdone, shrieked to the gold. She would love him, would she not? He was beautiful and wonderful, was he not? Much better than those icky bronzes and the two weird blues that thought they could catch her! She was his; he had decided this. He would catch her. Yes. Sari sighed. Why did she have to have a difficult fire lizard like Dusk? And why did Lazuli take her so seriously! Do not worry, Saripersonlove. They will not catch the queen, as she does not like fire lizards and desires a bronze, but they will not be injured. Dusk might be mopey for a bit, though. Sari found herself in awe of her dragon's surprising insight once again. She never got used to the contrast between childish attitudes and intelligent observations of the tendencies of humans, dragons, and little dragon-esque cousins.
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Post by Rei on May 17, 2010 22:30:45 GMT -5
Harmony shifted on her perch and examined the first chaser to enter into the room. Bronze, and even through Guru didn’t offer his name or a introduction she recognized him from the night she had gotten lost. A soft croon was offered as well as a pleased brush to his mind. He needed stay so far away. Please come closer. The gold’s attention shifted in the next moment. Had she seen Mojo, she likely would have been quite displeased but the bronze was hiding and she had far more interesting things claiming her attention. A new chaser for example, also a mandyr.
The yellow gold examined Terror and a brief amused shade colored her eyes before it went back to the customary purple. A little blue for her? He was so complementary to. Calling her pretty. Adorable little one he was, and properly humble. Yes she liked him. Shifting to better face him Harmony crooned, the sound low and loving. Not be afraid. Eat you will not. Welcome is Terror. Most welcome. A caressing brush was given his mind complete with her approval. Yes he had shown the proper respect she was due. He may try his hand blue or not.
Imps arrival was noted with a happy chirp. Oh this bronze was new one she had not seen but very handsome in his own right. Imp. She would remember his name and he was punctual and came when called which gave him points. Good bronze. It looked like she had a suitable gathering and she had just about decided to start when another bronze entered. Slowly turning Harmony was still and expressionless as Shells arrived and made his way over to her. The gold apprised him silently until he offered his gift and proclamation. The way he ordered around the bigger male made her a tad uneasy but the egg more than made up for it. A happy croon left her maw as she picked up the leg in her fore claws and examined this new bronze who came bearing gifts and compliments. Confident he was. Perhaps a bit too confident. He would have to prove that he could back it up. All in all the gold was beyond happy with her choices. The egg was carefully dropped to the bed for later nomming. No time to eat now. She needed a king.
Darmori’s eyes shifted to F’ur, a soft croon emerging from his lips and a comforting smile following. Little blue he was so adorable, maybe she would keep him. He would at least be allowed to chase. The other bronze was watched with half lidded eyes as he offered her the brooch. Taking it with a soft hand his eyes flicked up to the bronze. Handsome and bearing gifts. Hmm didn’t he know she couldn’t be bought? He would have to prove himself like the rest. She was however appreciative. To show such Darmori gently took Piden’s hand and gave a soft kiss to his cheek. Drawing back he smiled. “Thank you.” Stepping backwards he gave a finally look to his chasers just as his gold gave one to hers. Now was the time.
Harmony directed Darmori towards the corridor, time to run. Problems however soon arrived and Harmony shrieked her eyes going crimson in half a breath. How dare the ugly ones invade her run! The gold lashed her tail and shrieked at Dusk. Not yours! Never yours. Dung eater! Flaring her wings wide she dug her talons into her bonded’s shoulder to steady herself as she shrieked again. Even worse he thought to claim her. Well let him get close enough and she would make him bleed. Her run could not be put off any longer, not for these worthless winged ones.
Rejection was shoved into the mind of Dusk but Lazuli was ignored. He could drool over her if he wished he did not warrant her attention. To her salamandyr chasers she gave a loving brush and folded her wings. Darmori moved then, making for the door and the corridor beyond. He dodged around F’ur and pelted down the hallway past Darya and toward the smell of the night. Harmony upon his shoulder crooned happily. Why run yourself when you had a slave to do the work for you?
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Post by Requiem on May 18, 2010 8:31:28 GMT -5
Inocenth's wicked laughter was rolling through his head. Oh, now isn't that just priceless? Sounds like the fat little worm wants our resident annoyance to add color to all the boring metallic fare. F'ur couldn't help his own chuckle as he eyed Harmony incredulously. Terror was frozen stiff, and from the tambour of thoughts - most of them ranging along how cruel it was for a gold to be toying with him like that and a scared squeak as Piden brushed past them - it didn't seem like he'd be giving her any more of a reaction than that. "Nice try, goldie, but I think you have enough chasers of the large and shiny variety," F'ur commented, not altogether unkindly. "If it's any consolation, he'd probably just faint halfwa-"
You wouldn't think a silly kid crooning at him could stop him cold, but it wasn't so much the kid as a reluctant curiosity in the croon, and he just knew that wasn't him. Despite having a weyrmate a good ten turns younger and enjoying the company of the younger generations, F'ur was most decidedly not interested in children. Not like that. Inocenth's laughter had taken a mocking turn. Pricelesssss, he commented sibilantly.
Salamandyr and bluerider both jumped visibly at the sudden screaming, Terror burying into F'ur's curls and quivering there as the man's head dipped, eyes slitting. He pivoted away from the door, still very much himself despite Terror's admittedly stronger grasp on him. And yes, he was more than just irritated that a gold was playing with his blue like that...poor thing had enough issues without being nice to him, then turning on a dime and screaming at him. (Which really was just proof that Terror had his mental tendrils buried deep. F'ur was usually observant enough that he would have noticed the screaming coincided with Dusk's arrival.) Terror whined softly, curling tighter in his hair when a mental brush quieted him.
It...it felt like she loved him. No, no couldn't be. But what if she did? It was so unlikely that any salamandyr would ever love him after Simper - Lililove guarded him but more as a matter of claiming than what he'd consider true fondness, though of course he liked being protected, even if she scared him quite often - that he didn't think this was a chance he could pass up.
A hissing gasp, and the jar slid from his fingers, exploding all over the floor just as Darmori passed. Adhesive. The bluerider squeaked, darting forward and staring back at it. Why...were people throwing things at him? Terror jumped, coiling over himself to latch onto a wall, his little legs gunning. Floor was hazardous, especially with all the humans, but here he could chase her yes. F'ur picked up one foot, then the other, feeling the resistance. Coated in the adhesive...the floor was trying to eat him! Where was the golden love? She would save him from the floor. Pressing up as close to the wall as he could, he scampered down the hall after her, trying not to panic as the floor continued gripping at his feet. Not good, not good.
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Post by rii on May 18, 2010 10:02:37 GMT -5
The brush to his mind felt sensible enough. Come closer, she beckoned, but Guru was still wary of her sanity. The last thing he wanted was to venture too close and get snatched up by her humanpet. Yes, no doubt she would lead them on a merry chase to the kitchens and piper them into a boiling pot of water with the help of her humanling. Mandyr soup with a dash of pepper for the lovely, plump queen (Ridiculous, he knew, but that didn't stop him from discrediting her intentions).
With a casual air, Guru moved along the edge of doorframe while monitoring the arrival of additional chasers. Fire-lizards were ignored on principle (especially the one he could hear tittering, tch). Three more salamandyrs, two of which were riding on their human counter-parts. Guru must have missed the memo about the requirements needed to participate in the gold's chase. A shot of impatience went out across his bond to his mindmate. Hurry up. The brown behemoth could do the skulking about the weyr on his own. He had a use for his right now. Imagine that, his actually being useful.
Quintrell gave forth a small groan of annoyance. He didn't need to inform his dark wher about the situation. Quintresk was a analytical creature, and even though Guru had never chased during his waking hours, the wher could connect the dots as easily as the next person or draconic. He touched the mind of the watch wher paired with him for the night – would have to excuse him from duty for a short while, the small bronze pet of His was chasing – the brownpair emerged from the trees alongside the barracks. Quntrell dismounted.. in an ungraceful heap. He stumbled forward, trying to find his footing while still fighting off Guru's influences. Easier to do this time when he was actually awake when the little guy chased. It was Quintresk that he found impossible to protest against. And the thief would have won, if not for the sudden appearance of the bobbing gold on the shoulder of the – oh he didn't care who/what it was she rode because as soon as his eyes hinged on Harmony's brilliant glow he saw little else.
Deciding that it wasn't wise to remained up in the ranks of fire-lizards – didn't want her mistaking him for one of those – Guru made his way down the the doorframe to touch against the floor. Much better, couldn't fall now. Not like he would, mind you, but he'd rather avoid a repeat of his slip-up in Shard's run. He made it a few bounds closer to Harmony's when her shriek made him skitter to a halt, the shattering jar further freezing him against the floor as he took stock of the situation. His head tilted up to view the faces of the humanthings and the riding salamandyrs; unmindful of the liquid oozing closer to him.
Until it touched against his front leg, and his long tail that constantly was curling about. Guru skirted away from the sticky substance, shaking his fore limb in distaste. Oh – but now she was running. Or, rather, riding. Feeling just a little awkward chasing on his own legs (since when did walking on his own become odd?) Guru darted after Damori's heels.. his graceful bound periodically interrupted by the shaking of his front claw and whipping of his tail as he tried to remove the substance and not understanding why it clung to him.
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Post by Ruby on May 18, 2010 15:01:39 GMT -5
Shells had sat back on his haunches, meerkat style, as Harmony examined her present. Quiet queen, this one was... maybe not that smart, Shells reasoned, although that didn't put him off like it normally would. Beauties, he decided, didn't need to be that smart. She had accepted his gift, however, so maybe she was smarter than she was letting on? Either way, Shells had decided that she was worth the chase. He fluttered the paw at the end of his awkwardly long arm as he bent at the waist, nearly overbalancing when he tried to lift his stubby tail into a dignified curl. To distract her from his wobble, Shells launched into a new monologue, this one with the patterns and inflection of poetry.
Harmony Gold, Shells is Bronze, Neither are old, So love like the Fonz!
Even the Bronze seemed confused by this (certainly not his best work), but luckily Harmony had been distracted partway through by the arrival of the two lizard-worms. If she shrieked over the end of the poem, so what? The Run was beginning, this was no time for fancy poetry. Shells turned to his human with a solicitous Denden ready for Shells to win? and prepared to leap to his shoulder, only to find Piden distracted. What was this, pay attention to anything but Shells hour? Apparently so. This did not sit well with the red-bronze Salamandyr, but he couldn't waste time on that for the moment.
Where Shells was... verbose, to say the least, Piden was silent. He accepted Darmori's kiss with a smile, bowing his head graciously to accept the Candidate's thanks. He was ready to go, but it was nice to be favored with a touch so early in the chase. As Darmori provided a shoulder for Harmony and moved away, Piden trailed a few steps, unable to take his eyes off the joined Golds. It was Shells that broke him out of his trance: Shells squawking in indignation as he missed Piden's shoulder, vainly flapping his thin wings in an attempt to stay in the air. He caught his mindmate's pantleg as Piden moved off after the Golds, shrieking as Piden tried to leave without him.
The poor Handler was totally lost. This was not his first mating run, and this was not how it worked. Shells had his own race, and although they always ran together, usually it wasn't quite so physically together. Mainly to quiet the Bronze down, Piden leaned over, trying to detangle Shells and explain to him that he had to chase on his own. As soon as Piden had released his tangled claws, however, Shells ran up his arm, and directed, Chase! We must not lose the pretty goldy! She must be tired already, running on top of my brain all day! Shaking his head at Shells' butchered pick-up line, Piden started off after Darmori, paying about as much attention to the other chasers as Shells was. Clearly, every single one of them was beneath his notice.
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Kisha-Ra
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Post by Kisha-Ra on May 18, 2010 16:42:27 GMT -5
Imp preened a little at the queen’s notice, and raised both frill and wings, showing the swirling patterns of bronze shades on the membranes for her admiration. However another bronze had already come to present himself. A younger male, loud, and almost certainly a cheater. Look at that, he’d already brought a bribe with him, and got his pet to bring a bribe for hers! But though they accepted the gifts neither queen nor pet showed any sign of favouring the red bronze and his.
Oh that was how it was supposed to go was it? Imp trotted gamely along in Damori’s wake, where was Darya? Didn’t she know he was supposed to have a ride for this sort of chasing? He sent a demand for her to hurry up, then paused, stretching up onto his hind legs as the gold shrieked her displeasure. Clearly it was easy to give offence in this chase, but for the life of him the bronze couldn’t see what the firelizards had done to offend, alright they weren’t bronzes, but the brown might do if he could keep up (which Imp doubted), and the blue, well, she had accepted Terror… Well maybe it was the noise that put her off, he’d better stay quiet and get his ride. That was bound to work.
Darya cursed, and scrubbed at her eyes with the back of one hand. She knew very well what finding herself wandering through the Weyr before she was even awake meant, and she didn’t like it at all. Where was she anyway, the candidate barracks? Oh no, no, whatever little firelizard Imp liked could just do without him. She didn’t need to sleep with a candidate on top of everything else. She was so grabbing him and running off before this could really get started.
Or at least that was the plan, however seeing a salamandyr queen in the corridor blindsided her enough that she paused. Imp never went after his own kind, well except once, but he’d bitten the tail of another chaser (inspiring Darya to try and remove R’wign’s ear with her teeth), and generally sulked for a week afterwards. Unfortunately trying to work the situation out through a sleep fogged mind, half merged with a lustful salamandyr stalled Darya a little too long.
As Darmori and his glowing salamandyr passed Darya turned on one foot to watch them. Forgetting her purpose, and indeed everything but the brightly glowing little queen, Darya ran after them at an easy loping pace. Behind her Imp hissed curses of his own. Didn’t she get the message? He was supposed to be carried for this event!
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Rei
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Post by Rei on May 19, 2010 12:23:21 GMT -5
Darmori continued to pelt down the hallway for his part staying silent. It was a good thing the candidate barracks where on the ground floor. He didn’t have to run long before they where outside like Harmony had requested. Although the candidate part of the bond was quiet the queen mandyr on his shoulder was for once not. Come lovelies. Not be slow ~ She said caressingly to her chasers, taking a backwards glace as hers stopped to examine his surroundings. Yes very good they where all coming. It also looked like the ugly nasty firelizards had maybe given up. That made her very happy. Didn’t want or need them messing up her run. Tilting her head she caught sight of one of her bronze chasers and prodded hers. Time to move Mori and better hurry they where coming quickly. Couldn’t get caught quite this soon. No, no wouldn’t be right.
In response the candidate looked over this shoulder to get a glimpse of his pursuers. Piden and Darya for one where far too close for comfort. Darmori spun around on his heel and gave them a soft smile, complete with beckon, before trotting backwards a few steps and then spinning to dart down the canyon path leading towards the jungle. As the boy concentrated on keeping his feet under him Harmony brushed the minds of her mandyrs with encouragement. So far she was extremely pleased with their progress. Even the little blue one pleased her currently. Loyal he seemed and she liked that. The red bronze was amusing in his loudness. The other ones where both charming in their own ways, even if silent. Which didn’t matter to her either way. In fact she preferred them silent. It told her that they where concentrating on what needed to be concentrated on. Her.
As the path ended her ‘mount’ shot off into the jungle and paused for a moment to get his bearings. Hmm where to next? Ah that looked promising. With a backwards glance to gauge the location of her chasers Darmori shot to the left, leaping over a fallen log before trotting off towards a boggy area. Clambering onto a dead tree crossing the murky mess beneath, he stuck his arms out to the sides for balance and carefully made his way across the small thing unsteady thing. Leaping down at the other end and spinning around the pair took a moment to eye their lovely chasers and their progress. He gave them a few moments to make their moves before Harmony prodded him to move again. Must keep moving. With a happy trill and a teasing laugh from Darmori the pair where off again, moving through the undergrowth with a particular destination in mind.
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Post by Lotty on May 19, 2010 15:28:59 GMT -5
Give up? Give up?! As if! Mojo was merely exercising his right to anonymity thank you very much, and he was doing oh so well as he watched the gathered come together and inwardly mocked each one of them in his own little way. Ugh look at that blue...was a scared little waste of existence, he have enough fun just frightening the wits out of that one, but then again, that would be too easy, and the trickster thought himself much too smart to go about doing anything the easy way. He took another glance around, there was that bronze with the poetry...ugh, that was worse than the stuff his pet wrote in his secret diary. And there was a present involved too?
Mojo could come up with presents too. She'd just see...they would all see how resourceful he could be, but later, much later. The bronze had yet to make his official appearance after all - an opportunity he found would be perfect in the jungles they were headed to. Falling behind to the very, very, last of the pack - he wasn't even counting the other firelizards, if they hoped to have a chance, then they shouldn't have been so loud around a bunch of creatures like salamandyrs - he silently followed until they were in the thick of the under growth. This is when the mysterious little bronze decided to come out.
It was dark, dark, dark, just like he liked it, and choosing to cross that log, well that only gave the winged one time to catch up. Violet eyes found Belior's light justttt right, and they stuck out like bright reflectors in the woods. Perfect for when he spun off ahead of the others and sat right up high on a branch that hung over their paths. Ta-da! He chattered again in a eerie sort of way, trying his best to imitate the child like squeals of felines in the woods before plopping down on Darmori's shoulder for the briefest moment, his cheeky little expression screamed, "Why hello Harmony, fancy seeing you here!" But then in another second, he was gone...back into the shadows, making one sort of wonder just who was chasing who now?
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Post by Ruby on May 19, 2010 17:39:39 GMT -5
There was literally nothing that could shut Shells up, and he wasn't about to stop talking simply because no one else was. Muttering compliments that were only about 25% sense, he leaned forward on Piden's shoulder, urging his mindmate to go faster. As Piden picked up the pace, Shells trilled aloud, flaring his stubby wings as if he were actually flying. This felt good, moving so fast without working for it! He'd have to make his Denden do it more often. Maybe the big ugly Bronze thing would carry him, too. In a rambling sing-song tone, he assured Harmony, Come-ing, come-ing, coming coming coming! Well, else after catching, but for now, for running!
Piden was fairly surprised that he was managing to keep up as well as he was. He wasn't out of shape or anything, he just wasn't the best for endurance. Shells' energy seemed to be pouring into his legs, though, keeping them moving long after Piden (under his own jurisdiction) would have stopped. Darmori's beckoning finger only spurred him on, and Piden had to clamp a hand over Shells' back to keep the Bronze from blowing away when he frilled at the nearby Darya and Imp. Too close, ugly little things, he spat, snapping in Imp's direction. Suiting actions to Shells' words, Piden cut Darya off, hissing in her direction. Probably not necessary, but Piden wasn't fussed.
The extra speed proved to be a bonus as Darmori headed off the path, into the deeper jungle. Piden was barely able to keep the Candidate in sight, but certainly the others couldn't see him at all around Piden. They'd just have to trust that he was going the right way. He was distracted, trying to think of a way to use this to his advantage without losing Darmori when his foot hit something cold and wet. "Gah!" he exclaimed as he pulled his boot out with a thwup of suction. Good thing he had watch later tonight and had worn his workboots - a slipper or more casual shoe would have been long lost, and that would have put him out for sure. Shaking his foot out, Piden considered for just a split second. That log was sure to be slippery in a mud-covered boot, but if he didn't cross it, he'd have to go around, or through the bog. The log it was. Carefully extending his arms, he placed his feet with care, managing not to slip until he'd made it over (no doubt leaving a nasty, slimy trail in his wake).
Shells, however, hadn't waited for his foolish human. The Bronze scampered up a tree, hopping from branch to branch over the swamp rather than crossing the log. This kept him closer to Harmony's eye level, something he assumed was a good idea. Loverlies Harmony, yours Throne is extra fast! he informed her - but then again, Shells was fast, too. In an attempt to impress her, the gold-faced bronze stretched across a gap that was just a tad too big for him to jump. He flared his wings proudly, ready to glide to a perfect landing - only to fall with a splat just to Darmori's right. Oops. Maybe he should wait for HIS throne to catch up. All this running (read: falling) couldn't be good for one of his noble composition.
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