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Post by Reky on Jun 26, 2012 12:30:41 GMT -5
Ausk snarled and paced in the dark bowl of the Weyr. Belior and Timor were thin cuts of their luminescent selves; the massive Red Star outshone them greatly. Clouds twisted in the sky above and obscured the stars, but light would be no issue this night. A wher's eyes were keen and, thankfully, Ausk had no intention of running under Rukbat this time.
Her heat had flared up with no warning. Audren had woke to find her hide a more brilliant, glowing red than any other day, and that very same night the restless red had crawled out into the open. She could still smell the taint of blood in her Weyr - and it was hers, as far as she was concerned, when the sun set and the moons rose - and perhaps it was this that had driven her to Run. It excited her. Not two nights before, there had been a battle in the dark, wild against bonded. The corpses has since been dropped between but Ausk remembered them fondly; violently. She had won, of course. A few deaths from their side did not diminish her personal victory. This night, she was a Queen and nothing less, and a Queen ought to be worshiped.
The lust and anger boiling up in her thick chest could not be contained. She let it spill over and out of her toothed maw in a terrible cry. It started low, as a growl, and then a bellow, and then it lifted into an ear-splitting shriek. It cut off abruptly and rang off the walls of Dalibor, and Ausk screamed again. AUSK RUN, she barked. AUSK RUN AND KILL AND HURT. She imagined the Kings and browns and blues and blacks with an unmatched fury. On any other night, they were her subordinates and colleagues and sons. Now, they were her possessions.
She ran. She snarled with greedy delight and bounded off out of the Weyr that she had gained so many wounds to save. She left it all behind in favour of claiming the rest of the island for herself. She didn't bother to check if any were following - if they weren't, they were cowards. Shrieking, the beast ran down the rocky coastline.
(ooc: clearly, this is after the wher plot. however, since it's not finished yet, obviously nothing's being referenced specifically. have fun chasing, boys!) [/blockquote] |
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Post by larkwing on Jun 26, 2012 13:25:09 GMT -5
Something was different about tonight. That much was certain in every fiber of Rakisk's body. Yes everything was still strained from the attack only a few nights ago, but it wasn't that kind of different. No, they were not going to be ransacked by wild whers again tonight...it would be something a bit closer to home. The bronze beast had just finished his scheduled patrol with Rakir, the man sighing and rubbing his head. Things were starting to get back to normal again, so it wasn't so bad, but patrols had seemed to almost double since the attack which of course was to be expected.
What's up big lug?
Rakisk grumbled, pawing at the ground and then let out a throaty roar, his call echoing the one that rose as Ausk announced her run. That was warning enough for His in his mind, the bronze had a duty to attend to, his Queen needed him. Setting off after the glowing red hide, the wher left his handler alone in the dark to mutter curses to himself. "You've got to be kidding me, you couldn't have at least said good bye you stubborn piece of wherry hide? Well good ridence, hope she shreds you."
Naturally Rakir didn't really hope that, in fact he was a tad bit concerned. He knew this red's reputation, but then again that was reds for you in general. Rakisk had chased before, he had chased reds even, he would be fine. If the devil or beast wanted to sink her fangs into something Rakisk had a lot of hide to sink into. She's gonna use you as a chew toy. The wher finally snorted and sent a message to His, the only one he would before putting his mind entirely on the Queen that was running. Chew toy be fine with Rakisk. Rakisk'sAusk's chew toy, Rakisk no care.
With that he finally lept over a fallen tree stump, or maybe it was broken off from the fight a few days ago, and chased after the red, roaring again to announce his arrival. Rakisk accept Ausk challenge. Ausk do what Ausk want to Rakisk, Rakisk chase hard. That was basically it, that was what the female was getting from him word-wise, maybe a bit more here and there but no not really. He would chase, and he would do whatever challenge she threw his way, he just wasn't one to whisper nothings in a Queen's ear when she wanted action instead.
It had been not according to schedule, which Rakisk was a little buggered about, but Rakisk was now putting it on his list of things to do and it was number one on that metaphorical paper......the fact that he'd probably end up getting shredded more by this female than any of the wilds he had fought before didn't even cross his mind.
Anything for Ausk.
As for Rakir, well he was doing his best to find his way to Audren's quarters, stumbling through right after Rakisk caught up to Ausk and giving a half-hazardous wave in her direction while he steadied himself against the door frame. "Nice night for a run...."
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Post by Frangipani on Jun 26, 2012 22:21:07 GMT -5
Lachan had had quite the initiation into the Weyr, and he wasn’t too sure how he felt about it. He knew how he would react to it – but he certainly wasn’t too sure about how he felt. Thankfully, due to his schedule or lack thereof, he and Kayles had managed to slip some time in together – although there seemed to be some kind of communication block between the two. He glanced over at her sleeping body, feeling both a tremendous guilt and an overpowering longing for his wife. It certainly didn’t help that he was virtually nocturnal simply because of his job, and she most certainly was not. He sighed and rolled over, staring at the opposite wall deep in thought. Could he wake her up? He had no idea if she would appreciate it – but he could certainly think of one way to break down the communication barrier. He ran frustrated hands through his hair before casting out to his bronze, who had decided to go for a walk apparently. He couldn’t help being slightly worried about his bonded, considering the attack of a few nights ago. Although hopefully things had settled down. As he felt Lachask’s mind however he could sense a similar frustration to the one he had just been feeling, which to Lachan seemed odd. You too huh? he said, more as an enquiry. Said Lachask, woke! Lachan woke! Lachask RAN! Lachan was momentarily confused by this response before he suddenly felt an overpowering desire coursing through his veins. Lachask had chased before, of course he had, but that certainly did not make the feelings any easier to deal with. He looked again at his sleeping wife…
The wher had already bolted out of the weyr in pursuit of the glowing red at her first scream. Who could miss it? And it was clearly meant for him. He was the strongest, his wings the most endowed. He must prove his genetic superiority and intelligence to this running red. She must see. She must take him. He hounded after her, calling out Ausk! Said Lachask, wings strong! Lachask strong for Ausk was, said Lachask!
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Post by Azhdarchid on Jun 27, 2012 12:44:00 GMT -5
The point of an iron nose, stiff and gray with scar tissue, prodded above the surface of the sea. Whirling green lanterns bubbled up beneath the protrusion, peeking through the thin veil of water at sky and shore. After a few minutes, the mass to which these bumpy features belonged lurched forward and began striking up the coast, from the briny delta emptying into the ocean in the south to the northern stretches of freshwater emptying out of the Weyr. The undulating depth of the streamways dictated whether or not patches of his two-toned body cut into view or not, till he found a patch of shallows he liked and stretched out there, jaws canted open to let the water flow in. His throat bobbed frequently, fluids and fingerfishes riding down his neck into his gut.
The wher called Slosk rolled his side into the mud of the bank, coughed satisfaction, and closed his inner lids for a brisk nap. The two hooks on each of his front paws twitched after dream prey, but for all his distraction his eyes could still make out a filmy reality from behind their membranous covers. Every so often his facets lolled toward movements further up the shore, but nothing seen commanded him to wakefulness.
His ears served him better. His brain too, receiving a Weyr-born signal through its fleshy green knots. His long head snapped off the mud, dripping brown, and before he'd really thought about it he bellowed back at that greedy scream. Slosk's snout tipped skyward, at the moons, but they did not metamorphose into a single blazing sun. Ausk had chosen to fill that role herself, and as the wher shambled his legs straight beneath him, he could see her red glow flung down to the shore. Red Star! Panic spiked into noise, and the iron issued a long roar at the celestial body come to earth. His hind legs shuffled up and down, as beneath fear there was longing and the two did not at first twine well.
But she was coming closer, and as she flared into range the dark head of the wild wher ducked low, the rags of his lips sloughing from his fangs. Flashes haunted Ausk out of the crater: competition, strangers. His first few steps after the his blossoming, pest-riddled desire were stiff, but Ausk was always nearing, till his eyes went red as her hide. Without the sun to blind him of all other considerations, with the wounds to make him knowledgeable of the red's unique takeovers, a sliver of the iron's mind was left to him at first. Ausk was coming to him, why did he need to chase?
In the meantime, he would beautify: he dropped back into the mud and rolled around till his body was soaked in rich black muck, worming insects slurping in and out of his wet new skin, surprised crustaceans scuttling down his face and searching for a way off the mountain of his flesh. Flakes of fish scales glittered in the crevices between his joints, and their oils shined on his long legs. Slosk trotted back down to the delta, then advanced inward toward the docks and fishcrafter cottages dirtying the harbor. Some of his warpaint shed with each step, but much of it hardened a tentative grasp on his pebbled back, icing the hump at his withers and forming shells over his folded wing remnants.
It was always possible that Ausk would turn east, into the forest, or west, to that even more distant coast where his home cave rested. But Slosk saw no reason to hurry until he saw her change. He thought her more like a ball of fire, endlessly forward in her destruction, too overwhelming to change her path. He sidled up to a supply shed on the southernmost tip of the harbor, pressing the length of his body to it as he spied on the Run beyond.
Then he turned around and stepped amongst the docks and beached canoes. He crouched down between two of them, no more than a boulder, cloaking his ardor with his inner lids and hinging open his jaws. His tongue flapped once, splashing a few strings of saliva onto the sand beside his jaw, but he stilled it. A show of cleverness...the red probably didn't care about that. But he needed her attention, her agonizing approval, and he had an idea of how to collect it.
It would be no different from snapping a passing wherry off the bank, except he didn't want to eat Ausk.
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Post by Lan on Jun 27, 2012 20:08:36 GMT -5
Ausk run! Physisk announce to his handler, scraping the underside of the door with his claws. He growled and snorted, unhappy with his way being barred. Ausk RUN! He snarled and backed up, giving himself a run-up to barrel into the door. Since he had first come to Dalibor he had been zealous in his desire to run, even after dragons that were flying. This was no different. He would run, even if he had to break his shoulder trying to get the door open.
"Physisk!" Physicero jolted awake, stopping the blue from ramming the door. The wher grumbled, but continued simply scraping the bottom of the door. Physisk chase! Need chase! Called chase! He whined, glancing back at his handler. Physicero sighed. He had tried to prevent this night. He had tried to prevent Physisk from being anywhere near Ausk. But now he seemed powerless to do anything. Physisk had made his choice. He shoved the door open and the blue ran out, his lightly built body gathering speed quickly as he raced to catch up with the other whers.
Physicero, meanwhile, sighed and began making his way to the Alphahandler's chambers. They weren't far, just a bit of a walk and around the corner from where the iron alley was. In his desire to not be there, though, the walk seemed even shorter. He liked the Alphahandler. She was a strong woman and a good leader. But to meet up with her like this? It served as a terror to his sentimental heart. He met the room, creeping in and standing closest to the door. Rakir was there, as well as Audren. He gave a sheepish smiley to each of them, then stared at his toes. He just wanted it to be over with.
Physisk bugled as he caught up with the two bronzes, running as fast as his legs could carry him to try to close the gap further. He trumpeted again, trying to draw attention to himself. He wanted them all to know he was there! He cared little for his own personal security at this moment, so long as the beautiful Ausk knew that the wonderful Physisk was chasing her! Wasn't she lucky! Physisk chase! Pretty Ausk! Queen Ausk! Strong Ausk! Physisk like! Physisk chase always! Through all, Physisk chase! Physisk no afraid! He chose words he thought the red would like, hoping to gain her attention and her favor.
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Post by Ondine on Jun 27, 2012 20:15:37 GMT -5
Hard to believe that two days ago he was helping the Weyr fend off several wild Whers. On the day that he'd moved in. But he'd heard that that had been the case for a few others as well, so perhaps it wasn't all so bad. Just bad luck and timing, even if they had driven them off. Well, okay, killed them and dropped them Between. Good timing for the Weyr as a whole, though, given that they now had several vacancies in the guard shifts, and new recruits to fill those.
But tonight was a bit different. Lyrsk was...not restless, but kept looking out of the door of their quarters, as though something were amiss. Perhaps Damask had just come back, or the other Blue that shared the area. Lyrsk was never restless. He could wait for just about anything. There we go. He was waiting for something to begin, and the handler just hoped it wasn't a night like two nights ago. But no, he'd seen this same behavior before. This was what Lyrsk did when he was waiting for a Run from a high ranking Wher...
Awww shards.
Ausk's scream ripped through the tunnel a moment later. He knew that voice. He'd heard it just two nights ago after all. The Red Queen was running tonight? Lyrsk took one look at him, just one, and darted out the door. Funny, Lyrnn thought as his blood started to boil, he knew what that look meant. Well then, time to go introduce himself to leadership in a different way. He almost laughed as he walked fairly steadily out of the door, winding his way over to Audren's and Ausk's lair. Ausk was gone, of course, a shimmering red star bolting across the land with a blue and bronze already in hot pursuit. A few minutes later, taking his sweet time about it, he walked through the doorway. "Doesn't Ausk know that sex and violence are different?" It was a joke, of course, and he made sure everyone know it by the tone of his voice. Someone else, two other people, already here and had taken the door frame to lean against and more or less empty space. So he took the wall instead.
Lyrsk shot out of the Weyr in pursuit of the Red Queen that had caught his attention and mind. He was no coward, and while he might prefer to wait, be good at waiting, eventually one had to know when to stop waiting. That time was now. Ausk was worth the price of action. As he caught up to the two Bronzes, the Blue and the Red, he gave a respectful bob of the head to Rakisk and Lachask. Worthy rivals. The other Blue a similar bob of the head, a little shallower. But that was all he gave. Ausk is action. Ausk worth not waiting for. Maybe she wouldn't understand why that was a compliment, but that was okay. He could wait for her to realize it for quite some time. He was very patient. Patient enough to wait for his moment to convince her that he was the best choice. And if she savaged him, he was patient enough to wait for the wounds to heal.
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Post by Reky on Jun 29, 2012 17:42:33 GMT -5
There were voices in her head. Unwelcome voices, all of them - new and harsh and brave, Faranth forbid. Ausk do what Ausk want. Lachask strong for Ausk was, said Lachask! Physisk no afraid! [/i] It was precisely the opposite of what she wanted. Bravery would get them nowhere - bravery would get them mauled and torn and killed. She wanted them to fear her. She wanted no hero, no love. She wanted blood, and she didn't want them to give it willingly. Where was the fear in that? She cried shrilly at each of their pitches. The sound was not unlike an animal lit aflame or a babe without its mother. It was a sound of utter disgust and discontent. Something was terribly, terribly wrong with the world around her and she wanted it to change. She wanted it to change right now and these chivalrous, insolent males were still following her. She didn't want any of them. So Ausk ran. She scrabbled down the coastline, her claws scraping at the stone and kicking up the sand. The undulating, liquid and knocking sound of the boats against the jetties upset her and she screamed at that as well. ONLY SOUND AUSK,[/i] she bellowed, her very throat burning from the stress she put upon it. She stopped dead and turn to face her chaser. Her eyes were wide and wild and held no mercy. ONLY EVER AUSK. ALL IS AUSK. FOREVER AUSK. ONLY AUSK. NO OTHER. NEVER OTHER. ONLY AUSK. ONLY SOUND AUSK. ONLY SOUND AUSK. ONLY EVER ALL IS AUSK. And they needed to learn that. They needed to learn it by bleeding. Audren sat quite still and stiff in her quarters. The glowbaskets were closed nearly all the way but the eerie green still seeped in from the open door. She gripped the edge of her bed, posture painfully upright, and watched the shadows of the men come in. Rakir came first and spoke; the response that came was hoarse and forced. "So it would seem," she said, and choked out a laugh at her own struggle. She had spent so many Turns suppressing Ausk's anger, and now, she wanted nothing more than for the red to be as violent as she liked to get it out of her system, but it was affecting the handler, too. She tried to seal Ausk's mind off from her own and imagined her hands around Rakir's neck. The image disappeared as quickly as it had come and she released her white-knuckled hands from her poor bedframe. Her eyes spotted Physicero in the darkness; she thought of their midday talk not long ago and felt the lusty side of Ausk creeping in. Lyrnn was there as well, and his words were so spot-on that she let herself laugh. This brief looseness let in more of Ausk's emotions than she had wanted and, doubling forward to catch her head in her hands, she let out a darker chuckle. Her fingers ran through her wild dark hair and her eyes flicked upward in the blackness. "We like it that way," she drawled, but clearly, it was Ausk talking. The red wher let out a mighty roar. Somewhere in the reeds and muck, her old victor was waiting, but she was unaware. Her world had collapsed down into the small sphere around her: the chill of the cool night air on her hide, and the males before her. Two bronzes, two blues, and no redeeming qualities for any of them. Size, perhaps, in the case of the kings, but nothing else. She bared and gnashed her fangs, saliva spraying from her open maw. Then, as quickly as she'd stopped, she ran towards them and collided with Physisk. Her teeth found the thicker hide of his shoulders and, to prove her strength, she aimed to draw blood. Her teeth were coated with sickly green as she pulled back. AFRAID, she demanded of him, and whipped around to stare at Rakisk. Her eyes blazed red. With another shriek, she reared up on her hind legs and came down upon him, digging her jagged claws into his flesh. She stared him straight in the eye, batting his gnarled head back to face her if he turned away. Anything for Ausk, he'd said. Everything for Ausk, she'd decided. It was looking more like a brawl than a Run, but for now, Lachask and Lyrsk were spared.[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by larkwing on Jun 30, 2012 11:51:04 GMT -5
Rakisk flinched slightly at the sound of the red's voice, the mental and audible shriek telling a story in of itself. She was the Queen here, and she was playing this game her way. The bronze mused over what mistake had caused her to become upset, deciding in the end by the finish of her tirade that it was the lack of fear. Yes, reds needed that control it seemed, it was programmed into them to kill and shred and dominate. Snorting a low gurgling sound, Rakisk lowered his head and plowed on, following his Queen to whatever ends she decided.
He would do whatever it took to please her, and yet he was afraid as well. That fear coursed through him yes, but it was his duty to chase her now, serve her now in flesh and blood and yes even fear. He didn't say anything else to her, he wouldn't, he didn't want to tempt her madness toward him. Yet, as the Red Queen stopped and turned on one of the blues, Rakisk held his ground, knowing that certainly something would come his way as well. It did. The moment the red came down on him, he bent on his legs, not cowering entirely, but just submitting, huffing a breath as she stared at him, and he stared back only to avert his gaze with a small grunt and one thing to say.
Rakisk fear Ausk, but Ausk call so Rakisk chase...Everything for Ausk.
In the room Rakir noted the arrival of the others, but he simply nodded toward them, letting his eyes do the talking and his body language say he was just here for the ride, though to be honest even Rakir in all of his non-carring glory feared what Audren would do. Ausk was in control of their bond, or perhaps it had unlocked the part of Audren that had appealed to the red-beast. Either way, he simply bowed his head slightly, looking at the Alpha Handler only on the seldom occasion when he thought it was safe.
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Post by Frangipani on Jul 1, 2012 2:12:41 GMT -5
Lachan and Lachask had only been at the Weyr a short while and although he had heard vague mentions of the red queen’s anger he had thus far had not experienced much interaction with her. Certainly not on this scale. He grunted a little as a mixed wave of lust and outrage overcame him, and it was all he could do to get up and lock the door so that he wouldn’t get up and run to the Alpha Handler’s room. In truth he wasn’t sure what he would do if he had – proposition her or yell at her for ‘her’ aggressiveness. Lachask was mostly in control now and Lachan reached over, shaking Kayles awake as gently as he could manage given the intense longing that was currently overtaking his inhibitions. She turned sleepily and looked at her husband
“What?”
She asked a little irritated. Lachan looked at her, shaking a little in his attempt to control the emotions.
“He’s chasing…”
Was all he could manage to say.
Lachask meanwhile, as he watched the red attack two of her suitors, was struggling with the desire to pounce on her. Whether or not this was because of lust or because he wished to save the other whers from being savaged he did not know. He also wanted to win. He needed to prove his strength, although he himself was incredibly aware of it. He needed to be recognised. He watched the red, both slightly concerned and silently daring her to attack him as she had the blue and the bronze. The violence in the air hit him and he dug his feet into the ground, a low growl emitting from his throat as both his anger and his lust combined into one huge roiling ball of passion directed at the queen. If she pounced on him, he was ready to fight. He could not submit – his pride would not allow him to. |
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Post by Azhdarchid on Jul 2, 2012 12:32:36 GMT -5
Despite previous commitment to his scheme, Slosk's head snapped up at the red's first distraught shriek. He still wasn't much to see, an encrusted nose-tip wavering between overturned boat hulls, but the length of his face came to lean on one as his head gravitated in Ausk's direction. His forelegs slid straight, making troughs in the sand ahead of him, and then he rolled his weight onto the pads of his feet, unhooking his gray talons from their reflexive grasp on the earth. The iron shook out the wrinkled hide of his neck, warbling brassy counterpart to Ausk's ranting. His eyes remained under nictating coverlets, mute in their red empathy for the queen. He paced onto the fishermen's path. Ausk had already stopped running.
But it was not the same as before. He was not submitting into her temporary keeping on the last of his strength. He was fresh still, and this artificial stop did not suit his possessed temperament. It offended, much like the strange males clustering in Ausk's wake. Stepping faster down the rockway, neck bobbing in thick countertime to his heavy, trotting footfalls, Slosk gave the competition curt examination. His inner lids irised wide open as Ausk roared and attacked two of them, but avoided the others. No power! Had she been injured? What strength was there in scarring one, but dancing around others? Nevermind that Ausk was not dancing but lurking solid as a barbwire barricade before her attendants. If she was going to play so politely, it would be a lot easier to move her than he'd anticipated.
Another gait change arrived with a scrabble of claws against stone, contact points leaving white wounds on the path till he got up to speed and tolerance for the slippery rock. Then each of his bounds covered increasingly greater distance, all in a tremoring silence as he aligned himself with Ausk and the docks beyond. He would send her and any of her suitors that remained in his way into the boat-laden seas to prove his point. His size, his strength would accomplish this, and the red would respond in kind. She had to. That half-attack couldn't be all that was left of her.
Slosk tightened the bulky frame made by his shoulders, cut his wings down to barely discernible flaps against his ribs, and lowered his head at the queen. A few hair-thin cracks of yellow on the surfaces of his globular eyes betrayed him, as did the noise he made starting as he raised his claws for Ausk's flank. His jaws stretched open to angle for a bite of her back, but in the moment preceding the collision he echoed Ausk's roar. Same tone, same volume, deeper and higher both, for it burbled out of him like a spit of blood, panicked and furious.
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Post by Lan on Jul 2, 2012 22:14:12 GMT -5
Physisk was not thrown when Ausk yelled at them. He happily kept following after her, even as she turned and began to head back toward them. He crowed, unafraid of any wounds he could accumulate from her. She was worth it. She would always be worth it! The blue bleated as Ausk made her way toward him. Had she chosen him? Had she claimed Physisk, the beautiful blue, as her own? She collided with him and he gave in to her, crying out as her teeth gnawed into the flesh on his shoulder. He aimed to bite her back, showing his own strength and affection, but she was gone as quickly as she had come.
"Physisk!" Physicero cried from Audren's bedroom, holding his shoulder in the same place where the blue had been injured. Tears trickled from the corners of his eyes, but he held strong and kept standing. "Audren..." He gazed upon her, a fondness for her growing in him despite the injury her wher had caused his. Sadly, he knew she could do nothing to stop the madness of her wher. That was the burden of being paired with a red. He did not fault her. The words she spoke were not hers. She was not herself. But she was still beautiful. It was not worth Physisk being injured further, though. Physisk... please... return...
NO AFRAID. Physisk shouted at his handler, then returned his mind to the chase. ONLY EVER ALL IS AUSK. CHASE ALWAYS. PHYSISK FOR AUSK. Physisk called back to her, loud to show his vitality, as he strove to continue on despite the injuries he had sustained. They had stopped running for now, so this proved to be not too great of a feat. He stood on his four legs, ignoring the green ichor that poured down his legs. He stood, proud, ignoring the shaking in his limbs. His lips curled into a snarl, part from the exertion of keeping himself up and part from the anger he caught from her. Her moods were contagious.
It was then he saw the muddied, wild wher making his way for the red queen. The blue snarled and barked, gathering strength to fight the attacker away. His smaller body meant nothing to him, for his heart was valiant. He rushed forward, attempting to swat at Slosk before the iron could make the violent Ausk his own. It was a quick attack as he used his superior speed to attempt a slash-and-run maneuver, using his good side to support his weight and maneuver himself as he used his injured limb to try to scratch at his rival. |
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Post by Ondine on Jul 3, 2012 3:49:11 GMT -5
Lyrnn raised one amused eyebrow at Audren as she spoke. Looks like she was having some difficulty holding on to herself as well. To be fair, he thought, she had to deal with a Red, he got to deal with an infinitely patient Blue who...so far, hadn't been gutted. So far, so good, he thought. There was fear there, fear that Lyrsk would die during this run. But not much of it. The Blue could take a lot, and the Red might find him a bit tougher than she thought. After all, the Wher was closing in on 30 Turns worth of experience in combat and running. His smile was lazy but heated, assured that his Blue would come back. Even if he didn't end up in Audren's bed, he'd still have his partner.
Lyrsk was watching and thinking as much as he could at the moment, which wasn't terribly much. Ausk was angry. Ausk angry was unsurprising, but something had provoked that rage. Judging by her actions, their attitude was wrong. He'd encountered that problem before while chasing other Queens, they wanted things differently than a Fighter. Especially one as violent as a Red, they wanted...things just a bit differently. Obviously, she didn't want them talking. And she wanted them to be afraid of her, of her violence.
That wasn't hard. She could kill them all. Was hurting them even now, shredding their hides, drenching the ground with their Ichor. There was fear there, in his eyes, but it was competing with his patience...and a certain sense of challenge. She'd have to take it from him first if she wanted his ichor. Powerful she may be, but he wouldn't lay down for her to claw. Spotting the Iron closing in, he decided the time to make his move was now. He didn't speak, letting his actions speak for him, and pounced. Ausk could blood him, but she'd have to try. The other males could be chosen, but he was ready. He had waited long enough, his time was now. He went for a light score. Not to blood, but to get her attention. Tag, it said, Try to do the same to me. I won't go down easy. A dare. He feared her reprisal, what she could do to him, but wouldn't submit. Wanted her anyways. The delicious blend that accompanied chasing a Queen was always worth the injuries. One just had to be patient to win a run, even if it was not this one...there was always the next.
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Reky
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Post by Reky on Jul 3, 2012 4:52:17 GMT -5
Ausk opened her maw in Rakisk's face and let out a mighty howl. She snapped her teeth closed barely a fingerwidth from his head and whipped violently away from him, dragging her claws through his flesh as she went. Both hide and blood clung to her gnarled, two-toed forefeet, stringy and thick and dark. It sprayed from her mouth as she lunged for Lachask. It dripped from Lachask, too, as her teeth and thick skull connected with his neck and shoulder. She didn't even give him the satisfaction of a fight - after she had rended his shining skin and muscle, she barked and swiftly turned away.
Then there was Slosk. He was an unstoppable force. He had come nearly out of nowhere and it angered Ausk beyond compare. She had turned just in time to see him headed for her and threw open her jaws and screamed; she held her bloodied ground with nothing but pure, untamed rage in her eyes. Even the traces of lust-colour had been swallowed by the bright and burning crimson. Her flank twitched with agitation; her muscles tensed with anticipation. She dug her claws into the ground and screamed again.
They collided. Slosk's head, lowered, met with hers held proudly high. She felt their teeth catch. Felt the iron's razor fangs slice through her tongue. Felt his hot and wild breath. Something caught in her flesh was was ripped out of his, and his claws found their sharp way into her ribs. She put a deafening cry into his ear and shoved back, throwing her weight against his monstrous mass. He had power and size, but she was Ausk. That was all she needed to be.
Her teeth had already raked through the side of his face in their crossing, and she proceeded to clamp down hard on his neck. He tasted foul - he tasted exactly like the disgusting creature he was, bathed in mud, decay, and endless filth. He smelled even worse, but his blood was hot and pumping and, somehow, his repulsiveness was addictive. She wanted to taste his coppery ichor until there was nothing left of it. She snapped her jaws and made to rip him apart, then reared up and swiped her claws at him.
She reeled backward and slammed into Physisk. Reflexively, she bit him in a flash, and then growled deep in her belly. Ahead of her, she saw Slosk. In the corner of her eye, she saw Lyrsk. Perhaps there were a few flashes of bronze, but she paid them no heed. The iron was her prey. He wanted her - of course he did - but she turned her flat, searing eyes to Lyrsk. Slosk would not have her.
She screeched and rushed at Lyrsk, but he reached her first. He had only scratched her - coward. A swift bite and shift of her weight and she knocked him over to stand above him. She pinned one of his wings to the ground with her claw and snarled at him. ONLY EVER AUSK, she hissed, and would not let him go until he was bleeding and she was satisfied.
Unearthly moans of pain had ripped from Audren as the shocks came through her mindlink. She stared vindictively at the men in her room, as though it were their fault that she felt so unlike herself. Then, with nearly no warning, she rose sharply from her bed and got the collar of Lyrnn's shirt in her fists. She kissed him with an insistent lust, fierce and firm. For a brief moment, her wild eyes wandered to Physicero and Rakir, carrying the same desperate craving and perhaps a pleading gleam. Lyrnn, however, was entirely hers, and she gave herself up to him completely.
Lyrsk, then, was Ausk's prize - but Slosk was still her prey. She cared not if he were to attack her now. He could take her from Lyrsk, if he wanted. He could injure them both, but Ausk would only protect herself. She cared nothing for her captive blue, just as she cared nothing for her attacker. Perhaps, in the darkness of the calmest nights, she cared for Audren - but in her mind, there was only ever Ausk. Only ever always Ausk. [/blockquote] |
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Azhdarchid
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Post by Azhdarchid on Jul 3, 2012 12:39:06 GMT -5
Something stung as it caught between his body and Ausk's. Clawpoints, but too small for the red. The pressure as the two larger whers slammed chests and stomachs together drove those tiny stingers deep into the wedge of wrinkles between Slosk's right arm and his ribs. As Ausk broke the tangle of their jaws, the iron spied something puffy blue sloughing away from them. Ausk followed up the flank wound with a slap of her own paw while he was distracted, and Slosk croaked as a few tiny cracks spidered through his ribs. Their wherhides were very thick, so damage was inflicted as much by impacts as by their formidable claws. His mouth hung open as the red got her teeth into his neck, and again it was the force applied that silenced his breath; the fangs just provided a hold. Rocking his weight back to a state of semi-composure, he wracked his entire body like a switch, pulling free.
Ausk went for the blue. Slosk did too, though he had to track after the tiny male when Ausk's blow had already pushed it back. The iron snapped his jaws open and the blue had the inconvenience to get his head into them rather than his neck. Slosk's grip tightened on the offering of tough bone, a fang sliding down just beside Physisk's eye. His tongue slid over the top of the blue's snout and squirmed around on the tasteless hide as he backed up, dragging the smaller monster with him. He shook the captive head, but it did not wrench off the shoulders as easily as he could have hoped. He would have to use all his weight. Coiling to his right prompted a pang from his ribs, so he wrenched his whole body leftward earlier than planned. His jaws loosed enough that the blue was simply flung away down a pier, which was uncluttered save a few iron ties for docking boats.
Slosk smacked his jaws together on the empty space where his captive had been, the red in his eyes beginning to dull as he searched around for Ausk. She was sitting on the path not far from him, and he bellowed at her turned back. He did not understand this lethargy. The wild king shook off the green fluid dribbling down his hide, then advanced on her at a cautious prowl. A constant buzz of anger fluttered in his chest, amplified by his bulk. His right leg started to pull up and stay bent alongside his injured ribs, but he placed it back down firmly as he moved to one side of the red, ducking his head in anticipation of another charge.
It was only then he realized Ausk was not crouched on mere ground. The iron shrieked, expanding his wing and a half from his sides as the volume billowed into a roar. He loped forward- only to collapse as his right leg folded up, landing his gnashing jaws a breath from Lyrsk's face. His head lifted, leaving a stain of mingled drool and ichor, and the iron backed up a step. His own faculties were beginning to surge back to control, like nerves waking in a leg after it had been slept on too long. With clearer consciousness came the realization of agony. Slosk's wings spasmed as new flares sparked in his chest and shoulders, and he retreated further as if being struck back. He rested his swollen abdomen on the ground, breathing rapidly under a long whimper, eyes still pointed in Ausk's direction but not really seeing her. The rock beneath him turned shiny with shed liquid.
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Lan
Weyrlingmaster
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Post by Lan on Jul 3, 2012 20:06:10 GMT -5
Physisk barreled backward, rolling out of the way in the wake of Ausk's recent attack. Dirt stung his wounds and he cried pitifully. This was turning out to be not so much fun anymore. He wanted out. Yet, before he could turn tail and run Slosk's great mouth clamped around his head. The blue yelped. This was the end. But he didn't want it to be! His forelegs pushed against Slosk, trying to un-stick his head. But it was no use. One drool-covered tooth cut a gash beside his eye and the salty saliva burned him. He cried again, trying to open his mouth to bite the tongue that was licking him but unable to get his head to move enough to open.
There was nothing for him to do. His body went limp and his eyes closed as best as possible. The blue awaited the end. He had known it was possible when he had started Running, but he never expected the losing iron to have killed him. The creaking of Slosk's tendons and muscles screeched around him like death bells. He felt the iron's head move to one side, and then felt his head being jerked to the other. The vertebrae in his neck popped sickly and he expected darkness to envelope him. But, instead, he was hurled through the air. He felt the cold wind brush against his hide, stinging his wounds. He felt the rocky sand of the shore slam mercilessly against his side. He felt the leftover drool creep disgustingly down his face.
With a whine, Physisk looked up and over to where the fray was still taking place just in time to see Ausk pin his fellow blue, Lyrsk down. She had claimed him. Lyrsk had won. Physisk had entirely lost. The sky-colored blue cried hopelessly, his display of his pain both physically and emotionally of his wounds and the loss of the beautiful she-wher. He tried to get to his feet again to continue fighting, but his pains were too much. His ribs were bruised and cracked. His forelegs were shredded and tired. His head and neck and shoulders bore tooth marks, several of which were bleeding. And, to top it all off, the muscles and joints in his neck were sore from the iron's attack. He felt the pulsing of his ichor again and again like painful waves reminding him of his wounds. His vision grew blurry and faded.
"NO!" Physicero screamed, eyes jolting open. He saw Audren's desperate gaze, but felt nothing for it. He glared at everyone around him and rushed out of the room, shoving Rakir out of the way without any thought to consequences. Between with them all! He needed to get to his wher! Physisk needed him!
"I'm coming, Physisk! Hold on!" Tears streamed from his eyes unhindered as he followed the path the blue wher himself had took. His own life didn't matter, nor did the territorial whers that may bar his way. All that mattered was his wher. All that mattered was Physisk.
Physisk snorted some sand out of his nose and blinked the drool from his eyes. He heard his handler's cry and knew he needed to get back to him. He needed His. He needed His to stay safe and away from meanwhers who would try to hurt him! So the blue found renewed strength in his determination, pulling himself up to his feet with labored breaths. Hobbling and his head hanging low, he retraced his steps back to the Weyr. Partway between the mating run's conclusion and the mouth of the Weyr handler and wher met.
Physisk, upon seeing his handler, collapsed with a painful sigh. A whimper escaped the blue's throat as Physicero slid into a kneeling position next to him, investigating the his wounds. They couldn't stay there long, though. If Ausk or Slosk saw them they'd both be done for. Letting Physisk lean against him for support, the two of them began to hobble over to the infirmary.
"Don't chase her again, okay?" Physicero pleaded, his eyes tracing the gashes that lined his wher's hide. Physisk grunted and whined in response. Only ever always Ausk, he repeated. Physicero sighed. "Well... let's just get you fixed up, boy. You'll be okay... It'll all be okay..." |
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