Reky
Alphahandler 
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Post by Reky on Aug 13, 2011 0:41:53 GMT -5
Night had fallen over the bowl. Audren stood by the fenceposts of the herdbeasts' pen, staring up at the sharp white disc of a moon in the cold sky. She was unfortunately lucid. The feral snarl that came from Ausk rang out to her with harsh clarity. She would have rather been sleeping. Been calm enough not to really pay attention. Training the wherlings, though she loved them dearly, and mentoring Damali, Damask, Kalenna and Kalesk, and the Weyr-wide state of exhaustion after the fire had her nerves in a tight bundle. She was fine with it all - Faranth knew that stress was her element, having lived with Ausk for so many long Turns - but she would have liked to just calmly go about her day, do a patrol or two, and take comfort in the fact that no wherhandlers had died in the fire.
Instead, she stood there in the dark, tucking her warm coat about her body, acutely aware of everything that was going on. She had woken up jumpy. She planned to supervise Ausk's feeding and then return to her room to plot out the upcoming patrol-shadowing schedule for the wherlings. Besides that, this chilly night promised only a brief lesson just before dawn.
Ausk's face was contorted in her usual, angry snarl, red eyes flashing as she surveyed the sleeping herdbeasts. They stood nestled together against the declining autumn temperatures. Ausk was, as usual, unimpressed with their stillness. She lumbered a little closer and then ran a green tongue over her fangs. A harsh bark leapt from her open maw and the herdbeasts startled awake. Their stampeding footsteps were suppressed by the vast silence of the night, dissipating into quiet echoes off of Dalibor's rocky face. The red wher selected her prey and wasted no time jumping on the young cow, clamping her jaw down on the poor creature's neck. The wher shook her body violently and a snap signaled the herdbeast's death. Noisily, greedily, Ausk ate.
Audren leaned against her fenceposts of choice. Keep it down, she snapped, People are sleeping. You should know this by now, Ausk.
The red snarled, I DON'T CARE, and continued to eat as loudly as she sharding well pleased. [/blockquote] |
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Chek
Weyrlingmaster 
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Post by Chek on Aug 17, 2011 16:12:53 GMT -5
As was typical for them, Damali and Damask had risen with the setting sun, scampering across the bowl in the dying light to harass L’kie before he and his young dragon went to bed. It took them a while to finally get to the point of arranging for their breakfasts, Damali having needed to…meet with several weyrlings other than her brother for assorted reasons before they and their dragons settled in for the night. It didn’t help that she was slowed down by her new lack of depth perception, though she thought the eye patch was quite striking.
So it was hardly surprising that by the time the wherling pair made it to the feeding pens, Damali with a half dozen meatrolls wrapped against the cold under her arm, someone else was already there.
It was who it was that was alarming. “Ma’m.” Damali said quietly as she stepped up beside her Alphahandler, offering the older redhandler one of her meatrolls. Damask sidled away from Audren, snarling quietly, her good mood absolutely in shambles now. Ausk was not quite as hated as the gold who was her mother, but she was also incredibly less tolerable than Kalesk – and she was another red, a red without any unfortunate shading issues, which infuriated Damask, and more importantly, she was a red with a handler who was in a superior position to her own handler.
Damali reached out an tapped Damask hard on the back of the head two times in quick succession, attracting the snarling attention of her red, Not share with Ausk, not want! and then, quieter, Ausk loud.
“Yes, and she can still eat you if you cause trouble, so go pick from the far side and be quick. No complaining about sharing,” her redheaded handler told her sternly, backing it up with a steely resolve that told the red wher her handler was not going to humor her tonight. Thrashing her tail as she stalked away, keeping one eye on Ausk at all times, Damask did as she was bid, picking a cow out of the herd and killing it with one quick crushing bite, quickly dragging it to the fence so she could eat while keeping her back protected and her eyes on Ausk.
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