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Post by Administrator on Feb 1, 2011 19:07:24 GMT -5
Guide to Whers Written by Weaving So you’ve got a candidate. That’s great! You’ve filled out the candidate questions at the bottom of your character biography when you come to the question “dragon, wher or both?”. Most people put down dragon, this is a weyr after all! But what about the whers? Don’t they deserve some love too? In most cases though, it’s not a matter of whers not being loved, it’s simply a matter of people being informed about how amazing they really are. So, here is this guide, to answer all the questions you could possibly ever have. What is a wher? Wher’s are similar to dragons in many ways and drastically different in others. They come in the same colors as dragons, but their hide is much thicker and stronger than dragons and doesn’t flake. Like dragons, greens do not clutch. They can weigh anywhere from 600 to 800 pounds and are generally the height of a pony or small runner. They are more muscular than dragons with body that looks to be poorly designed. Despite the fact that their feet have only two claws and a single pad for balance, they move surprisingly fast with great agility. They also sport wings, though these appear to be useless for whers cannot fly. Whers have a keen sense of smell and hearing and can see effectively in the dark. They are photophobic creatures, with eyes that have no facets. This allows for the light to enter and reflect, making it easy fo them to see when there is little light. This also means that too much light irritates them, making it impossible for them to go out during the day. Instead they are night creatures. Their eyes change color depending on their mood, much like that of dragons and firelizards. Like dragons, they can also between, with or without the assistance of a human. Wild whers vs. Domestic whers[/b] There are two main differences between wild and domestic whers. First, wild whers are not as large as domestic whers, which can get to be as big as large runners. Wild whers tend to be more pony-sized. Secondly, while domestic whers could have their photophobic traits catered to by the humans who cared for them, wild whers could not. Those whers who could handle more light than their brothers tended to survive to breed. These traits were passed down and, over time, wild whers got to the point where they could see during dawn and dusk without too much trouble. The rest of the time they're half-blinded, though they only risk actually going blind permanently during the hours when the sun is highest. If absolutely necessary, wild whers can move about during midday for very short periods of time by squinting their eyes to minimize the amount of light let in. They will only do this during a situation that is life or death. Domestic whers cannot abide going out except at night, and will be blinded by any sunlight. Bonding With a Wher and Communication Unlike dragons, whers do not need to impress to a person in order to survive. Rather than impressing, they bond with people and are able to re-bond if their bonded person dies. When bonding, the wher takes a part of the person’s name and then adds –sk to the end. (ex. John impresses green Josk) The more of the person’s name that is included in the wher’s name, the stronger the bond. Rather than speak words, whers communicate with emotions and images, much like firelizards do. They are fairly intelligent creatures, though less so than a dragon and rely more on instinct as opposed to logic. Bonds between a wher and a person are forged with blood. At a hatching, wher candidates are given knives. If they are approached by a wher, their job is to make a small incision, usually on the palm, and let the wher drink the blood. Unlike dragon candidates, wher candidates do not have to be officially searched and can simply choose to show up at a hatching. Once bonded, both wher and wherling must attend wherling lessons. These last for six months, at which point in time the wher becomes mature. At maturity, females begin to Run. A wher run affects the person bonded to the wher with the same amount of intensity of a greenflight. Uses for Whers The most common use of whers is in mining, for they are able to see very well and their heightened senses make it easy to detect dangerous gases or pressure changes in the air. They are also used as guards in holds, as they are extremely territorial and can be taught to alert the hold to intruders. At Selenitas, a nightwatch was formed to guard the weyr at night from possible Benden or Fort attacks. While it was temporarily disbanded, the Watch is back thanks to the efforts of the new generations of whers.
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Post by Administrator on Jan 29, 2009 7:12:19 GMT -5
Shmee poured herself another glass of wine. She was alone in the dining hall. S’rei was with Shei, wasn’t he? She smiled. She loved how he loved being with their baby. It also gave her a night to enjoy some wine. A new shipment of Benden white had arrived from the holds. Shmee, like any good Weyrwomen would do, was sampling it first. She chuckled. Just testing it for poison, she thought drolly. That was always her excuse. Nobody else had broken into the wine yet, so this excuse might actually hold up this time. Casually stroking Arlo as she raised her glass to her lips, she paused. Maybe, when she went back, she could see if S'rei was willing to try having another child again. Shei could use a sibling... The thought made her fill with joy as she happily downed her wine. Yes. A sibling for Shei. They needed more offspring, and that was a sure fact. Now, how to convince him of doing that...
Mine, I think some of that wine has gone to your head,[/color] Aslath rumbled in amusement. Remember how painful it is to clutch?[/color]
"Yes, but it's so worth it," she said sleepily. "Remember how nice it is to watch your children grow up around you?"
Yes, but I do not like having to push them out of a small hole in my body,[/color] Aslath pointed out. It's worse for me, though. I have to do more than you do.[/color]
Shmee let out a small giggle. This wine was making her all amused with life... and sleepy. It had been too long since she had enjoyed wine, she reasoned. Her body wasn't used to it. She took another sip. "Soon, Shei will be talking like an actual human being," she commented. "More than the babblings she does now. Though, someone taught her how to curse, apparently. I bet it was Laurie... Laurie always does things like that..."
In her mind's eye, she could see Shei and S'rei together. And Aslath and Salenth were in the background... And little Miguel was there in the dream, too! She smiled distantly. "So sweet," she murmured. "I love having a family. I'd love more."
Mine, are you feeling all right?[/color] Aslath asked uncertainly. Hers was drifting in and out...
"Really would love it," she mumbled, a wide smile breaking out over her face. Then wordlessly, yet gracefully, she slumped in her seat, with her bright smile frozen on her delicate features. In fact, she looked just as if she were sleeping.
Aslath was the one who broke the fantasy of sleep. With a heartbroken keen, the great golden queen of Selenitas pushed herself into the air, winking between. She would follow Hers wherever she went-- even into death. Arlo, as soundlessly as ever, also leaped off of Shmee's cold shoulder, disappearing instantly. Still, Shmee continued to smile her eerie, unmoving smile. She was already long between.
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Post by Administrator on Jan 20, 2009 8:24:30 GMT -5
Just keep in mind for when you're making other charries (particularly that are older than Virion), you should make sure to add info about their view of the old Selenitas and etc. But considering Virion would have been young at the time, he's fine, I think. ^^
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Post by Administrator on Jan 20, 2009 8:19:54 GMT -5
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Post by Administrator on Jan 16, 2009 9:32:43 GMT -5
The age is cutting it close, but I think he passes. Double approved on the bronzerider app and the charrie app, buttttt you're still at 48 posts, and no exceptions to the flitter rule. >>; So once you hit that mark, I'll approve him. ^^
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Post by Administrator on Jan 8, 2009 19:39:29 GMT -5
Anemith warbled proudly. She had heard some of the males that chased her were calling for her, which pleased her. Still, it wouldn't make her biased toward them. All in all, they were just losing energy. But what pleased Anemith was that it was all for her. She had the males practically doing flips for her! These boys were at her beck and call. She was their master. She owned them. And this was precisely why she was going to get right into their face. She wanted to prove to them that it was she who was the dominant dragon. But these boys would soon find out that not only would she say that she was the dominant, but she would also prove it. She would turn these males into females for her! In skies where dragon against dragon occurred only in most desperate situations, Anemith was determined to rectify it. The North had given dragon fighting a bad name. Humans sometimes liked pain for sexual pleasure; Anemith happened to be one of these sadists.
Dipping a wing, she spun backwards quickly into her males. Coming up against Kindrith, she struck him with her claws, wanting badly to draw blood. She wanted the sky to rain blood today! She let out a long bellow to warn the other males that they would be next. If there were any weaklings in the crowd, she thought it would be wise of them to give up now. Of course, she'd let them discover that themselves. After all, didn't they want her? Hopefully, their desire for her would overcome their worry of being injured.
Executing a perfect barrel-roll, she made sure to collide directly into Angth. However, since she wasn't done with her Flight just yet, she needed to get off of him. Using him as a launch, she pushed off of him with her claws. She hoped she leaved scratches! The thought made her nearly drown in lust. How she loved a scar-stricken dragon to catch her! If he was able to pull himself out of that state, then more hope for him! If not, then he would just be proved to be another little weakling. Adding insult to injury, she flicked her glowing tail in his face as she rushed as far away from the males as possible. She needed more time to come up with more ideas...
And she thought of one! How could she have overlooked such a bold move? Hissing, she bent in a steep dive, aiming for the river beneath the Falls. As the wind whipped at her face, she was able to keep her eyes open in narrow slits. To make sure her plan worked, she needed to be able to see. Just when she was about to collide with the river, she pulled up, at an angle so sharp that she almost back-flipped. Startled, she righted herself. Did anyone fall into the water? She hoped so. She loved knocking males out of the sky.
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Post by Administrator on Jan 5, 2009 16:13:29 GMT -5
HOLY GOD, SOCUTE ILY<333333333 Thanks so much, lovebutt! <3
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Post by Administrator on Jan 3, 2009 22:24:17 GMT -5
So many males! Anemith absolutely crowed with glory. Sure, there were no bronzes, but who needed those fools anyway? The most sensible dragon was a brown, and she had no shortage of them! Only question was, did she like any of them? If she didn't, there was always one of those dashing young blues. So many fine choices! Pity she couldn't choose all of the ones that caught her fancy. But it would be they who had to prove himself. Well, she'd lead them on one heck of a Chase! Letting out another daring trumpet, she began her Flight with smooth zigzags, straight across the treetops, with no sign of ascending yet. Ohhh, but she would, wouldn't she? Yes, she was going to keep them confused until the last minute. She was a crafty green, she had to say. She had had enough experience in these Flights to know that she was the ultimate master, and that these were her hairy little followers. She flicked her tail flirtatiously, planning on getting her puppets worked up for her.
As her zigzags increased, they also became smaller and sharper, and she began to add a slow ascent to them. It was probably noticeable, but it was nothing compared to what she wanted to plan. Truthfully, she was just trying to right her body so that she could be at the best possible angle to shoot up. Once she was aiming around a sixty degree angle for the clouds, she brought her wings close to her body and shot upwards, pumping them as hard as she could. It would be tiring, but it would also force her males to work as hard as they could to keep up with her. She was a green, so she was speedy as it was, however, she needed to be so fast that she would catchy the bulky boys off their guard.
She grunted as she forced herself higher and higher. Once she would level off, she would feel better, but right now, it was a rough strain on her wings. At least she could look forward to a long cuddle with whatever dragon caught her after the Flight... Just the thought made her croon with excitement!
When her limit was reached, Anemith leveled off. Catching a thermal, she glided, trying to formulate a plan of attack. Oh yes, these males were going to get what they were looking for-- even if it wasn't Anemith herself... She lifted her claws, and looked back. Who would be her first victim?
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Post by Administrator on Jan 2, 2009 21:26:15 GMT -5
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Post by Administrator on Jan 2, 2009 21:15:08 GMT -5
Any time, now. Lura had dropped Liralla off for a playdate with another weyrbrat, to keep the girl away while a Flight would happened. Lura looked over at Anemith's sleeping body out on the weyrledge. She was ready. She had dressed in very loose clothing for easy removal, she was sitting by the door to make a run for the Flight rooms at the first sign of Anemith's awakening, and she had sent Zamora and Zanna away. All in all, she was ready. She hoped it wouldn't be someone annoying that she woke up with. Or a child. She rolled her eyes. It would be a pity to wake up with another fresh youngling. A big man, someone with muscle, someone who had so much prowess that she might even want to go with him again. But she sighed. Really, how many people in Selenitas were worth her time? There were softies, and idiots. Nothing in between. She wanted someone rough for a casual fling in the furs with-- not a dainty little mama's boy, or someone who thought she should be groveling to be with him...
A roar stopped her dreamings in her tracks, and she looked wildly at Anemith. Shard it! Stupid, she hadn't been paying enough attention to Anemith because she was so focused on her thoughts...! Breaking into a run, Lura darted upwards toward the Flight Rooms. She needed to get there before Anemith decided to get her green, glowing behind up in the air.
She bellowed out a challenge-- both Anemith and Lura did. Lura's was only a small, human one, whereas Anemith was a loud roar. She wanted her males now! Would any dare chase her? Anemith wasn't the type to docilely fly around in the air. Anemith got involved in her Flights, flying between her males, snapping at them... Oh yes. They would know that it was she they were after, and not some random green. So very few males would escape unscathed from her wild Flight. She roared. She wanted all colors. She wanted every male...
Lura leaped into the Flight Rooms, growling ferally, lost to Anemith instantly. Every male!
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Post by Administrator on Jan 2, 2009 19:02:13 GMT -5
Shmee hid a smile behind her hand. Pasine and Danar, she quickly decided, were a match made by Faranth. The way she hugged Danar was simply too sweet. Though she couldn't hear what Pasine whispered to him, Shmee was certain that whatever she was saying had to be a confession of love of sorts. Besides, what would have made her hug the boy so hard after words like that? No, Shmee was certain it was love, and it was sweet. But when Pasine got back down, her expression made it dawn on Shmee that the hug she just gave in must have been painful. Well, that was certainly dedication right there. She lowered her hand, pleased nonetheless. She waved a hand in dismissal as the girl murmured her thanks. For what? She hadn't done anything except come to check in on her. Besides, it was because of a dragon that hatched out of Aslath's clutch that she felt responsible for this.
Don't even try to pin the blame all me. That idiot blue got it all from his father,[/color] Aslath commented wryly. Shmee resisted the urge to laugh.
Nodding cheerfully, Shmee got up and wandered over to the bags. With a brief glance back at Shei, she began digging through them to find the black brush that Pasine had spoken of. As she did this, Shei's smile slowly made its way back to her little face. "Yeah," she said, growing more confident as Pasine was talking more, and about her mother's flitter. "Awwo," she explained, unable to pronounce the R and the L correctly. Shmee chuckled, but didn't correct her. She was proud that her daughter was able to get that much out. She wasn't able to say much yet, but she could say "Ma", "Da", "Sa", and "Awwo", the names of the people she knew (Except Aslath-- she couldn't figure out a name for the queen yet). Arlo flicked his tail in acknowledgement of his poorly butchered name. Shmee found the brush among Pasine's belongings, so she came back to the bed.
Humming a little, she sat back down on the cot, delving right into gently taming the knots in the girl's hair. The hair wasn't as clean as Shmee generally was a fan of, but it wasn't the girl's fault. She couldn't wash her hair while unconscious. "You have very nice hair," she said cheerfully. "Yeah!" Shei piped up enthusiastically, climbing up onto the cot and settling near Pasine's legs. Arlo took the opportunity to scramble off of Shei's back, and climbed up to curl up next to Pasine's thigh, making purring sounds as he nuzzled the girl. Shmee raised an eyebrow. "I can ask Shei to get down if you want," she told the girl hastily. She thought Shei would be fine, but she wanted to make sure the girl was comfortable first.
As she was brushing, the boy was suddenly speaking to her. Raising an eyebrow, she looked up, never pausing in her even strokes. Private? Was it about Pasine? Did this boy need love advice? She smiled brightly. "Absolutely!" she replied cheerfully. Stopping the brushing, she said, "Can you watch Shei for a moment? I'll leave Arlo here. But I don't think we'll be gone long?" she said, raising her voice for a question to make sure it wouldn't be too long. Arlo crooned softly, a rare sound for the blue to make, continuing to nuzzle the girl encouragingly.
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Post by Administrator on Dec 31, 2008 22:49:37 GMT -5
Shmee continued to run her fingers through Pasine's hair, not seeming to care how messy or dirty it might be. She did, however, try to straighten some of the knots out with her fingers. This was her zone; she loved taking care of people. She was very well used to it after taking care of S'rei, so this was nothing new. Gently loosening the girl's knots, she frowned. Was there a comb or something nearby? Well, she could always grab one from the closet, but she wouldn't leave her yet. When Pasine began to speak, Shmee slowly sat down on the cot beside her, careful not to touch her body. She didn't know how much of the girl was injured, but she wanted to look less intimidating by sitting down. "It got you?" she repeated quietly, trying to encourage her to confront whatever it was that was upsetting her. She kept her gaze on the girl extremely soft, and continued to rhythmically move her hands through her hair. Was it the attack that was upsetting her? Well, that could understandably upset anyone...
Shmee raised a warning eyebrow as the boy spoke to Shei, but fortunately, he seemed safe. She relaxed visibly as he called her "sweetheart." It also relieved her that he introduced to Shei their names. She took a mental note. The girl was Pasine, and the boy was Danar. Shei nodded seriously, her eyes still flowing with tears. She didn't understand everything the boy said, but she was sure things would be all right.
It was only when the girl-- Pasine-- finished her sentence that Shmee truly understood what had caused the pain. So. Pasine did lose a breast in that mauling. Shmee only caught a brief glimpse as she dropped her furs, getting full view of her breasts, one of them bandaged. She flushed a little, but she couldn't stop herself from comparing the sizes of the both breasts. She couldn't deny that the bandaged one was certainly smaller than the other. She frowned as Pasine lifted the furs to cover herself again. Poor girl. So Shmee's thoughts had turned out to be true on this one.
Shmee blinked as she watched Danar briefly-- albeit awkwardly-- pour out his soul to Pasine, and she couldn't help but smile. Young lovers, they had to be. It was very sweet. Tenderly, she planted a soft kiss in the girl's hair. "He's right, you know. People will like you for you, not your looks. There are so many people with disfigurements, but they're still loved. My weyrmate is covered in so many scars and he's very thin, but I think he's still the most handsome man I've ever seen. You may not look perfect, but everyone who matters will still consider you beautiful. Listen to Danar, he knows what he's talking about," she added, smiling a little. This boy was a sweetheart, it seemed-- Pasine had better tak note of that.
She paused her stroking of Pasine's hair for a moment. "Let me brush your hair out," she said suddenly, yet firmly. "Once again, healers never helped out the people part of their patients. You'll look absolutely beautiful again if I brush your hair out a bit," she said, smiling kindly. Curiously, Shei toddled closer to the cot, looking up at Danar with her eyes clearing. She loosened her grip on Arlo a little, and Shmee could hear a sigh from where the poor flitter could breathe again. "Yuh, nice," she said pleasantly to the boy. Looking back to Pasine, she smiled shyly. Her cheeks were already drying of their tears. "Yuh?"
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Post by Administrator on Dec 31, 2008 16:22:59 GMT -5
Shmee nodded slowly. The girl hadn't provided her name, but she wouldn't bring it up again until the shock had worn off. "Yes, three days," she replied uneasily. Poor lass. To be mauled by a dragon, rejected by the rest of the clutch, and then three days in the infirmary without even realizing it... Shards, she felt terrible for the girl. She looked down for a moment, a hint of the pity she felt. When she looked back up, the girl was staring down at her chest. Shmee frowned. The injuries the girl has sustained had stricken that area, yes, but why that look? Chancing a glance down, she tried not to have her face look surprised as she saw one was a little smaller than the other. However, probably a little surprise had shown through, but Shmee instantaneously told herself that it was just the bandages, compressing the girl's chest tightly. That calmed her. The poor girl had been through enough without losing a part of her femininity!
...And now the girl was crying? Shmee's lips thinned. Her mothering instincts threatened to spill over again. She ground her teeth. Watching helplessly as the girl latched onto the boy, her gaze softened. Did she like this boy? She found it sweet how he reacted, giving her a handkerchief and acting cutely awkward. Shei, meanwhile, had finished her sweetball, and looked up at Pasine in alarm. She didn't like the girl to cry! Anxiously, the babe began to wriggle. "Ma, no!" Shei said insistently. "No no no." Shmee raised an eyebrow, then slowly set Shei on the ground. Immediately, Shei pulled herself away and darted over to the crying girl.
"No, no, no!" Shei whimpered, her own little blue eyes beginning to fill with tears. The babe grabbed onto the furs firmly. "No, no."
Shmee raised one of her eyebrows, and slowly stood. "Shei, sweetheart, don't do that," she said gently, putting one of her hands in Shei's short red curls to try halting any sudden movements. Hesitantly, Shmee put her other hand on the top of Pasine's head, stroking her hair very lightly. "What's wrong, love?" she asked as soothingly as she could. Arlo, to try and keep Shei at bay while Shmee took the girl, picked himself off of his bonded's shoulder and fluttered down to cling to Shei's shirt. He nuzzled her plump tear-stained face lovingly. Still whimpering, Shei picked up Arlo not very gracefully, and wrapped her arms around him. Fortunately, being used to such acts, Arlo went with the flow. This was a relief; she had to remember to give the blue a treat later for helping her out with this one.
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Post by Administrator on Dec 30, 2008 9:29:12 GMT -5
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Post by Administrator on Dec 30, 2008 8:54:00 GMT -5
I like this profile! Only a couple things: Any weyrbrat is allowed to Stand for a clutch, not just Searched ones. The other, is lots of things have happened since Shmee came to power-- there was the airborne battle, the Weyrling Massacre, the fight on the Hatching Sands-- what did S'lain think of them?
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