Time To Catch The Moon {Lobask's Run}

[Akira]

Loba had been increasingly more worried about her green wher, ever since she started to show signs of running. Tonight, the two of them were out for a walk in the Grasslands when she finally felt it. Lobask was going to run, and she was going to run now! Well, there was no time for her to get back to the Weyr, so she hoped that someone would be able to find her out here. She knew the males would find Lobask, but would their handler's be able to find her?

Lobask's worry much. Lobask practically hissed at her handler. Loba stepped back from her wher in confusion. The green had never hissed at her before, not unless they were playing. And they definitely weren't playing now. She shook her head, her long, shiny black hair gently swayed behind her back with the motion. It was just because Lobask was ready to run. After all, the green was normally happy, playful, and loving towards her.

Lobask's head shot up, and her quickly swirling gaze fixed onto the moon. She opened her grass green muzzle, and roared as loud as she could at the shining object. It was time for her to run, it was time for her to out shine everything else! Lobask Runs! Males Chase!With that, the green took off. Her short, slender legs quickly pulling her over the soft, wet grass. She was heading in the direction of the moon, and it kinda looked like she was chasing it.

Loba's eyes widened, and she took a few steps back when the full force of her wher's lust hit her. She quickly looked around her. She was way to far from the Weyr. I should never have agreed to bring her out here! Her words were a plaintive cry in the night. She was going to spend this run, alone. She fell to her knees, and buried her face in her hands. This was to partially to try and hide herself from the lust she felt, and the sadness she could feel inside her chest.

[Zero]

“Easy there my young friend. Wait for me!” The mans voice carried easily across the grassy plains on this calm, dark night. He was talking of course to his young partner in crime, Dask; the young, barely two and a half turn bronze wher. Naturally the bronze was paying his handler little mind as he continued to tromp across the grass, flattening and snapping twigs as he chased the small creatures scurrying through the tall grasses. Dask play. Dask’sDakor play, yes? The young man of twenty sighed and shook his head at his wher’s question. “We can play another time. We should really be getting back, can’t be late for our shift.”

The young male grumbled and snorted at his handlers remark. The pair were only here for a short time, transferred over from Southern Weyr to participate in an exchange/training program between the two weyrs. Their little trip was almost at an end and within a few days the pair would bid Trelis farewell and migrate back home. Dakor broke into a light jog as he attempted to catch up to his wher. Suddenly, before he could reach the bronze, a loud roar cut through the crisp night air, easily catching both males attention. Dask lifted his head and looked, quite quizzically, into the distance. This was to be his first run after all. Dakor’s clear blue eyes widened as realization dawned on him and he quickly looked to his quiet companion.

Dask…run? Dask chase.. Chase, Dask chase! By the end the confusion had faded from the males voice as instinct and lust began to take over. Excited now, he hopped in place for a moment, his swirling gaze fixed on the direction in which the call had traveled. A second later he was off; bounding across the grass in long, easy lopes. There was an urgency to his movements but he still moved easy, so as not to tired out before even setting eyes on the caller of this run.

Dakor was shocked as he watched his companion quickly bound away into the dark of the night. “Shards…” He muttered lowly under his breath and kicked at the ground. What was he supposed to do now? Sighing he scratched at the stubble along his jaw and spared a glance back at the weyr. He wasn’t even sure that this run was brought on by one of Trelis’ whers or one gone wild. Something told him that he wouldn’t have the time to make it back to the wher and that lovely drudge who had been keeping his bed warm these past nights. Groaning, Dakor looked back at the direction his bronze had wandered off to and set off at a quick and determined pace, every now and again shouting and calling for his Dask. Even if there was no other handler to fall into his arms tonight then he at least needed to make sure his young companion didn’t wind up wounded and stranded out here.

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[diogenessbeast]

(NPC Wild blue for you! Please ignore this post if that's not cool. We'll call him Blueboy, for funsies.)

Wild whers weren't too uncommon, but those that lingered this close to the weyr tended to be more meek. These people had dragons, and those whers that could be considered vicious-- those that would attack a human instead of avoid them-- would not survive long around dragons. No, not at all. But for those who lived a more careful lifestyle, being so close to the weyr was easy: very little competition.

One such blue was wandering quite happily through the night, nostrils wide and searching, trying to catch some hint of delicious wherry on the air. The hunt was one of his favorite things, and with so few other whers to compete with, he had relatively easy pickings. Relatively: they were wild wherries, and they were good at avoiding threats.

Something much more interesting caught his nose, however, and Blueboy immediately lifted his head. There was only one thing that could pull him from the chase: wher in heat. He hesitated, for this was not your standard wher iready to run: though she was a green, she was also humantouched. He could smell that as clearly: the human was even nearby.

Blueboy survived this long by avoiding humans. But a female... oh, the conflicting urges! Some internal fighting and he eventually turned on a dime and started loping towards the female, a warm croon in his throat.

He did not speak, because he was not tame, but the message was clear enough in the wordless empathetic projection he made: He would chase, and he would catch! Or, at least, he would run as hard as he could in an attempt to catch. The only thing he wouldn't do was hurt the human: oh no, he would stay quite far away from the human, because humans meant trouble. Even if they came alongside wonderful greens...

[Akira]

Lobask easily settled herself into a land devouring lope as she waited for the males to show themselves to her. She crooned when a male showed himself, it was a bronze. A bronze was chasing her! She crooned, when yet another chaser appeared. This one was a blue, and such a sweet blue too! Oh she was going to have fun with this. She roared to the males, daring them to chase her, to try and catch her. Then she looked back up at the moon, and growled low in her throat.

Lobask quickly picked up speed. She was soon running as hard, and fast, as she could. Her lungs pumping hard to take in the air needed to keep up her fast pace. She was bound and determined to make the males earn their right to her. To prove themselves to her. She could smell that one of the males was bonded, and the other, wild. Just the way she liked them. Males chase Lobask! Lobask run! Her words were sweet, and very flirty as she spoke to both males.

Loba sighed and shook her head. There was no point in crying over spilt milk as some say. She was stranded out here, with no males, and her wher was running. Just great. She laid back and stared up at the stars. Lobask roared at the moon. That was something she didn't understand. Her wher had never done anything like that before. Normally the happy-go-lucky wher loved the moon. Though, Loba realized that the green's actions might be because the female's run.

Loba jumped, and sat up when she heard a twig snap. Well, something like that anyways. All she knew is that she had heard a strange noise. Who's there?! She yelled into the night, she really wished she was back in the Weyr. At least then she would have someone for when her wher chose a mate, and she wouldn't have to worry about wild animals. She looked around her quickly, trying to find the source of the noise. It was plain to see that she was more than just a little scared.

[Zero]

“Dask! Daaaasssskk!” Dakor shouted in the dark of the night as he picked his way across the grassy field. Of all the nights they went for a walk, Dask would just have to find another wher that was running. Perhaps it was a gold that was running tonight. After all if it was a green he would have to have some sort of self restraint. Dask was still young though, he would probably chase after anything if there was any chance of them having him. Dakor groaned at the thought and rubbed at the back of his neck. With each passing second the handler was growing more agitated with the situation he found himself in. It didn’t help him much either when he began to feel the excited waves of lust and desire filter through his link with his wher.

Dask bounded easily through the grass, his snout almost pressed to the ground as he steadily tracked his caller. Suddenly his head shot up and he glanced to his left, just in time to see another male, a blue, trampling through the shadows. The young male snorted and picked up his pace. He would not be beat by a blue. Oh no! This pretty would be all his. Spreading his wings somewhat to keep his balance, Dask continued on the trail of the female till she eventually came into his line of sight. Oh, she was a green! A pretty, pretty green! A low croon began to build in his throat as he bounded happily after the little green. He hummed happily as the little green spoke to him. The blue was of no concern to him. As far as Dask thought, Lobask was only speaking to him. Dask run strong! Dask chase pretty green!

Another roar bounced across the field and caused Dakor to look up in the hopes of spotting the running wher and his own Dask. No such luck. He did, however, manage to snag his boot on jagged rock and lose his balance, which caused him to tumble a few feet through the grass. He slowly sat up and muttered a few choice words under his breath as he began to brush the grass and dirt from his clothing. That’s when he paused, looking around him as a voice cut through the darkness. The voice was easily discernable as female and a quite worried, or frightened, one at that. He frowned as he began to push himself to his feet. Would this girl believe that he had honestly lost his wher to a running female and that he wasn’t just a stalker or murderer.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” Stepping out of the trees, he noticed the girl sitting on the ground and held his hands up in the hopes of showing her that he meant no harm. Stepping closer he offered her an outstretched hand, and if she would let him, would gently help her to her feet. “My bronze is out chasing a female and left me here in the dark… What of you? Are you hurt, lost…need help getting back to the Weyr?” His voice was kind, if not rough and deep as he spoke to her. Though he noticed that the lust he was feeling escalated when he drew closer to the woman he kept quiet, not quite daring to hope that this young lady could possibly be the handler to the female his wher was currently chasing.

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[diogenessbeast]

Blueboy had no human, but that just meant there was no one to bother Loba in her clearing: only blueboy himself, and he was very happily distracted with the green wher running ahead.

She wanted them to prove themselves? Oh, he could do that. With a happy bugle, he lengthened himself out, enjoying life, wings flat to his back-- spreading them out would cause resistance with teh air, and slow him. He didn't think of this consciously- that level of thought was quite currently beyond him-- but he knew to keep them flat instinctively, as he pushed his legs to carry himself forward as fast as he could.

He may, may have had the advantage of speed-- but then, maybe not, and the other chaser, the bronze, could outpace him in terms of stamina easily. no matter- he'd give it his best shot, and his best would have to do! He'd prove himself worthy! This was a great moment for him, without fears of the dragons or the other worries of the wild: he could just be himself and chase a beautiful green, and you bet he was going to live that chance up.

[Akira]

Lobask crooned back to her chasers, but picked up her speed. That was something she was good at, speed. Her handler had brought her out here many times, and just let her run, and run. Though she wasn't really built for stamina, her muscles let her run as fast as she possibly could for quite a while though. Much longer than most green's her size. Then she heard one of the males speaking to her. She trilled happily at being called pretty.

Lobask quickly jumped over a very large log that had fallen long ago, but it was in her way. Her mouth was open, and she was panting for breath. How much longer she could keep this run going was beyond her ability to think at the moment. The one thing that held her attention was running as fast as she could, for as long as she could. Her swirling eyes were glued to the bright full moon that was shining in the sky. She would show that ball of light who shined the brightest!

Lobask roared her defiance, and tried to pick up speed. Slowly but surly the small wher was gaining speeding, and was quickly loosing energy. The faster she ran, the more energy she needed to keep herself breathing. She had two chasers. Not bad, but not good either. She hissed sinisterly. So the other males were too scared to chase her huh? Oh well, that just meant that these two males would have to do. Well, one of them would anyways.

Lobask could feel her strength slowly leaving her body. She would have to make a choice soon. But which male should she choose? The human bound bronze, or the wild blue? Well, she still had enough energy to give her enough time to think it over. Males chase. Lobask run! Males prove! Her words were as clear as day...well...night for them, but it was obvious to tell that she wanted the males to prove themselves to her, and she didn't care how.

Lobask would pick whichever one was the fastest, and strongest male. They ad already proven themselves to both be very brave males. They had shown up to chase her. Her lungs were starting to sting with the effort of keeping air in her body. Her muscles were starting to get stiff, and sore. She didn't like this. She shook her head, and roared angrily once more. The males would have to prove themselves soon, or she would have a hard time deciding who would be her king.

Loba turned her eyes to where she heard someone talking, and cautiously watched as a man stepped out of the trees. A man! She was saved! Well, she hoped she was anyways. She gingerly took the man's hand, and let him help her to her feet. She wasn't sure how long she had been sitting on the cold wet ground, but now that she was standing, she was regretting it. Her legs had started to fall asleep, and she winced at the stinging pain that standing had caused.

Loba looked at the man in shock when he said his wher was out chasing a female. Well, I think I know where your male went then. She sighed and started brushing the dirt and grass from her short, bright green skirt. When she was mostly satisfied with her work, she then turned her attention to her long hair. She pulled it over her shoulder, and started picking the grass and twigs out of it. Almost completely forgetting that there was a man standing in front of her.

Oh sorry, you're probably wondering what I meant. Well, my own wher decided that she was going to start her run and leave me stranded out here in the middle of nowhere! It was obvious to tell that Loba wasn't very happy with her female, but there was nothing she could do about it now. Her green eyes were sparkling with the lust that she felt, and she was doing her best not to throw herself at the man. That wouldn't be right, especially since she hadn't even introduced herself.

Sorry, it's not your fault. I'm Loba by the way, what's your name? Alright now she was nervous, and it showed by the way she was playing with her hair. She had gotten most of the stuff out of it, but got frustrated and gave up on the rest. She wondered if his wher would win, and even if it didn't, would he let her use him? She mentally shook herself. There was no point in thinking that far ahead. She didn't even know where her own wher was, let alone what was chasing her!

[Zero]

Prove..prove? This thought caused the young male to look quizzically at the pretty green as she spoke to them, commanding her suitors to prove themselves worthy of her company. How was he to prove though? The field they ran through was fairly flat and clear of trees and debri, so it wasn’t as though Dask could show off in the tight twists, turns, and furls of a more wooded area. The bronze grumbled as he toyed with this train of thought. He would prove, of that there would be no doubt, but how was another matter completely. He returned his swirling gaze to her in time to catch her trill in delight. His eyes spun faster for a moment. Was her moment of happiness because of him? Had he been the one to do something that pleased her so? Dask sure hoped as much.

He followed hot on her trail as she led them through the grasses. Though, instead of leaping over the fallen tree as she had he landed on the long dead bark and used it to give himself an extra boost; soaring through the air a few feet before hitting the ground once again. His claws ripped at the earth beneath him as he forced himself to keep pace with her speedy one. Speed, perhaps, was not entirely on his side, but stamina, strength, and size were. So he lengthened his stride even more, to rival that of a fleeing feline, and concentrated on keeping his breathing as steady as he could muster. At this rate he could go for miles and then some and still he would run if that’s what would make his pretty green happy and keeping his pretty happy was his only concern.

Another roar echoed through the night and caused him to cock his head somewhat. Oh no, it could only mean that his pretty was not happy! Dask growled low in his throat at the passing thought. What, though, could be causing her so much distress? That’s when he looked up for the first time and noticed the bright, shining moon hanging overhead. That had to be it! How dare the moon even try to outshine her on her night! Dask snarled at the luminous orb and bared his fangs. But he could not dwell on the thought and quickly returned his full attention to her with a low croon; projecting feelings of protection and comfort. Oh but if he could fly! He would rip the luminescent orb from the black sky and drown it in the deepest ocean, leaving it to the shipfish to deal with. But alas he was a wher and thus tied to the ground. Though that didn’t mean he wouldn’t continue to strive to prove himself worthy.

Dakor smiled when she allowed him to help her up and now that he could see her properly, or as properly as one could in the light of the moon, he could tell she was a rather beautiful. Maybe this was turning out to be his lucky night after all. “Ah, so it’s your wher that’s out stirring up all sorts of trouble? Especially since she left you out here in the wild on your own. All sorts of baddies could be waiting in the shadows, just itching to get their claws on a pretty girl like you.” He grinned lightly, hoping to show that what he said about baddies was all in jest but he wouldn’t allow any harm to come to her now that he had found her.
“I’m Dakor. Me and that wher of mine that’s running out in the dark somewhere were part of that exchange/training team between my home, Southern Weyr, and you guys here at Trelis.” His voice was low, deep, as he spoke this probably useless bit of information. He wasn’t sure himself why he just shared that bit of useless information, he was probably just a little nervous himself. His steel blue eyes wandered from hers to where her fingers were nervously toying with her hair and subconsciously he reached out to pluck a blade of grass that she had missed. Mentally he urged Dask on with feelings of encouragement, that bronze just had to catch this ladies wher.

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[Akira]

Lobask was growing tired. It had been a very long run, and she had never had a bronze wher chase her before. It had always been blue's or browns. So she had had an interesting time seeing the abilities of the larger male. She crooned encouragement to the two males when they finally came upon a more heavily wooded area. This is where they would prove themselves to her. This is where she would end her long, tiring run. Even if both males proved themselves to her, who would she pick?

Lobask was forced to expend more energy as she dodged, and even at times, jumped over fallen trees and bushes. She was now panting very hard, and was slowing quite considerably. She would have to pick soon, but who?! She thought back to the beginning of her run. And scrutinized each of the males performances so far. The blue was cute, and very quick, something the green female really liked about her males. Always has preferred the faster males to the stronger, larger ones.

Lobask snorted, and then scrutinized the bronzes performance. He had been the first to show himself to her, and he was human bound, where as the blue was wild. That meant that he could stay with her longer, and her handler wouldn't be alone. Though, she had left her handler all alone in the middle of the grasslands. The bronze's human was probably scouring the Weyr for the woman. The green shook her head, there was no point in taking the human into consideration at this point.

It was all up to who had impressed her more. Then she heard a growl, and looked back in time to see the larger male growling at the same shining orb she had been roaring at earlier. That was a good sign. To her that meant that he would make the moon stop shining brighter than herself. Though, that was pretty much impossible in her mind because she was already out shining the large, distant object. Her thoughts were interrupted once more as she had to jump a lot higher than she was used to, to clear a large tree.

Lobask was at her end, she couldn't possibly go farther. Her lungs felt as though they were ready to collapse. Lobask tired, Lobask stop soon. Her words were emphasized with the fact that the green was now only trotting along. They had left the small grove of trees behind them, and were back in the tall grasses of the grassland. She had to decide soon, or the decision would be made for her, and that was something she would never let happen.

Loba nodded her head at his words, and actually felt a little guilty that her wher was causing so much trouble for the man. She giggled when he spoke about the "baddies". It's nice to meet you Dakor. If Lobask hadn't been ready to run, we would have actually been assigned to show you transfers around the Weyr. She shook her head and shrugged her shoulders in a sign of exasperation. This was one of the few times she would rather have been working than out in the grasslands.

Loba stopped messing with her hair when Dakor reached out, and pulled some grass out of it. She could feel her cheeks start to redden, and looked away. Thank you. Her voice was quite, and shy, something that was actually pretty normal for the shy young woman. She looked in the direction her wher had gone when she felt the poor female tire. It will end soon. That was more of a cryptic message than her own words. She was no longer herself, and was more a part of her wher.

Lobask was done running. She was too tired to continue. She stopped and turned back to face the males. She hissed menacingly at both of them, but only swatted at the blue. Lobask done, Lobask tired. Lobask Dask's, Dask Lobask's. The green spoke to the bronze sweetly, but she roared angrily at the blue all at the same time. He was no longer wanted here, this was a time for the green wher and her chosen victor. She wasn't about to let the loosing male anywhere near her.

It was time for Lobask and her King to fight off the other male, and then the easy part came. Well, that's what her experiences have been anyways. Each time was slightly different than the last, and she wasn't sure how the bronze would react in the first place, let alone how he'd react to her turning on the other male. That was something for her to contemplate some other time.

Loba turned, and ran back to Dakor the moment she felt her wher end her run. She tried to pull the man to her, but let's face it, if he didn't want to be with her, there was no way she was going to force him. Congratulations Dakor. Her voice was deeper than normal, and was full of the lust she felt burning inside of her. She had heard who Lobask had chosen, and by putting two and two together, she figured out that the man's wher was the lucky winner.

[Zero]

His pretty continued to run and of course Dask continued to chase, and chase he did. He continued to follow even as the pretty swerved and headed straight for a more densely wooded area. Prove. This could be it! His head snapped to the side to track where the wild blue was before he focused back on Lobask. After all that was his goal, was it not? She was his caller, his tormentor in body in mind but at the same time if she took a fancy to him, she might also be the one to save him and soothe his body of these lustful pains and aches.
A boulder jumped into his path and with missing a beat, Dask coiled, sprang, and cleared the large obstruction in one great bound. His landing was a little on the shaky side though and he stumbled a few paces but quickly managed to correct himself and continued the chase.

Her voice rang again in his mind and the male could tell his pretty was tiring and would soon stop. Moments later they left the grove of trees behind them and were bounding through the grasses once more. Her speed had steadily declined and now he was able to draw closer than he had ever been before, though of course he was still wise enough to leave some distance. Dask was not interested on being on the receiving end of an angry swipe. It was then he offered another low, soothing, croon to her in the hopes that she would finally see him as the King that he was and let him comfort and protect her from the wild blue.

Dakor grinned when he heard her laugh. Ah, so he would have eventually had the chance to meet her. He paused a moment to dwell on that thought, before closing his eyes and mentally shaking the idea away. Bumping into one another in the Weyr would have been nice but this chance encounter in a dark field was much, much, more interesting, he had to admit. Was that…Was she blushing too? Well his hand had slightly grazed hers when he had removed that bit of grass from her hair. His grin softened to a soft smile but his eyes still flashed with the darkened waves of lust and desire he was feeling from his wher. He wanted so bad to reach out and pull her close but he knew she’d only swat him away. So he settled for clenching his jaw and shoving his hands in his pockets instead and pray that his Dask would end this soon.

Dask practically skidded to a halt when Lobask finally came to a halt. Lifting his head and breathing quite heavily, the bronze recoiled slightly when she hissed and swiped at the two males. But then…she spoke his name and everything seemed to fall into place. Eying the wild blue he snarled, baring his fangs, as he snaked through the grasses till he found his place beside his pretty green and crooned lowly in reassurance. Dask Lobask's. Lobask Dask's. Dask protect. He wrapped himself around his smaller green Queen and roared angrily at the remaining male. Let him come, let him try, the bronze seemed to say. Nothing would come between him and his pretty!

That was it. Dakor felt the elation and satisfaction from his bronze and he could only guess that the run had come to an end. Before he had a chance to react though, he watched with dark eyes as Loba quickly spun around and pulled at his shirt. Well, he was a little bit taller then the girl. Smirking seductively, Dakor leaned down, allowing his arms to slip around her body, while moving to capture her lips in a lasting kiss. Oh, yes, this was definitely high on his list of interesting encounters.

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