Boo
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Post by Boo on Sept 15, 2011 0:50:11 GMT -5
It was evening at the Gather and Kire was outside with her black wher trotting at her heels. Kisk, tongue lolling out of his mouth, appeared to be simply excited to be somewhere else. Once they had cleared the majority of the crowd, the black bounded forwards and jumped at a small plant with a strange gurgle. Being in the gardens was certainly interesting and it was great to see Kisk so excited about something… Not that he was ever anything different. He jumped out of the plants and then ran his way back over to his handler. Kire smiled and petted his head.
KISK AM GOOD!?
Always.
KISK AM ALWAYS GOOD!
He bugled softly at her and then looked around the area with a waggling body. After a moment he raised his head to sniff the air. He thought he could smell something out there… Something interesting.
Kisk am smell others. Whers!
Well, yes, there are some whers in the Hold. Perhaps you are smelling them?
Kisk shook his head fervently. No, no that wasn’t right at all. It was a wher he knew not a wher from the Hold. He’d smelled those ones before in the evening. The whers he could smell now were definitely familiar to him!
No! It wher from home! Good whers! Kisk am sure! Kisk am want kiss forshards!!!
Not if you use language like that.
But it good forshards! Much good!
No, it’s much bad Kisk. We don’t want to use those words.
Kisk seemed to pout and dropped his belly to the ground looking imploringly up at Kire with the sorriest excuse for puppy eyes she had ever seen. She could only laugh and knelt beside the wher, giving him a kiss on his knobbly head.
I do wish you would stop using that word Kisk.
Kisk didn’t seem to pay much heed to her request as he jumped to his feet and then turned around in a circle before licking her face. After a moment he stopped and charged towards some shape with a bugling call of excitement.
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Lan
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Post by Lan on Sept 15, 2011 15:42:17 GMT -5
Dask is slinky. Dask is pretty. See Dask slink. See Dask pretty.
Darryl padded along behind the green wher, keeping an eye on her as she moved with as much grace a wher could possess. Her reflective eyes turned this way and that as she slid her way through the darkness. There was no one to admire her here. She didn't like it. There was no one to tease or taunt or flirt with. And she was so beautiful! But only Darryl was there... the fuddy-duddy father in their symbiotic relationship. She paused a moment and hissed with frustration.
Dask pretty. None look. No fair! Dask circled around Darryl and looked up at him with expectant eyes. DarrylDask look Dask. DarrylDask see! Dask pretty! Where others? Her tone was demanding and impatient. She flicked her tail behind her as her claws dug into the ground. A slow purring growl emanated from her throat when he took too long to answer.
"Yes, Dask is pretty." Darryl gave a short chuckle as he rolled his eyes. Dask noticed the gesture and growled again. He shook his head and continued walking ahead of her. Even her growl had its own beauty... like halfway between a contented cat and a frustrated dragon. It amused him sometimes. Most of the time it was just a pain because it meant she was going to do something stupid.
Dask no move! Dask pretty! DarrylDask find others! Admire! She sat her rump right on the ground and didn't move another inch. Her head was held high in the air as if snubbing the scent of the ground. Darryl stopped and rubbed his temples. There was no way to out-stubborn her, that much he had found out over the past turn. Outsmarting her, though... well, that was a different story. Darryl smiled and looked back at her, keeping his voice level and firm. "How will we find others to admire if we don't keep walking?"
Dask paused a moment. What cogs had been given to her slowly turned in her brain. After quite some time she finally came up with an answer, her voice feigning a pensive quality, Mmm... Not know. Then she stood and began to walk again, flicking Darryl with her tail as she continued past him. Darryl held in another chuckle and moved along behind her. The continued for a while in silence before Dask dramatically stopped again.
Wher here. Dumb black. He see. Dask's mental voice spoke in a long and drawling tone. It seemed as if she had not made up her mind whether this was a good thing or a bad thing. A moment longer, though, and something came bounding toward them in the darkness. Dask sat down, wanting to seem firm and elegant. As the figure came closer, though, her squinting eyes widened in shock. No hit! Back! Admire! She stood, giving a warning hiss. Darryl, meanwhile, retired to some distance away. Seeing the figure of what he assumed to be the other wher's bonded, he moved toward her.
"Heya, Kire;" he smiled, waving at her before he jammed his hands back into his pockets. He glanced over at the two whers and then back at his human acquaintance. They were wherlings that had impressed to whers that came from the same mother: the murderous and angry red Ausk. As such, he had gotten to know the names of those others that had been equally blessed. He knew the names of the other wherlings as well, but he made a point to remember theirs first. "A cold night for a Gather," he mentioned, not feeling particularly inspired to be loquacious at the moment. Most of the time Dask talked enough for the two of them. Still, it was nice to hear a human voice that didn't emanate from his head every once in a while. |
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Boo
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Post by Boo on Sept 18, 2011 21:32:18 GMT -5
Yes! It was his sister! Dask! She was so cool! He remembered that in their race she had looked rather awesome. Well, she was a rather pretty wher and not only because she was his sister. He kept charging towards her and took a flying leap coming to a skidding and stumbling halt at her feet. He gurgled and looked up at the green wher. Dask was almost as best as everyone else he knew. Well, he actually thought she was really awesome!
KISK NO HIT FORSHARDS! KISK KISS!!!
Crawling forwards on his belly he stared adoringly up at the slightly larger wher, tongue lolling out of his mouth. He rather liked her colour. It was a good colour and she would be able to play hiding with him if they had some time for it!
Pretty Dask? Kisk admire! What admire? Kisk no know! Dask pretty good!
“Hello Darryl,” at least she remembered his name.
She had made it something of a point to find out those who were bonded to Kisk’s siblings. She didn’t know much else about him, unfortunately, but she remembered that Dask was also one of those who did not quite understand the concept of a race. That made her feel a little better.
“Yes, I suppose it is rather cold. I’ve only been to a few gathers before. I do not recall whether it was as cold at those.”
Kire smiled at Darryl and then looked at Kisk, hoping that he was being sensible but knowing that it was probably something of a false hope. The words she could hear through their bond indicated he was trying to speak with Dask. Somehow, she thought Dask was a little more clued into… Everything.
“Have you been to many gathers?”
What admire!?
Look at.
Oh! Kisk am do!!
Kisk looked back at Dask with his happily whirling eyes and waggling tail.
Kisk am look at Dask!!
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