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Post by Kisha-Ra on Dec 11, 2008 13:36:09 GMT -5
Darkness reigned the Hold they called Renegade. The sparsely populated place was still but for the soft shuffling sounds of runnerbeasts shifting in their sleep. However it was a tense stillness in a time when all should have been peaceful. Wherhandler Jahzara barely noticed the atmosphere; the young woman was sat in on her cot cross legged trying to read by glowlight.
Jahzara blinked at the record in her hand and the letters seemed to swirl around, making no sense at all. She shook her head and laid it aside, eyestrain or something, she’d been at this too long, ever since Jahzask went out to hunt. How long ago was that? ‘Zara stretched and wandered outside, reaching out for Jahzask as she did so.
The double shock of the cold night air and the emotional frenzy from Jahzask were enough to send Jahzara reeling back against the wall, which she held onto like it was a lifeline. Jahzara tended to block out her wher while Jahzask hunted as it was something the gold always seemed to have wanted to do by herself. Now that ‘Zara had re-established contact with her wher she suddenly felt what she hadn’t noticed before in full measure.
Jahzask stood over her struggling prey, some western beast now pinned beneath the wher’s weight, and flared her wings out, stretching her neck out at the same time. Her handler was with her now, good, she could Run now. For a moment Jahzask was still, then, sudden as a striking tunnelsnake, she took out the beast’s throat, blooding rather than feeding.
Glowing as brightly gold as she had in her prime the wher queen stood and roared a challenge, calling her males to her. Elsewhere Jahzara stood and looked around with glazed eyes. Where were they?
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Post by shadowreine on Dec 11, 2008 22:52:10 GMT -5
The wild bronze was a contrast, April to her September. In fact, he had never chased a queen before. Had never known that particular sweetness.
As she called her challenge, he braved the hold, coming closer to humans than a wild wher ever would under any other circumstances.
Yes. She was a *queen*, and he would pursue her and claim her, even if she was a mere tame wher, a creature bonded to a human. That might make her easier to catch, after all.
He roared his response to her, ignoring Jahzara in favor of the glowing golden form. He reared up onto his hind legs, spreading his stumpy wings, showing her how large he was, how fine he was.
He had fed lightly, but not blooded, now he spun, seeking prey of his own. Ah, there, panicked beasts too afraid to properly escape. One died under his talons, torn to pieces in frenzy even as his jaws closed on its throat.
Then he roared again, lifting his bloodstained muzzle to the stars. She would be HIS.
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Post by Franny on Dec 14, 2008 0:56:34 GMT -5
Hellia felt Hellisk blood for the queen flight and her only thoughts were, "Oh shells, I knew this might happen if I bonded to a male." She was not one to go lying around with other females, even if she was bonded to a bronze wher. With that old gold running, it also meant that neither her nor Hellisk would be able to guard the weyr, from what they were supposed to guard she didn't know, but she had been told to guard. She couldn't even think about that though with Hellisk's senses overcoming hers. She stumbled down toward the flight room, hoping it wasn't in use. She was glad that the run was at the hold, it meant that she didn't actually have to lie with gold wher's bonded. Hellia didn't owrry about anything after that, she allowed Hellisk's emotions to sweep her away.
Hellisk lifted his bloody muzzle after blooding and moved in closer to the gold. He had never chased before, he had never been near a female when she ran. He then saw the wild and snarled at him, Jahzask was his!
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Post by Bookworm on Dec 15, 2008 20:03:00 GMT -5
A wild brown lurked nearby, his faceted eyes swirling with violet when he heard the gold's mating bugle. He was a middle aged brown with scars across his reddish-brown hide, battle wounds from fights with other whers and predators. He followed his instincts to the dark gold wher. The sight of her made his heart leap. She was a domestic, he could see that already, but she was beautiful nonetheless, and he deemed her worthy of his chase.
With a faint snarl directed at the bronzes, the wild brown caught a beast of his own and blooded it. Tossing the carcass aside, he tensed, waiting for Jahzask to begin the run.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Dec 17, 2008 18:22:23 GMT -5
Jahzask turned her head from side to side slowly, surveying her males with sight, sound, and mind. Three and one a brown! A part of the gold raged at such a poor turnout but another whispered that even three was a good number in this place. Ambivalence was cast away in one swift shake of her entire body, then, suddenly Jahzask was a blur heading away at speed.
Jahzask stretched her body out into a thundering gait that sent wildlife scuttling for whatever scant cover was available as she took her Run away from the inhabited areas of the Hold.
Jahzara’s eyes flicked from side to side, caught between her own sudden fear of the wild whers that had suddenly arrived and Jahzask’s lust for those same whers. Jahzara’s hands curled into fists as she fought for enough self control to flee but suddenly Jahzask was off, taking her whers with her and Jahzara stumbled back against her supporting wall greatfully.
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Post by shadowreine on Dec 18, 2008 0:35:10 GMT -5
And the wild bronze was after her, springing forward. There was no sense to trying to catch her quickly, oh no. Even a wher knew that a long run meant a large clutch.
The wild bronze would sire that clutch, would give her lots of healthy eggs and hatchlings. He did not think about the fact that she was a *tame* wher.
He only thought that he must have her. His path tore vegetation, caused a couple of random firelizards to vanish between, out of the way of the speeding whers. His talons marked the ground, his wings half spread, using them to aid a leap that carried him over a pile of brush and, yes, closer.
Closer.
She would be his, and certainly no *brown* or *tame wher* would claim this brilliant, golden prize!
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Post by Bookworm on Jan 4, 2009 17:19:48 GMT -5
The wild brown shot after Jahazsk, running steadily. He fell into place slightly behind the bronzes, preserving his energy for now. He snapped at the wild bronze's tail in front of him. He easily raced over the wild ground, used to such terrain. His eyes whirled deep violet as his lust for the gold intensified.
((Musedeath. >.<))
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Post by Franny on Jan 5, 2009 17:54:11 GMT -5
Hellia had time enough to hope a moth was around when she was lost to her whers run.
Hellisk would have the gold. He ran after her, his eyes a dark purple tornado with lust, his whole heart running. He would win this golden beauty! He would do anything for this gold. He really didn't have much of an idea of what he was supposed to do, since this was his first run, but he felt the instinct and that was all he relied on. For some reason he had never had a chance to chase before. He decided that he wanted to show off a bit and so he flew a small stretch, not a very long stretch, but he still had picked himself off the ground for a short period of time.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Jan 7, 2009 15:40:54 GMT -5
Jahzask made a teasing little trilling sound, oh her handsome, strong males, she did so enjoy teasing them, testing them. The gold slowed a little as if she might be tiring early then shot ahead of her chasers again, they wouldn’t get her that easily!
The switchback path up to the cliff top caught Jahzask’s attention and made her swerve to take it. It was chancy, she might lose a chaser on this path, she might even be caught before time but she wasn’t going all the way up. No indeed. About halfway between the bottom of the path and the top Jahzask spun and leapt suddenly sideways, out over empty space and bellowed as the night wind filled her stubby wings. Who would join her here?
Being about as aerodynamic as a flung half brick Jahzask’s flight was not truly a flight but a long controlled glide. Jahzask rode the winds skilfully back downward, sometimes rising, sometimes turning but inevitably heading down. As the ground rose to meet her talons Jahzask folded her wings and dropped the final eighteen inches or so to ground and galloped off again, albeit more slowly. The time of her choice was near now, but which of her males would it be?
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Post by shadowreine on Jan 8, 2009 11:08:21 GMT -5
And she took to the air. The wild bronze tried to follow, spreading his own short wings. He managed a glide, and he managed to close on her.
Talons scrabbled, though, as he made his awkward landing, a faint bellow coming from him as he...well...did a wher faceplant.
That would definitely not help his chances! With an almost feline 'I meant to do that' look on his face, he picked himself up and took off after her. She was slowing, but was she slowing enough. Would the *tame* one get her?
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Post by Franny on Jan 8, 2009 22:22:46 GMT -5
Hellisk was determined to follow the gold, no matter what she did. He followed her up, as fast as he could, and then when she flew he was right there.
He glided like he always had, but how he hated landing... Here and there he would pump his wings, so as to try and keep from landing. He didn't want to do a face plant like that stupid wild wher. He was up almost half a minute after the queen had landed. When he finally landed, he tried to run into his landing, but he kept tripping, and finally he was off again.
At least he hadn't done a face plant like the idiot wild. He had just tripped. As he followed the queen, he could tell she was starting to slow, and probably tie as well. She had given them a good run so far as he could tell. He believed he had followed after the bast.
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Post by Bookworm on Jan 12, 2009 16:45:40 GMT -5
Jahazsk's trill spurred the brown on, making him even more determined to make her his own. All his life he had lost out to bronzes. Well, no more! He could chase just as well as they could!
He ran up the cliff after her, beginning to overtake the two bronzes. This terrain was difficult, but not too difficult! He thought he was doing well, but then she suddenly swerved off into open air. The wild brown bellowed in surprise and froze for a moment.
Well, there was no choice but to follow! Fanning his wings, he leaped off the side of the cliff and glided down. He stumbled a little on the landing, but certainly did better than his wild brother. As soon as he touched down, he started running again. He could tell Jahazsk was slowing, and her choice was near.
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Post by Kisha-Ra on Jan 14, 2009 17:05:38 GMT -5
Abruptly Jahzask pivoted n her hind legs and loped back toward her three males, who would she choose? First she circled the brown, he was a fine beast, better at landing than either of his bronze brothers, and bold too, Jahzask did like a brave wher. Oh but he was a brown, only a brown and her instincts told her to choose one of the bigger males this time.
Turning her attention to the younger males Jahzask eyed them critically, who had chased her to the limits of his ability? Who desired her most? Which of these males would make a good clutchfather? Jahzask examined both bronzes, circling them and weighing them to her standards. Then she made her choice and flicked one gently with her tail, trilling a sweet song to lust to him as she trotted away from her rejected suitors. Hellisk would be her mate, this time anyway.
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