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Post by Admin on Oct 31, 2010 0:08:56 GMT -5
Life's okay,
Even though it fades away.
The day was dark,
And it faded into gray.
Siraune had been on patrol, Siraunesk ranging in front of her. Autumn was almost over, so the air was cold and snow was beginning to threaten the west. The redhandler had donned a cumbersome lined jacket, snuggling deep into the warm confines of the garment. Impervious to the chilly weather, Siraunesk trotted ahead, sniffing about the bowl for any sign of danger. In truth, they should have seen their attackers coming. However, their attentions must have been slipping and they failed to notice anything amiss. Their mistake would cost them their lives. Out of the gloom rose two jagged shapes. They latched themselves onto Siraunesk with a fierce determination. Her immediate fury was not enough to save her from their claws and teeth. The twin black whers, vicious and wild, tore into her as Siraune desperately tried to draw her blade and join the fray.
If the redhandler had simply run, she might have survived. However, she wanted to defend her bonded. Sadly, Siraunesk was swiftly wounded beyond recognition. She placed blows on the two smaller whers, but they equaled her size together and knew how to fight better than her. They pinned her, tore her apart, and then turned on the shocked handler. They had no interest in eating their sister wher, but they had no qualms about setting upon a human with aggressive hunger. Autumn was almost over. They were starving. In the dead of night, they had come to the Weyr, even though they smelled the other whers. Siraunesk and Siraune had been the first they'd found and they were in no position to be picky. They tried to eat quickly while dragging the handler's mangled, torn body passed the form of her dead wher and towards the river to try and escape.
Took my name,
And I washed it all away.
To return to the earth.
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Post by Reky on Oct 31, 2010 1:42:23 GMT -5
They were off patrol. That didn't stop Audren from wandering the corridors of Dalibor, though, and it didn't stop Ausk from acting as she always did. With Ausk around, it was like every moment was patrol. Everything needed to be watched, inspected, and accused of being wrong. The great red beast prowled along behind her frizzy-haired handler, snuffling and snarling and narrowing her flat eyes in the darkness. Audren was sending the red calming thoughts in an attempt to keep her quiet, and for the most part, it was working. To have her simply snarling was a miracle.
However, all of a sudden, the red barreled forward, her footsteps hard and heavy. For such an ungainly beast, she was deadly fast. AUDREN-AUSK'S. SIRAUNESK AND SIRAUNESK'S DANGER. BAD DANGER. SIRAUNESK AND SIRAUNESK'S HURTING. STUPID SIRAUNESK AND SIRAUNESK'S, [/i] screamed the red as she ran. Audren threw herself after the impulsive wher, knowing better than to yell at her to stop. Nothing would stop Ausk now. Shards, she would blast right through a rock wall, even. Ausk burst out into the cold late-autumn air. It stung Audren's cheeks. Her wher's thundering footfalls rang out in the night air. It was uncomfortably syncopated with her pounding heartbeats. Ausk wasn't telling her what was going on. The only thing she was getting from the red was a strong, relentless wave of feeling that something was terribly, terribly wrong. It was only when Ausk threw herself at something that Audren finally realized what was happening. Ausk landed on top of one of the twin blacks, sticking every claw she had into him. Her jagged-toothed maw opened wide and then slammed down into him as well. Her whole body shook as she tore at him. NO EAT. NO EAT SIRAUNESK'S. DIE. DIE. DIE. DEAD. DIE. AUSK KILL. AUSK KILL NOW. AUSK WIN. DIE! DIE! she shrieked to both of the blacks. She lifted her bloody muzzle and screamed, her throat burning with the force of the battle cry. Audren, panting and wide-eyed, stayed far away. Ausk was scarcely bigger than a mark from here, but she felt the rage as if she was the red. It made her weak at the knees. Helpless. Overwhelmed. She could almost taste the wher blood in her own mouth.[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by purnip on Oct 31, 2010 12:09:23 GMT -5
On duty that night, Wrynri sensed danger the moment his wher's eyes were whirling reds and oranges--rare colors for a gentle giant like Wrynsk. Even Page, the flitter whose heart belonged to no one, was fluttering about madly, screeching just before she flew off into the night like a agitated bat.
Siraunesk's in trouble! the Brown announced, making this danger all the more clear. Stay! I help Ausk!
With that, the Brown charged into the dark after Page, leaving a concerned handler behind. Wrynri was tempted to follow, but he knew it would have been stupid and dangerous to get involved in something dangerous while the situation was still being wrestled under control. Out there, Siraune was hurt. She was the Redhandler who graduated their class just shortly before this wretched night. Would he never get to thank her? The thought hadn't crossed his mind until it began to dawn on him that she could be dead. No. He didn't want to come to that conclusion. Maybe she could still be saved.
So he did follow, albeit keeping an eye out to prevent yet another catastrophe. He needed to find Siraune. Maybe he could still bring her to safety, or maybe Siraunesk could still be recovered. Wrynri didn't usually care so much about others, if at all, but when it came down to someone he shared something in common with, it was harder to ignore. She was a handler, just like him. This could have happened to him and his wher, just candlemarks after they graduated to proper handlerhood. Arriving near the scene of the crime, as it was not very far from his post, the carnage suggested nothing pure could come of it. Ausk was tearing one wild wher apart, while its twin was being cornered by a very angry Wrynsk. Wrynri had never seen such a ferocity in his Brown's manner, but he could understand.
The Black Wrynsk singled out dropped the body in his maw just as the Brown was upon him. Wrynri stepped back, able to see very little of what was going on in the darkness. All he knew was that the large, red, and lifeless hulk was unmistakably Siraunesk's. Page was fluttering about madly, screeching her brains out. Once in a while she dove at the Black that Wrynsk was wrestling whenever there was a clear opening, though her tiny claws did no damage to a tough wher hide. The Brown didn't really need her help in that case, but he snapped at firelizard one of the times she dove down, concerned about her safety. It gave the twin Black an opportunity to sink his teeth into the Brown's shoulder. Wrynsk cried out in pain and his handler could feel it. But what could he do? He was angry and frightened all at once. It was a state he was not unfamiliar with.
Despite the injury, the attack was just what the Brown needed to kick himself up a notch. He ruthlessly clawed at the Black's torso with his good foreleg before he clamped his jaws around his neck and nearly ripped the wher's head off snapping it. The wild wher fell limp, but Wrynsk only hissed and pushed the carcass around a little. It didn't deserve to die a dignified death. He stopped not because he thought it was enough, but because his shoulder was bleeding and he didn't want to become another casualty. The smell of blood was likely to attract more of them. Siraunesk and Siraunesk's avenged, he growled, turning to his handler and limping towards him. Wrynsk hurt, but Siraunesk and Siraunesk's dead. If the big Brown could cry, he might have. His voice went from strict to sorrowful with every passing word.
Wrynri was tense, glancing about as he hugged the Brown's head that the wher offered. "Call Risk. It might still be dangerous out here and someone needs to collect them. We can't just leave them out here." He looked to Audren, whose Red fought the other twin. "How could this happen? I thought our jobs were to prevent this kind of thing from happening." In his flustered state, he was willing to lay the blame on anyone. Audren was just unlucky enough to be the first person he saw.
Meanwhile, Wrynsk obliged and reached out to the Gold, who would no doubt be furious about the news as she had every right to be. Siraunesk and Siraunesk's dead. Danger still, maybe. Killers dead.
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Post by Reky on Nov 11, 2010 13:47:00 GMT -5
Soon enough, the black wher she was taking on was dead, its body ripped full of holes. Green blood pooled around it like a black hole in the night, and she licked her muzzle clean. Her claws were stained dark. She screamed out to the sky again, and turned to the other black. There was a problem, though. The other black was already dead. A brown, its killer, was standing over it.
Ausk was furious. The brown - a newly-graduated Wherling, no less - had stolen her kill. She had all of her energy built up to unleash upon the second black, and now there was no reason for it. She felt her blood pulsing through her veins. She had had it under control! She would have been able to do it herself! She didn't need a tiny, insignificant brown to help her! She didn't need any help at all! She was red. Did she look like she needed help? It was insulting. She was bigger than him. Better than him. How dare he still what was hers to kill? All of Ausk's rage, then, was directed at Wrynsk. She opened her bloodstained maw and roared at him, a gurgling, sky-shaking roar. Then she lunged at him.
She didn't care if he was calling to Risk. She didn't care if he thought he was doing good. She pinned him to the ground and screamed at him again. She wouldn't dare hurt him. He was a wher from the Weyr. But oh, how she wanted to...
YOU TAKE AUSK'S KILL. DO NOT AGAIN. DO NOT. AUSK NO NEED HELP. AUSK NO NEED HELP FROM TINY BROWN. DO NOT HELP. NEVER HELP. [/i] She pushed down on him to further drill her point into his mind. He should be afraid of her. She was red. She was bigger, better, and she was a female. The last part was quite possibly the scariest of them all. Still seething, Ausk left him be. She stalked back towards Hers, taking her time, making every footstep powerful and imposing. She was not leaving because she was defeated -- she was leaving because she had to, but didn't want to. If this Weyr was hers, Wrynsk would be dead. "Siraune and Siraunesk were on patrol," Audren whispered. Ausk's rage was still hitting her like a tsunami. She was light-headed; weak. "I don't know how they missed it. I... I don't know." She swallowed, and looked at Wrynri. She was scared. Her wher scared her. "I'm so sorry. I... I..."And then Ausk was there. COME, AUDREN-AUSK'S. WE GO. LEAVE STUPID BROWN AND BROWN'S,[/i] she commanded, and Audren had not the mind to argue. Her wher took her away.[/size][/blockquote] |
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