Boo
Jr. Weyrwoman 
booct[M:-425]
Shirath: THOSE aren't spirit fingers... THESE ARE SPIRIT FINGERS!!!
Posts: 1,917
|
Post by Boo on Aug 3, 2011 21:06:56 GMT -5
ooc: before fire
Finally, she could try out some new things with the black wher before her. Kisk lay asleep, feet pawing the air every now and again as his tongue lolled out of his mouth. He was clearly having some sort of dream for he was also gurgling excitedly. Kire tapped into their bond and the dream became clearer to her. Kisk was running behind her until he finally got enough momentum to leap into the air and, with wings beating swiftly, he soared through the sky with Kire coming to join him, arms flapping.
Kire pulled her mind from Kisk’s with a smile. Kisk was convinced he would be able to fly one day and it saddened Kire a little that he would probably accomplish little more that a short glide through the air. Since meeting Orensk Kisk had taken to hopping everywhere just about, flapping his wings uselessly absolutely convinced that this would strengthen them for when he was older.
Leaning over the sleeping wher Kire petted his head until he jerked awake and jumped to his feet with excitement. Was there ever any other emotion the black had? Whenever Kire saw Kisk he seemed to be excited about one thing or another. It made her night to see him so happy about everything.
Am help? Chores!?
Yep! Well, not really. I wanted to do something of a patrol around the Wherling barracks just so you get used to being a Guard.
Kisk puffed his chest out and then scrabbled his way to the door, waggling his whole body as he waited for Kire to open it. Vesta was still curled up asleep but no doubt she would awaken soon and start cleaning again.
The door opened and Kisk charged out into the corridor, scratching the floor as he ran around in a tight circle.
Kisk! We’re going to play a game. It’s called pretend to be a… Runner!
Kisk looked at her in a confused way and then started prancing down the hall, copying those few Runners he had seen. Well, it was an improvement on the constant jumping he had developed…
[/blockquote] |
|
Zane
Drudge
zanect[M:0]
They see me rollin', they hatin'.~
Posts: 40
|
Post by Zane on Aug 3, 2011 23:34:21 GMT -5
Well this was heavily amusing. Keely had a wide spread grin on her face, leaning up against the wall her cot was set up by. With her back to it, her head was tilted skyward, watching her flitt’s perform their nightly ritual. They had become official nighthawks with Keelsk and her, and they loved every minute of it. The two sisters, both varying contrasts of green, were trying to outdo each other with aerial manoeuvres. The both of them had looked ridiculous the first go around, but now they weren’t half bad. They were both quite speedy, though Keely had to admit that Scroll was the faster of the two. Coral took the prize for beauty, so in a way they both won. Coral’s beauty gave her a near matchless grace, and yet Scroll was simply graceful by nature, despite her lack thereof appearance-wise.
Keelsk was already awake, the brown wher’s head raised skyward to watch the display also. He was silent, though curious as to why the two were always competing if nothing was gained come the end of it all. Those flitt’s and their meaningless pride. At least it made them happy, he supposed.
Keelsk think silly. Silly double greens.
”They’re completely silly. And yet I put up with them. You have to too. Sorry.” She flashed the brown a smirk, and he looked to her as if he perfectly understood her humour, which perhaps he did. He huffed, a breath of hot air leaving his nostrils. He flicked his tail in a feline-like manner, looking to the entrance of the room when he heard something. ”How’s your tail?” she asked him curiously, not seeming to notice right then that he was fixated on the sounds coming from the corridor. The wound had healed, but had left a decent scar. His fight with the red wher on the hatching sands had concerned her greatly, even before she knew that Keelsk was hers.
He answered her without giving her so much as a glance, on watch. Healed well. Nothing to worry.
Keely nodded casually, playing with her fingers out of boredom before heaving a sigh. Coral and Scroll had both ended their fun, curled up with one another on their bonded’s pillow. She had much preferred being at the Hold, though she wouldn’t trade her life with Keelsk for anything. It’s just that she’d been able to spend time out on the ships, and with the captivating shipfish. Not to mention she’d gotten to lie in the sun and enjoy the warmth of the sandy beaches for as long as she liked. There were half dressed girls wandering by all of the time, and she was never ashamed of sneaking a long peek. Here everyone was fully dressed, and she was awake at night so she barely ever saw anyone in the Weyr, let alone hot girls. Not that she could act on her impulses anyways because of Keelsk. It was hard to blame the brown, but she did, secretly.
She seemed to finally break free of her own thoughts long enough to realize the brown was like a stone statue. A growl rumbled in his throat, and her eyes narrowed in concern. ”What?”
Someone coming.
Keely glanced over to the door, springing up from her cot. She could really use some socializing! She didn’t care who it was. God, it sucked not to have other people around; not at all entertaining. ”Hey!” she said rather loudly, walking right on out to the pair that were coming her way. It was a girl and her black wher. She recognized them, they were wherling’s same as her. Keelsk was quick to join her outside their room. He looked much like a playful kitten, standing in front of Kisk waggling his hindquarter’s. His fellow wher's prance was making him think that he wanted to play too!
Keelsk play! Keelsk plaaaaaaaaaay!
Keely glanced down at her wher, and snorted, sheer amusement written all over her face. She couldn’t help but chuckle, looking to Kire apologetically. ”Sorry, I guess he has some energy to let loose...” She really didn't sound all that sorry.
|
|
Boo
Jr. Weyrwoman
booct[M:-425]
Shirath: THOSE aren't spirit fingers... THESE ARE SPIRIT FINGERS!!!
Posts: 1,917
|
Post by Boo on Aug 4, 2011 7:34:25 GMT -5
The success of Kire’s game lasted a few short minutes before Kisk seemed to lose interest and start acting like his normal old self. In all seriousness, Kire preferred it when Kisk was running about like a puppy because it meant he had energy. Some Whers she had seen seemed so… Tired. They didn’t seem to move at all and were so serious. Those kinds of Whers always made her feel a little nervous because they were so tough to understand. Looking at the black, whom had started bouncing again, she was glad she could tell what he was feeling even without a bond.
Kisk stopped suddenly and put his nose to the ground, tail in the air as he scurried his way down the hall.
Kisk am smell… OTHER KISK! Only not! Different!! It DifferentKisk!!
He gurgled excitedly and then tore off down the corridor only to skid to a halt. Apparently, the brown had noticed him coming before he had noticed the brown. Gurgling again Kisk ran a tight circle and then bounded towards the larger Wher. This one was big, almost as big as BossKalesk. BigBrownFriend! For any Wher Kisk met had to be a friend! There was no other explanation for it at all! Crooning a greeting to the Brown Kisk ran another tight circle around BestKire as she caught up with him.
Smiling at her fellow Wherling Kire shook her head dismissively having been preparing an apology of her own.
“Hello! It’s no trouble at all. Kisk and I were just going on our own patrol of sorts. Just practicing for when the real stuff happens!”
Kisk emitted an odd ‘woof’ in agreement but then turned his attention to the Brown.
KEELSK WANT PLAY!? KISK AM NOBLE PLAY!!!
Kisk puffed his chest out proudly for a moment before he started jumping up and down, flapping his wings enthusiastically.
Keelsk BigBrownFriend!? Friend Kisk!? Kisk Keelsk friend. Keelsk, Keelsk’s Kisk, Kisk’s! ALL SAME!!
The black seemed honestly pleased he had figured out that all their names started with the same sound and kept shouting the names over and over again in Kire’s mind substituting ‘Kisk’s’ for ‘Kire’.
[/blockquote] |
|
Zane
Drudge
zanect[M:0]
They see me rollin', they hatin'.~
Posts: 40
|
Post by Zane on Aug 22, 2011 18:03:30 GMT -5
Keelsk watched as the black bundle of energy came bonding on up to him. He leaned back, all of his feet firmly planted on the ground, waiting for something to happen. Then it did. Kisk was greeting him with a croon, and then darting back over to Kire to run a circle about His. Keelsk crooned back, hunkering down his front end while his back end was waving wildly in the air. He spanked his forepaws on the ground like a young pup, inviting Kisk to play!
Forshards! Keelsk want play forshards with Kisk! Forshards! Forshards with Kisk!
Keelsk seemed to have no problem letting any and all hear him. Keely however looked a bit flustered. It seemed that her wher had picked up on her catch phrase. Young wher’s cursing was probably frowned upon. ”For when the real stuff happens?” she questioned once her wher wasn’t making her laugh. ”I wish some real stuff would happen around here. It’s so different from what I’m used to,” she sighed. ”Sandy beaches, come back to me,” she smirked, shrugging since she knew they had to make the best of their situation. Not everyone was going to be fond of having to be up at night, and sleeping during the day. Surely this girl would understand what she meant.
Keelsk dropped to his side, flailing his limbs, his tongue oh so attractively flopped out.
Kisk can be Keelsk friend! Keelsk always want more. More friends, forshards! His declaration of friendship with the black wher was touching. Keely looked down as her wher’s back was pushing up against her leg, making her less balanced. Both wher and girl were looking to Kisk as he jumped up and down and flapped his wings. Keelsk wanted to get up to try too. ”Behave,” Keely scolded him gently. ”Wow, he’s not doing bad,” she teased, watching Kisk again.
Keelsk made a whining sound, accompanied by a snort. ”He’s just like a canine, I swear.” His mannerisms were identical to that of a canine, except for the obvious: He wasn’t one. It didn’t stop Keely from calling him her overgrown puppy. ”He’s my overgrown puppy!” she announced right on cue, talking in a baby voice. ”And he’s so cute, yes he is.” Her nose wrinkled up and she chuckled while Keelsk made a sound similar to Kisk’s ‘woof.’ The brown’s mood lifted once more, and he was wagging his whole body very hyper-actively.
|
|
Boo
Jr. Weyrwoman
booct[M:-425]
Shirath: THOSE aren't spirit fingers... THESE ARE SPIRIT FINGERS!!!
Posts: 1,917
|
Post by Boo on Aug 24, 2011 18:14:06 GMT -5
”Yeah, I wish some things would happen too. Although I’m pretty happy that we have some time to get to know our whers before Thread and all those responsibilities.”
It was rather different for her but at least she had her father as an example. Even if that example wasn’t all that know to her, for she, like most other Weyrbrats, had barely seen her handler father. Being a dolphineer had been fun enough but she much preferred this life. For all it’s dangers things were certainly better now she had Kisk.
Kisk dropped close to the ground just as Keelsk did and bounced about and waggled his whole body. Oh! That sounded like a new word how exciting! A new word he could tell everyone about. He was so incredibly smart but Keelsk must have been even smarter for knowing such an awesome word. He cocked his head to the side for a moment, freezing with interest as though searching his one braincell for the meaning of the word. Deciding that it didn’t matter whether or not he knew it, Kisk started jumping about once more.
FORSHARDS! FORSHARDS! FORSHARDS!! WHAT THAT!? OH BUT KISK AM PLAY FORSHARDS!
Kire looked down at Kisk horror stricken. Where in the world had he learned such a word!? She had never used it before in her life… Well, not in front of him anyway. She was very careful with what she thought and said to the wher knowing him to latch onto certain words and even phrases. It was how he had managed to get his grammar mixed up, for Kisk had heard her use the phrase ‘I am’ and assumed ‘Kisk am’ was the correct usage.
Kisk! That is a naughty word! You should not use it.
But whyyy forshards? Forshards it AMAZINGINVESTIGATOR! Then, to Keelsk, FORSHARDS KISK AM FRIEND! FORSHARDS!!
And at that, Kisk pounced towards the brown with extreme excitement shouting out his new word at random intervals as Kire’s face slowly became more and more horrified.
[/blockquote] |
|
