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Post by Lark on Aug 29, 2011 16:29:53 GMT -5
It was midnight, afternoon to where and their handlers. Task burgled happily at Hers, watching as Tarin played with her little cousin. The young woman was wrapping her up in a long red scarf, mirroring the orange, red hint of her own hair. "Task dear?" The handler turned toward the dark green with lighter markings. The wher didn't look back, obviously worried about something. "Task...."
Turning around, the normally happy green hissed at her rider. Task hunger strong! Task must run! Moon becon Task! Tarin widened her eyes, surprise quickly turning to realization as her wher's feeling over took her own. Nudging her young cousin outside and to the kitchens, Tarin attempted to move near the green.
However, Task hissed again, backing out into the moonlight seeping through her cave...and with a little roar she was gone. She shone on the starlight even thoughher hide was darker, and she spread her tiny wings to balance as she leapt onto a frightened wherry. Task hunger! Task eat much! Shaking her head, Tarin sent the mental thought to only blood.
Once, twice, three times she had to shout in Task's head before the green wher latched on and drained her kill. Then, it was one more, this one smaller and weak. It too was drained, though Tarin only had to nudge her green to blood it gently. Males chase Task! Task beat! Task win! Males chase Task anyway, Task think fun!
The green shot through the undergrowth to the forest then, leaping over the river via the wet rocks. Let them chase her, she was better. Oh, how fun it would be to see them fail. In her room, Tarin shook her head again. Visions of her green danced before her eyes every now and again, then gave way to her normal sight. They weren't going to have an easy time with her, Task loved to run. She was bigger for a green, but she had long legs and was quick. Not to mention the one down side to the female was that she loved to win, and adored seeing others loose. Only the best would make it. As should be! Task'sTarin deserves best too. Noddin her head, Tarin had to agree.
Ooc: Feel free to throw NPC wild whers or Trelis Whers in! You don't have to actually male a profile or NPC sheet for them.
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Post by Zirin on Aug 29, 2011 19:53:43 GMT -5
His was sick again. The blue crooned sleepily from his couch, where he was curled around His’s Weyrmate’s Green Dosk. He uncurled himself to peer at His human, crooning again as the man, now almost into his seventies, coughed loudly. He glanced over as Dosk’s came over to shoo him away, saying comforting words that His would be alright. Confident in the man, Rorsk moved to return to the couch, knowing he likely wouldn’t get out of the weyr again tonight. He stopped as the sound of a wher’s roar echoed through the small, shared weyr. Rorsk moved to the entrance, looking out into the weyrbowl, lit brightly by the moonlight. Something moved in the distance, towards the wherry pen. It was something small, and dark and… shining. His eyes whirled, tints of purple seeping into his eyes. A green was running. Green run. Rorsk chase. His coughed again from the bed, though he didn’t answer verbally he lifted an arm to show he had heard. He was too weak to seek out the green’s handler. Rorsk rumbled deep in his throat and trotted out of the weyr, or rather, hopped out. His oversized hind legs made slow movements like jogging or walking look strange and gawky. By the time he drew nearer the pens, Task had finished and was calling out to the males. Rorsk chase Task! Rorsk was a middle sized blue, and overall was well purposed, if one excluded his strange hind legs. In his youth, Rorsk would have likely put up a good challenge, but the blue was getting old and lazy and there was no saying whether he would be able to keep up with the younger green or not. As she took off, so too did he, quick shifting into his kangaroo-like run as he gained speed. His hind legs slowed him when he walked, but when he ran they were an asset, letting him leap across the ground instead of run. He followed her into the forests, skipping rocks with his longer jumps. He roared at her running form, trying to show that he was still just as strong as any younger male. Rorsk catch Task!
[[NPC Wild Brown Quazisk]] Qauzisk roared in response to a distant sound. The call of a rutting female. He dropped the wild wherry from his mouth, listening to her call for males before picking his dinner back up to blood it. A female was worth more than a meal. He took off at a quick gait, his thin, lithe form quite unusual for a brown. Like most of the wild whers near Trelis, his hide was coated with scars and the occasional fresh would from the hard life they lived in the wild. He approached the river just as Task and her chasers crossed it, but luckily he was on the receiving side. Quazisk chase! Quazisk win, yes? The brown called out, joining the other chasers. His hide was a rather atrocious yellow-brown, which oddly enough stood out in the darkness of the forest. He didn’ care about the colour of his hide though. He just wanted to catch the pretty shiny green in front of him. |
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Post by diogenessbeast on Aug 30, 2011 11:14:09 GMT -5
NPC Graesk
They were just visiting, and Graev had been hoping to keep the visit short. The wherhandler did not like to be in populated places for too long. For the most part, Graesk didn't either-- he was a wher of few words and fewer interests, when it came to dealing with others of his kind, and even more especially with humans.
One of his interests did make visits to the weyr worthwhile, though: females. Oh, there were wild female whers, and he enjoyed their company.. but it wasn't the same. The weyrbred females were nicer, better fed, and better tempered. The wilds.. oh, they'd tolerate you for a chase, but their runs were short and unsatisfying. Weyrbreds were so much better.
So when they came to the weyr, Graesk would linger out near the weyrbowl, silent. Most of the time, nothing would happen, but sometimes there would be a run. Sometimes, he would get lucky.
Tonight, he got lucky. The unmistakable call ran through his mind, and he got to his feet, padding to the feeding ground. He could sense her already, a green. Greens were the best, smaller, lither, more of a challenge- much more fun then golds. Graesk was big and burly, not graceful at all. He did not catch many greens, but he enjoyed chasing them.
Will chase. Will catch! he said, as he reached where the males were gathering. His voice was a snarl, accompanied by a physical snarl as well.
Graev, meanwhile, was enjoying a drink in the lower caverns, when she felt the twinge of lust in the back of her mind. She smiled. Of course, Graesk would find something to chase. He usually did. Now she just had to find out where to go. She got up and wandered aimlessly in what she hoped was the right direction; she'd find it eventually, or she wouldn't. Either way, Graesk was going to chase regardless of where she was.
(( Please don't wait up for me, if i'm taking awhile to post. :x I loose npc's flights sometimes.))
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Post by Lark on Sept 3, 2011 18:11:12 GMT -5
Task rumbled happily as the first of the males came. The blue was a nice color, but color didn't decide who won her heart. No, effort did, and he was trying at least. She gurgled as he spoke, then turned her head as she spotted a brown coming from the trees. Ah, so there were two now. Then the bronze as well, this one also bonded as the blue was. So, two bonded whers, and a wild? That would be interesting. Not to mention she had one of every cast here too.
The green wher kept running, letting her legs lengthen and her body elongate. She was going to make these boys work, oh yes she was. Her dark hide hid in the undergrowth as she traveled deeper into the forests. Above, the canopy was a lace mesh blocking much of the moon's light. She was able to see though, and the wherry blood coursed in her veins. Oh, how she loved to run!
Task run hard, males keep up! Task lead. She hummed happily as the message was sent, looking back over her tucked in wing to check on her suitors. So far, none had dropped out. So, she continued. The green saw and opening in the trees, and aimed for the streak of light. Out, out, out, she wanted out! She wanted room to run, not obstacles to jump over! It made Task angry really, despite her happy state at being able to prove these males as lesser runners to herself.
Finally though, finally she was out in the open again. The green didn't stop, not for one moment as she headed literally for the hills. The outstretch of grass rolled on beneath her, and with nothing to stop the wher, she fled from everything. She was a dark streak through the long grass, followed by her chasers. Laughing in a rumbling voice, she threw back her head and made a sound of elation. TASK RUN!!!!
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Post by Zirin on Sept 11, 2011 19:47:29 GMT -5
[[NPC Blue Rorsk]] Rorsk was already panting, despite the run having gone on for only a short time. He was not out of the running quite yet though, despite his age he still had enough stamina to run for a bit longer. He rumbled happily as the green picked up her pace, and quickly lengthened his own stride. After all, a faster pace meant he was able to use his large hind legs more efficiently, allowing himself to cover more ground with each loping jump. The downside was that his maneuverability dropped when he took such large bounds. He was falling behind the other chasers, tripping over the roots that were consistently getting in his way. How he wished the little lady would get out of the forest, get out to where he could show her his true skill! Then, as if hearing his very thoughts, Task ran out into an open field and Rorsk was all too happy to follow after her bugling deeply. Run pretty girlie, run for Rorsk. Task is Rorsk's?
[[NPC Wild Brown Quazisk]] Unlike the blue, Quazisk was extremely comfortable in the thick forest, easily dodging the rocks and roots that blocked his path, and jumping or ducking over andunder anything else, showing off his sleek, wild-grown muscles with every swift move he made. He trumpeted loudly as he drew ahead of the pack, or at least he couldn't see any of the other males past his tunnelvision-like attention on Task. He was sad when the green left the difficult paths of the forest to run on the open, grassy hills around the Weyr. He was fast, yes, but there were no real opportunities to show off here like there had been in the forest. He sped up, his muscles beginning to grow sore with the strain of keeping up with the much more agile green. Quazisk will keep up! Quazisk fast! Brave! Strong! Quazisk is best, yes! He called to her as he sped up more, grunting as he drew up close to her side. He was almost there! He would catch the rutting female! He was king of these lands! |
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Post by Lark on Sept 12, 2011 15:06:38 GMT -5
The green was starting to tire now, that she was sure of. It had been a long run, and a good one, however all great things had to end at some point. Task shook her head, refusing to think of that possibility for the time being. She wanted to run, run, run! Hissing, she growled as a male tried to near her, then she quickly darted away from the brown. The green had energy enough for that maneuver, and that one alone though. Now it was just a simple sprint to see how long she could last, and that wasn't much longer. She breathed heavily, her lungs laboring to keep her going.
Tarin in the meantime saw the handler as she neared. The other girl wasn't familiar, but flashes of a bronze caught in her mind's eye. Where were the other two then? She bit her lip, looking around curiously before Task informed her that at least the brown was wild. That explained part of the question then, the other was easily forgotten. In her wher's lust, she didn't mind if the handler before her was the bonded of the one her own green chose or not. She was relief, and Tarin was ready for this run to end already. Reaching for Graev, she felt Task anger at her handler's willingness to be caught.
However, back in the fields, Task's own body was tiring too much, and her run slowed to a lope. Stopping suddenly, she rounded on the males and roared a challenge. Let males come! Task choose! Task'sQuazisk strong, Task'sQuazisk, Task'sKing. She hissed at the other two males as she weaved herself around the brown male. This was her champion! They would fend off the other two before choosing each other, as was right though. Task'sQuazisk, Quazisk'sTask, stand together. Task no run anymore. She nuzzled the brown sweetly as her handler circled her arms around the loosing bronzehandler's waist. "Well, who said just because yours lost the run, you had to loose me?"
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Post by Zirin on Sept 13, 2011 10:33:53 GMT -5
Rorsk bellowed as in response as Task rounded on her chasers and roared her own challenege. His sides shook from effort as he slowed to stop near her, as the other would likely also do. Her voice was strong, wild, unttamed in is mind as she proclaimed him the victor. Well, he was victor in name only, he still needed to claim hims queen. Hissing angrily, he wove around Task, facing in the opposite direction, ready to protect her flank from the challengers, the losers. He hissed again as Rorsk took a step towards the pair, snapping his jaws angrily at the blue. He was pleased to see a bite wound on the old wher’s neck as Rorsk backed away, huffing and puffing tiredly. Another challenging bellow was given to the other remaining challenger, his voice showing he was not afraid of the big tamed bronze. Quazisk’s Task, Task’s Quazisk’s. No wher come near. Quazisk defends Quazisk’sTask!
He turned to return the green’s nuzzle before moving to wrap around her, ready to claim his lady.
After receiving the warning bite from the brown, Rorsk hissed, but moved away. His lungs stung and his muscles visibly shook from strain. He was old, and tired, and he had lost. Moaning to himself, he back away behind the nearest hill, but he couldn’t go much farther than that, just to safety. His muscles ached, and he dropped to the ground. Nap, the blue grumbled to himself. He would need to rest to make it back home.
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