Reky
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Post by Reky on Jun 7, 2011 14:26:39 GMT -5
Audren was an organized person. She had to be. With a temperamental wher like Ausk, keeping on track and punctual was difficult, but Audren had it down to a precise science. A schedule gave Ausk no wiggle room; she had no choice by to reluctantly follow her handler around to her various engagements. Now, as acting Alphahandler, the pair was busier than ever. There were many papers to write out - lesson schedules, patrol schedules (as she liked to give her handlers the choice of shifts that varied week to week), patrol reports, and growth reports on the wherlings. Ausk hated paperwork. She got bored and angry with Audren just sitting around and writing.
This particular day was, comparatively, going to be rather lax. She had posted the schedule for this sevenday's lessons in the wherling barracks at the beginning of that sevenday, giving the wherlings plenty of time to plan ahead. Today's lesson would, rather than taking place right after evening had set, happen about a candlemark after midnight. The timing had worked out well - the evening hatching the night before might had shaken some of the wherlings out of bed early. They would probably appreciate the chance to sleep in until the middle of the night.
Lessons had been a little more spread out lately while Audren caught Kalenna and Kalesk up on what they would need to know to be integrated into the rest of the Black wherling class. Everything had been covered now: how to properly cut up a herdbeast carcass to feed whers until they were old enough to eat by themselves, how to oil and bathe a wher, basic essential exercises to help build muscles, and, more recently, stretching the boundaries of one's telepathic link with their wher. Connections between whers and humans were stronger than those between firelizards, but not as strong as those between dragons. To be effective guards for the Weyr, one had to be able to keep contact with their wher even if it ran off to attack a threat. That was today's lesson: the running part.
Audren took advantage of sleeping in, as well. However, she still woke much earlier than the lesson, ate, and set up two lines of rope pinned down by stakes, each at either end of the weyrbowl. When she was satisfied with her handiwork, she looked up at the moons. They were both nice and full, shedding a good amount of light on her makeshift racetrack. The crashing of the waterfall was nice white noise, and the river glittered. It was a nice spring night for racing. Alright, Ausk. Ask them to come.
Ausk grunted. 'Ask' wasn't really in her vocabulary, so she shouted, WHERLING AWAKE. OUTSIDE. AUDREN-AUSK'S NEED AWAKE OUTSIDE. [/i] There was an unmistakable tone of disgust on her voice as she yelled at every single wheret, even Kalesk (since Kalesk was still 'tiny Kalesk, Ausk more best' according to the red). Then, the redpair waited, until she had everyone out there. Audren took these moments to retie her mess of black hair. "Alright," she said, when the last of the wherlings had trickled in to stand in front of her. "First things first - everyone, please welcome Kalenna and gold Kalesk to the Black class. They will be joining us every lesson now." She kept the introduction short and sweet. "Moving on. So, these past few sevendays we've been working on keeping you mental connections strong, no matter how far away your wher is, and we've been doing exercises to start getting healthy. I assigned some simple exercise routines for homework - hopefully you've been doing them in your spare time." Audren grinned; winked. "It'll show if you haven't been working out, because today we're going to have a bit of fun. It's probably been a little drab the past little while - yeah, I know, I saw yawns at the muscle anatomy lesson, don't think I didn't catch 'em - so I'm giving you guys a break. Just something fun to follow the dragon hatching. Hopefully some of you went to watch, or at least got in on the feast."She walked over to stand by the closest rope line. "Tonight is race night! This is the starting line, and the finish line is way over at the other end of the bowl. Ausk will be down there, watching to see who wins. Faranth knows she'll watch the finish like... well, a watch-wher." She chuckled. "Whers, it's your job to run like the wind! Handlers, you will be staying at this end of the track with me. You get to be the cheerleaders! Your job, though, is to make sure that your whers come back to you from way at the other end of the bowl... Make sure they walk outside of the track, instead of on it, so they don't get run over.
"We'll be doing three heats - two of four and one of five - so we don't have all thirteen of you crowding the track." Audren quirked another smile, finding the idea quite amusing... Thirteen little whers all knocking into each other. "Heats are organized by size.
"Heat number one: Kalesk, Khesk, Damask, and Keelsk.
"Heat number two: Pask, Sagarsk, Hessk, Nisk, and Dask.
"Heat number three: Cask, Mavrisk, Kisk, and Fenrisk.
"Alright, got that? We're going to get started right away. I think Ausk is already at the other end there..." Audren stood higher to see if her wher had reached the finish. You ready, Ausk? she asked, and received an indignant head-toss in reply. Audren turned back to the weyrlings. "Yep, she's there. Okay! Heat number one, come up to the starting line. Wait until I say go." She waited until the gold, red, bronze and brown were ready, then, "On your mark... Get set... GO!!"She watched them run, and then did the same starting for heat number two and heat number three. Each time, Ausk announced, quite loudly and angrily, the order in which the whers crossed the finish line... (( OoC: Okay! Fun times! You don't need to post in any particular order, because that would be silly. Just post your pair having fun and racing, and whatever funny things may happen, and I will roll some dice to figure out the winners, and I will announce it at the end! I will also add negatives to your roll if you want your wher to mess up or be ditzy... I'll base it on the posts! : ) Have fun! ))[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by larkwing on Jun 7, 2011 15:00:14 GMT -5
Rin listened patiently as Audren went through her speach. Beside him, Mavrisk was hunkered close to His' legs. No want meet others! Others scary! Shaking his head, Rin got down on one knee, making sure that he was still listening as Audren named the teams. Don't worry buddy. You'll be fine. Now, think of it this way...Mavrisk no want run! Shooshing the frightened black, Rin rubbed the wheret's eye-ridges. Think of it like this, you don't want them to catch you right?
Stamping his pitch black foot into the ground, the wheret nodded his head. No catch! Smiling, Rin got to his feet. Okay, then if you run faster than them you won't be caught. Thinking for a moment, Mavrisk agreed and wobbled over to the starting line. The wheret cast a weary glance at the others next to him, but the black ignored them with some urging from Rin.
Don't worry, just run. Turning his gray. blue eyes on his black, the boy took a deep breath. In the same instant, Mavrisk did too. That's it buddy, breath with me. I'll always be there to protect you. Moving his head around, the wheret eyed the shadows cautiously. There bad things! No Mavrisk, they won't get you if you run faster, and you can run faster. The little wheret nodded his head. Mavrisk fast, Mavrisk beat!
Hearing the signal, the black started out and sped along the track....
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Post by Cathaline on Jun 7, 2011 15:39:12 GMT -5
It had been a busy time for Kalenna and Kalesk, learning what they needed to learn; Kalenna did her duty just as she always had, and Kalesk submitted to the lessons as well, knowing that as soon as the boring part was over, they could go for a run. That had been the easy part, the exercise; Kalesk itched to let her desire for freedom uncoil, and eventually Kalenna had hit on the idea of tying a thin rope around bits of her meal and sprinting off so Kalesk could pretend to hunt it. Of course, Kalesk was a great deal faster and the game never lasted long, but it strengthened their bond, too: sometimes Kalenna would start farther away, and Kalesk would have to come and find her in the darkened bowl.
Kalesk excelled at that. She was the huntress.
The lesson was late that night, though they rose at the same time as usual; after Kalesk's feeding, Kalenna dropped into the dining hall to get the scoop on the dragon hatching she had not attended. It was with a smirk on her lips that she returned to Kalesk. So the arrogant Qosis hadn't Impressed the pink she'd wished for him...he'd gotten a tan instead. Perfect. She would make sure to extend her sincere congratulations to him if she saw him again, though they would be tinged with mirth.
They arrived on time for the lesson, of course, and though Kalenna didn't want to seem unapproachable, she was forced to stand slightly to the side - not by protocol or Audren, but by Kalesk's ire. Crowd, she snarled simply, her muscles bunched, prepared to snap at any who dared to threaten Kalenna.
Her mood brightened - if Kalesk could ever be called "bright" in that sense, or really any sense - at the announcement of the race. Kalesk win, she said simply, stretching languidly before moving to the starting line, keeping as much space as possible between herself and the other whers. Kalenna did not want her to strike them, so she would not - not unless they bumped into her. Then she would not be responsible for lashing out. They should know better than to touch her.
Victory didn't drive Kalesk, but her own particular breed of pride did. She did not want to win because she was queen or because she was best, but because she was the runner, the hunter. This was who she was, and she was made for this. Privately, Kalenna did have her doubts; Kalesk was younger than the others she was up against, after all. It would not be a huge surprise if she lost to them, although Kalenna did hope she won. Her sleek body was built for speed as much as for strength, and she had both to spare.
The gold took off as soon as Audren spoke, loping across the bowl, completely in tune with her body - and Kalenna was in tune with her. Their connection did not falter with distance, and win or no win, Kalenna couldn't help but smile. Kalesk was wonderful, and in moments like these she wasn't sure how she'd ever wanted anything but this.
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Post by matsi on Jun 7, 2011 21:44:25 GMT -5
Nisk had been out cold in the bed along side of Hers. She lavished herself in his warmth, and in the grasps of his arms. Then the voice of the red echoed into her mind. The young green Wher’s head popped up quickly, and her eyes danced with her normal, wild colors.
Nikan! Red call. Red scare Nisk! Nisk listen! Nikan and Nisk go! The green leapt out of the bed and danced on the floor as she looked at Nikan, eyes growing frantic.
”Ausk? What does she want?” Nikan said as he rubbed his eyes and looked at his brightly colored green.
Outside! Red want outside! Nikan Go! Nisk Go! HURRY! A mixture of fear of the red wher and of excitement boiled in Nisk as she did what looked like a potty dance. Nikan groaned and rolled out of his bed. Slowly, he started to get dressed, grumbling to himself while Nisk almost yelled at him to hurry up.
Even as they headed out towards where the Red and her handler waited. Others walked out at the same time, which made Nikan and Nisk both perk up. More people and whers meant more fun! Nisk bounded up a few lengths, stopped and looked at Nikan, and trilled a deep sound.
Nikan happy? Nisk Happy! Nisk fun! Nikan have fun! Fun is….FUN! The wheret let out her own little giggle as she waited for Nikan to catch up. Her body almost shook with excitement as other young whers gathered. But when she had to sit still in front of Audren, she groaned and whined as the red handler spoke. She wanted to go! She didn’t care about the new gold, all she cared about was the race! She wanted to run with the others! She would be fast! Faster! Fastest! As her thoughts raced, Nikan nudged her in the butt with his foot, trying to get her to shut up. Nisk looked up at hers, and let her tongue flop out of her mouth, for she knew the face annoyed him.
Nisk, please! This is important! Nikan had to hold in his laughter at the green and looked back at Audren.
Finally it was time to go. The first race went by, and the whole time, Nisk wiggled and whine like a small baby.
Nisk go! Nisk Fast! Nisk go NOW! she whined to Nikan, earning another small shove from Nikan.
Nikan! Go! Nisk want!
Soon, Nisk. You will be next! Nikan laughed and knelt next to Nisk, rubbing his face against hers. She let out a croon, but was soon whining again.
Then it was her turn. At the word go, the young green took off.
Nisk go! NISK GO FAST! she let out a small squeaking roar, trying to show her excitement, but only tripped herself up. Soon, the green was rolling head over feet.
”NISK!” Nikan yelped as he saw his ‘baby’ rolling. Worry filled him, but soon it vanished as Nisk got up, and started running again, a wher’s laugh echoing in her chest and mind.
Nisk Fine and Funny! She crooned into Nikan’s mind as she reached Ausk.
Now walk OFF of the track, Nisky! Not on. You don’t want to get run into.
Fine. No Walk. Run! She let out another humming laugh and ran off of the track and all the way back to Hers. By the time she was back to hers, she flopped onto the ground, panting, but her eyes whirling with glee.
((sorry the coding is not here. Wasn't cooperating with the matsi thistime))
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Post by Boo on Jun 7, 2011 23:08:21 GMT -5
Kisk jumped to his feet with excitement at hearing his mother's voice in his head. He waggled his spindly body happily and then started chewing on His' booted foot. Kire had fallen asleep without getting properly changed and had been too tired to notice the fact that she was still wearing her shoes. She jumped up when she felt the teeth through the shoes and yelped.
Kisk Love! Kisk love! Lesson. Mummy called! Lesson time! Came the cheerful voice in her head.
Kisk was hanging off her boot as it slipped a little. He was looking at her, waggling his body in happiness. The boot slipped off her foot and Kisk fell to the floor. He immediately scrambled to his feet and charged into the door frame before shaking his head and running from their room.
"Wait! Kisk! Come back! I need my shoe!" Kire took off after her Wher following him to outside.
Kisk skidded to a halt next to Greenone and waggled his tail happily, still holding Kire's boot in his mouth. Kire stopped beside him and doubled up, breathing heavily.
She tried to grab the shoe from Kisk but he immediately thought it a game and started growling, gripping the boot even tighter.
Kisk! No! I need the boot.
Kisk let go when MummyHers started speaking. He watched her attentively but cocked his head at most of the instructions. Kire managed to pull her shoe on and listen to what was happening. A race!? But Kisk was the best runner there was!! She glanced at the Gold nearby and pulled an anxious expression. But... Kisk would be eaten by that Wher... Kisk was now trying to dig a hole or something...
When it was their turn to race Kire smiled at Kisk. He seemed to catch the gist of what was going on. Lining up next to the other smaller Whers he waggled his body again. Audren yelled 'Go' and Kisk took off, almost at the lead, tongue lolling out of his mouth. Kire cheered for him through their bond but suddenly Kisk put his nose to the ground and started sniffing something.
No, no Kisk! You have to run to the finish line!! Catch up!!
Kisk jumped to attention and started running again...
Back to her...
He sat at her feet happily and bugled.
KISK WIN!! No other Whers! Kisk best!
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Post by Chek on Jun 15, 2011 14:33:05 GMT -5
Damali wasn't too sure how she felt about a race as a training technique, especially since at her side Damask huffed in annoyance, flopping down onto the ground in the most dignified manner she could and resting her head upon her front legs, tucking her feet under her chin to disguise the pinkish shade. Race dumb. Not care about. the red grumbled, swishing her tail back and forth in agitation. IF she was racing, everyone would look at her, which was good! But everyone would look at her…mortifying pink too, which was bad.
Damali leaned down and scratched Damask's jaw, They'll be looking at Kalesk - she's fast and will probably win. Damali didn't have any illusions, especially as Damask echoed her agreement along their bond, So they'll look at her, and you can just run fast enough to get there and back to me quick, and it'll all be over. We already know we can hear each other all the way across the bowl, And that Damali could force her to obey no matter her mood went unspoken - both of them fully understood how the relationship worked.
Rumbling her agreement with this plan, Damask rose and sauntered over to the starting line, moving to the spot furthest away from the rest of the crowd…which was unfortunately near the little usurping Queen. Damali pressed on that thought disapprovingly, and Damask turned her head away from the little Gold. Best not to be tempted,
When the signal to start came, she set off at a quick lope, her proportionally long legs eating up the distance to the finish line with surprising speed - she even forgot herself and the plan towards the end, breaking out into her full running speed in order to lessen the gap between her and the other whers she was competing against. She ran for a little ways past the end of the track, slowing gently, and then shook herself before turning and swaggering back along the side of the track, head high, to her handler.
Damali rubbed her red's cheeks and chin as Damask butted her with aggressive demands for affection, grinning, You are the best, win or lose. You were gorgeous.
Damask puffed up, preening, ALWAYS best. She hissed angrily at another wher coming too close, though. Damali soothed her, though she was worried - lessons usually weren't this high energy, and the last time they had been in a crowd (instead of watching one) that was this worked up,,,well, it had been the Hatching. And Damali knew very well how that had turned out… So she kept a hand on her wher's head, and Damask's head as close to her body as possible.
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Post by Lan on Jun 18, 2011 4:03:02 GMT -5
Dask awoke to her mother's call, slipping from her curled up position as slick and agile as a feline. She stretched, not exactly hurried about getting there too quickly, and after a yawn she slid over to Darryl's bed and climbed on top of him. Darryyyyyl, She tickles his nose with her tongue, calling him out of his sleep with her teasing mental voice. DarrylDask. Wakey wakey. Outside. We go.
Darryl grunted, swatting at her tongue as it licked his nose, and he swore under his breath. He blinked at her, still not quite used to this shared bond between them, and instead of speaking merely shoved the green off of him so he could get up and get ready. Dask hissed, hurt by the action, and as he tried to get his trousers on she stepped on them and stared up at him. DarrylDask not nice. Be nicer. She headbutted his leg, causing him to stumble. Darryl sighed.
"Sorry, Dask." She snorted and moved to the door, flicking him with her tail as she moved passed him. He smiled at her, warming up now that he was awake and moving. Once he was dressed they were on their way.
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Darryl listened to Audren's words, but Dask was less interested in what the human was saying. She was MORE interested in what MommyAusk was doing. However, the word "race" did catch her ear. She perked up, reflective eyes focusing on AudrenAusk's as she spoke of racing. Dask could race. Dask could race prettily. Dask would be the best runner because she would be the prettiest. But she was not in the first list of names. Dask snorted. Why Dask not first? She demanded of Darryl, flicking him with her tail. Dask prettiest. Dask be first. Pretty Dask first!
"Hold on, you have to wait your turn..." Darryl merely instructed, looking down his nose at her like a father would to an unruly child. Dask grunted. Lady wrong. Dask first. Dask always first! DarrylDask make Dask first? She sidled up next to him, rubbing her neck against his leg as she made what a wher might call attractive noises toward him. Darryl shook his head. "Nope. You have to wait your turn like the rest." Dask snubbed her nose at him, but remained quiet.
When it was Dask's turn, though, she was overjoyed! Dask turn! Pretty Dask! Dask run! Dask make all other whers jealous! She took off a half a second early, running as fast as her young legs could carry her. But, her head start was for not. Dask was not the most fit wher, and although Darryl did get her to do her exercises she did not do them with much vigor... and it showed. Dask got tired half-way through and resumed the track at a walking pace. Her stunted wings she held far to the side as if strutting. She didn't really seem to care much about winning.
Dask! What are ya doing? Darryl asked, mentally facepalming at his wher. Run! Don't you want to win?
No. Dask pretty. Look Dask! Dask picked up the pace a bit to a light jog, but she was certainly not going to win. She was too busy making poses for her siblings. |
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Post by Admin on Jun 28, 2011 15:39:48 GMT -5
Reluctantly crouched at the starting line,
Engines pumping and thumping in time.
The green light flashes, the flags goes up,
Churning and burning, they yern for the cup.
Red sound angry. No logic for anger; Pask commented, not sure about how he felt with the yelling in his head. He sat beside Paget, back straight and head up. The harper was already awake, having adjusted more fully to night living than was probably necessary. She'd never been one for strict schedules and night allowed her to avoid dealing with people she hated. There were some perks to being a wherling, though anyone who tried to tell her she wasn't a harper would . . . find out another advantage she believed of having her loyal Pask. She grunted in response to the blue's comment and then set aside the guitar that sat across her lap. Standing up, she ambled towards the door of their small room. She didn't stop there; she merely whistled. Knowing that he was to follow, Pask hurried after her like a summoned dog. He supposed her could handle more illogical Ausk.
Paget, her blue at her side as before, was out of place with the others, standing separate from the youngsters that surrounded her. She didn't mind being a wherling, but she definitely didn't feel like she belonged. When she graduated, she had no intention of being a guard or even staying in the Weyr. She'd be a harper, one with a harper blue wher to guard her instruments and keep her company. Pask was something to love. He got her out of having to care about other people; she liked that. Why race? Pask was curious, watching the first group line up while Paget yawned. She'd barely paid attention to watch Audren had said, though she did rather like the competent redhandler. She had no answer to her blue's question, as she did not see the point of racing either. She could call Pask; that was enough. She shrugged at him and watched the first heat.
Racing not logical; Pask pressed when his heat came up. He did not wish to run; he did not see the point. He wished to stay right beside his handler. Just go; Paget told him, not about to let him be clingy. The sooner he did it, the sooner it would be over and she could go back to fiddling with her guitar. Or perhaps her violin. She'd fiddle with something, either way, as soon as the lesson was finished. Under his handler's orders, Pask picked himself up and finally trotted over to the starting line. If Paget told him to do it, he would do it. He stood, rather unprepared, but ready nonetheless to do as he was told, in between his larger brothers and smaller sisters. Then Audren shouted go and he took off, loping down the track on a rule straight path he set for himself. He did not notice Dask strutting, though he did see Nisk trip. He mostly focused his attention forward.
As they speed thru the finish the flags go down,
The fans get up, and get out of town.
The arena is empty except for one man,
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Post by Sakoru on Jun 29, 2011 12:29:04 GMT -5
Ausk call. Lesson time, Khesk announced, sitting on the floor by his human's bed and looking up at him. He chirped faintly, drawing a small smile from the albino as he reached out with his good left hand to scratch the bronze's nose. The wher tolerated this, and then tilted his head and stared at Khemres pointedly. Must go.
Khemres knew that his bonded was right, and he rolled himself out of bed without complaint, getting prepared in record time. Making Ausk angry was not on his list of fun things to do. Granted, lessons weren't either: despite his love of learning new things, being around other people tended to dampen that love of knowledge just a bit. Still, it was necessary, and as Khesk kept reminding him, a bronzehandler had to do what was necessary. The wher was still determined to make a leader out of His (which, Khemres thought, had to be the most frustrating plan ever invented).
So it was that the pair arrived outside (well, them and Zetri, who was perched on his humanpet's shoulder), and dutifully listened to Audren's speech. A race, was it? Khemres was full of confidence in his wher; he glanced down at the creature with a small smile, brushing his bronze's mind with his own. You ready?
Always ready, no matter what. Have to be, Khesk responded matter-of-factly, and took his place at the starting line when the first heat was called. Being rather duty-oriented, he'd performed all of his exercises with a great deal of vigour and enthusiasm, no matter how silly they tended to make him look. By this point, the bronze was loaded with muscle -- he wasn't astoundingly fast, but he was strong, with a lot of stamina for his age. Maybe enough to win, but he wouldn't mind if he didn't.
The instant Audren said 'go,' Khesk took off, bounding straight ahead so he wouldn't crash into either of his siblings or Kalesk. It took very little effort to keep him going on a straight path, and the bronze galloped along towards the finish line. As soon as he'd crossed it, he came circling back to rejoin His and sat obediently at his side, watching his siblings to be sure that none of them did anything terribly immature or foolish. And, of course, he provided the same steadying assurance that Khemres' nerves always seemed to need.
Wake up, stupid. Lesson. Sagarsk not want miss. Someone need remember everything. Sagarsk hopped up on the end of his human's bed, earning a narrow blue glare from Sagaral. The wherling turned over, and then thought better of it and sat up. Did Ausk say what we're doing? If it was something stupid and pointless, the bluehandler would love to miss it. True, he liked learning, and even studying... but most of the stuff they'd been learning about he already knew. Some people's parents had whers, thanks very much, and he was already familiar with a lot of what Audren had been telling them.
No. Best go. Want Ausk eat like Damask? the blue inquired sweetly, tilting his head and shuffling forward so that his sharp claws rested pointedly next to His' knee. The boy scoffed and reluctantly got himself ready, then headed outside to the Bowl. It was so nice to be off those crutches: easier to get around and easier to avoid Damali and her blasted red. Except at lessons, which Sagaral tended to depart post-haste in an effort to avoid offending Damask and having his other knee dislocated. The first one already ached a lot of the time now; he didn't need another.
A race. He'd been dragged out of bed for a race? While highly competitive, Sagaral was not interested in running along a straight track, and even less interested in watching his wher do the same. This could be partly because Sagarsk was apt to mock him about something or other even if he didn't happen to be doing anything at the time. That because Sagaral very existence be stupid. Lots to mock, the blue explained smugly, earning a glare from His. Just to annoy his handler, he offered a greeting chirp to Damask, and then followed Sagaral over to the other end of the group, away from both of the redhandlers. There they waited in silence, not particularly wanting to cause trouble right where Damask could see them (more correctly, where she could see Sagaral).
As soon as his heat came up, Sagarsk detached himself from his handler's side and trotted over to the starting line. Much like some of his siblings, he hadn't been performing his exercises with any particular vigour, but following His around probably worked to the same end, what with all the wandering the blue wherling tended to do. So, when the word 'go' rang out, the blue bounded forward, utilizing all the strength in his compact body to get himself across that finish line and into some sort of placing.
By the end his strength had flagged, and he was forced to trot instead of sprint the rest of the way to the finish line. Whatever place he'd come in, the blue was content with it. Sagaral honestly didn't care as long as they got to leave, though he offered a brisk 'good job' when the wher came ambling back (not on the track despite His' failure to pay attention). He paused for a moment by Damali and Damask, though, stopping a respectful distance away, and offered a faint chirp to the red. Damask look nice when run. Very pretty, he complimented, and then went on his way. Whether he did it to unnerve his handler or not was a mystery, but Sagarsk, tired from all the exertion, ended up flopping at the wherling's feet and saying no more for the rest of the lesson. |
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Post by Reky on Jul 3, 2011 21:25:33 GMT -5
Heat by heat, the wherlets ran. Audren was thoroughly amused by all of the distinct personalities in the group, as she always was. She heard Hester answering Hessk's endless questions aloud, Paget and Pask, silent and calm. They were a great class to have and she was honoured to teach them. Some of the whers did not understand the idea of the race - and she realized, smirking, that two of those were Ausk's children - but most of them seemed to be running their hardest. Those that weren't would earn their handlers a quick talk on maintaining control of their wher, but not tonight. Tonight was meant to be fun.
As each heat finished up, Ausk barked out the rankings.
KHESK WIN, she announced at the end of the first heat. KEELSK TWO, DAMASK THREE. KALESK FOUR. [/i] For the second heat, PASK WIN, HESSK TWO, SAGARSK THREE, NISK FOUR, DASK TOO SLOW.[/i] And for the third, FENRISK WIN. THEN CASK, THEN MAVRISK. The missing name only came after an irritated snarl. KISK WRONG. BAD.Be nice, Ausk, Audren stressed. Then she congratulated her class and dismissed them. It was a fine lesson, she hoped. There had been very little teaching involved, but she hoped there had been a decent amount of learning, and a decent amount of fun.[/size][/blockquote] |
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