Ondine
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Post by Ondine on Oct 16, 2012 21:28:54 GMT -5
Lyrnn stood on the shores of the lake, feeling the cool air that prickled his skin for a few moments longer, looking upward at the Red Star. This Autumn was a good one, and he found himself enjoying the cooling weather that also brought with it the rains. Rains that made it harder to fly for the Dragons, but also made it safer to fly against Thread. He got the feeling that the Wings needed this break, but they weren't his responsibility. The only thing that the colder weather did for him and his charges was adjust them to snow, and the chilling temperatures in the middle of the night.
One advantage of being a Wherhandler, at least, was that during the height of summer, they could avoid much of the heat of the day. The disadvantage was that they also got the freezing winter nights. But those nights had not yet arrived, and the nights were still comfortable, so long as one dressed appropriately. His Blue padded up silently to him, joining him as the human looked out over the water for just another moment longer. Ready we are. It wasn't a question. Lyrsk knew. No matter how much was thrown at the two, they were ready.
His class, large as it was, had given him a few headaches since he'd become Wherlingmaster for it. For one, there were a goodly portion of troublemakers in it. For starters, Abrask was a menace. His reports to the Alphahandler had not been promising about the Green, but he continued to try working with the woman in charge of the volatile wher. But that wasn't working so well. That was, fortunately, his darkest spot, but Ask could be almost as bad. Convinced that whers would be better off if they threw away the shackles of humanity, he was an annoyance, and had been a violent one at times. Burlesk was completely violent, but his Handler pretty much had him all collared up, literally and figuratively.
Impask spent a lot of time 'in the corner' for acting up. Vresk threw tantrums when things didn't go her way, but at least she was trying to be good. Losing, however, was still the same thing, and an annoyance. Dosk was an absolute attention hog and the Orange and Cyan were at each other in some way constantly, either competition or otherwise. Oddly, Cilisk was handling his handler, but he had still needed to enforce Cilia's mandatory participation in what was otherwise optional lessons.
After that, there were some general bright spots. Tessk, for one, was a good wher, and took care of her tragile handler. Even if that had ended in some altercations...but it was still good. The handlers themselves, though, were also an odd bunch. Two of them couldn't see out of one eye, one of them was blind, and another had a bad leg. All of which meant that his lessons tended to be a bit....different than normal, since he had to make sure that they could all complete those adequately. Tusk had grown angry with him a few times when she thought he was being unfair to Tussbuul, but those had been, thankfully, few and far between.
He also had to lecture Naanell at several points, when her incredible drive in Harpercraft had led to her neglecting her other chores. Now he thought she'd gotten it through her head that she did have a duty to her wher, and until Wherlingdom was over, that had to come first. If not, he could always beat it into her head some more.
All of which meant that his time was pretty much spent from dusk until dawn. Surprise drop-ins in the Wherling Barracks, optional lessons (but really, that was a pleasure), making sure to talk to them all one-on-one to ensure they were doing well, plus lessons...he was quite thankful that Lyrsk could help out with that, often his eyes and ears in the barracks, and certainly amongst the Whers themselves....
And who sometimes helped him come up with lessons, even if the Blue didn't know he was doing it. Which had actually led directly to this lesson. He smiled down at his bonded wher, feeling once again grateful that he had found his partner in life, and spoke. “Call 'em. They've got ten minutes to get themselves here.” Reaching down, he grabbed the two baskets that had been at his feet. One of them was filled with blindfolds that wouldn't chafe at the skin around the eyes. The other, a set of strong cords. Thankfully, the whers were, generally anyhow, big enough to do this now.
The Blue drew himself up, mind working out until it contacted all of the Wherets that were under his and His command. Lesson be 10 away. Come to Lake, stop just out of tunnel. Both he and His walked over to the tunnel entrance, Lyrnn placing the two baskets on the ground. Soon enough, the lesson would begin, and then he'd have to be business again. He rather liked the moments, like now, which weren't. But at the same time, he was rather looking forward to the second lesson. Cilia and Vresk, as well as the others who showed up, were in for a treat tonight.
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Cathaline
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Post by Cathaline on Oct 16, 2012 22:12:57 GMT -5
In any other class, Mya's blindness would likely have led to her being singled out in some way, but this was no ordinary class. Not only was she not the only disabled wherling, but she'd had the good fortune to Impress one of the few whers who never caused a fuss. Sometimes he imitated Ask or Impask or any one of them, but mostly, his sense of self-preservation kept him either pretending he was Mya or pretending he was Lyrsk. Or a chair. That hadn't been the greatest of nights, really, explaining to the wherlingmaster why she was tentatively perched on her tiny black instead of fully participating.
"What do you suppose he'll have us do tonight?" she asked as they made their way through the tunnels toward the entrance.
Test?[/i] Mysk suggested tentatively. He usually perceived the lessons as being tests. Being tested wasn't so bad, as long as he could select the right personality to get things done. He was surprisingly competent, but truth be told, Mya was a bit worried about how he'd behave when they were someday alone on patrol. He didn't have the best memory for what to become, so when he had seventeen other whers and humans - not to mention Mya - around him, yes, it all went smoothly.
They arrived quickly enough, and Mysk sniffed at the baskets. Ties...?[/i]
Well, if it was a test of how to tie things up, he knew exactly what to do, and he settled onto his hind legs, holding his claws like fingers. He would just have to be Cilia, because he had a vague idea that Cilia might be good at ties, but Mya had no eyes and therefore was not. Where bighead?[/i] he demanded, his voice suddenly abrasive and loud. Where Mysk bighead leader buddy? Bop on nose![/i]
"No bopping!" Mya exclaimed.
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Chek
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Post by Chek on Oct 19, 2012 15:58:03 GMT -5
Though he debated at first whether to relay the message concerning the lesson to his handler, something in his mind or body language gave him away – Ein glanced up meaningfully at her black wher and he dipped his head, baring his teeth grumpily, Lesson.
“We’d best get ready, then,” she said, mostly to herself, setting down the letter she’d been composing, “Are you capable of being a polite, if not sociable, wher today?” Turning his back to her, Burlesk hunched up, growling quietly and acting as if he was ignoring his handler.
She, meanwhile, was pulling on a shawl, watching Burlesk as she did so; his lack of response had her pulling a long, braided leather leash off a hook on the wall. It prompted a response, at least, Can be…good. Ish. Not kill.
Ein sighed, but coiled the leash around her waist instead, “I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt, this time. No fighting – leave Abrask alone, leave Tessk alone, you understand? I have a new sweater, and a hat, too.”
Burlesk swung his head around, head low and lips pulled back, Sweater bad. Hat worse. No want. Indeed, the remains of the last sweater still hung around his neck, a humiliating flag in pink, orange and green – he’d managed to shred most of it off while Ein was sleeping, but enough of it clung to him still that it had all the humiliating power it held as a full garment. It also was much more inconvenient flapping around as it was – and Ein refused to remove it from him because he’d ruined it.
“It’s an incredibly silly hat, too. It’s more than three colors, and has feathers,” the woman warned her wher. Silly hats! Horrible. If he didn’t love her, he’d definitely eat her for the threat of silly hats.
No hat, never. Will be goodish. No fight, no…maybe small bite. Under his handler’s steady glare, he huffed, No bite, fine. Bite if bite first, though, fair.
Ein walked over to open the door, smiling, “That is fair, as long as you don’t provoke anyone into biting you first. And you try to avoid being bitten.”
Slinking along at Ein’s heels, Burlesk agreed; soon enough they joined their Wherlingmaster, as well as Mya and Mysk, near the baskets.
A few second behind them were Oddinya and Oddisk, the cyan obviously rapidly gaining on her handler in size even after so little time out of the shell. Odd had forgone the eye patch that evening – the strap was aggravating, and it’s not like it did anything but protect her blind eye from further damage. Oddisk paced on her blind side, head up, neck held in a graceful arc, and wings spread and presented just so.
Both surveyed the set up, and Odd quirked an eyebrow at the Wherlingmaster.
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Azhdarchid
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Post by Azhdarchid on Oct 21, 2012 12:13:38 GMT -5
Tusk leaped out into the starlight, then raised her curves and froze, an artful abstraction of her kind as her eyes reflected the white points in the sky. A solitary crimson invader glowered from the left corner mirror of her facets. Her glittering gaze shifted back and forth across the heavens, and then she slipped back into the tunnel without ever really turning around. She bounded back to the man coming up behind her, touching her nose to his bad leg and then skittering back for the Bowl before he could get his hand down to scritch at her.
This time the silent pounding of her feet took the slinky green past her fellows, past the silent border of the Wherlingmaster's declared territory. She zipped up to the bluepair with her near-white wings irising open, only to dash past and dip her forks in the lake. She returned around Lyrnn's left leg, diving into one of the baskets he had set down and laying her body over itself. The sea-green puffed out her coils, locking herself into the wicker trap, and sunk her wedge head into the center of the assemblage.
"Ss!" she warned anyone silly enough to peek in the basket at her.
Tussbuul caught up to the fringe, not the slightest out of breath and utterly unconcerned with his wheret's breach of protocol. He followed it himself, settling over by Mya and Ein. He did not smile to the senseless dark, but extended the warm invitation of his voice:
"Hello Mya." He tended to greet the girl especially, perhaps because his inner romantic appreciated the vast gulf of life between them. There were dramatic contours to friendship between a girl crippled in innocence and an old man nearly crushed to defeat by his own mistakes. Though Tusk took special offense to Mya's harmless black impersonator, guilt did not play into Tuss' interest.
He waved across at Lyrnn. "Good evening, Master!" he relayed in that tone of self-amused respect he'd acquired since first acknowledging that he would, in fact, have to march to some teacher's fife yet again.
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Boo
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Post by Boo on Oct 21, 2012 20:03:01 GMT -5
Hunched over her desk, holding little pieces of wood in her hands, Naanell worked. After a big day in the crèche in which Naanesk had insisted on trying to give rides to the kids, he was almost asleep in their little room. It was amazing how much he tried to be a part of her life… That side of her life anyway… Together they had worked to try and shade his eyes from the brightness of the light and if things went as Naanesk seemed to want them, he could very well turn into the first wher who wasn’t nocturnal. Yet this was not what Naanell wanted exactly. She wanted him with her, a part of her harper life but not harmed. Normally he just slept in the crèche whilst Naanell yawned her way through the work but today had been different.
Naanesk carry. Big Naanesk. Strong. He carry small ones and make fun for all. He’d declared and then proceeded to attempt to carry many of the children about.
Bits of wood lay strewn around their room, very much a trip hazard to any who might enter unwelcome. That was probably a good thing but it meant that Naanell had to wear her shoes everywhere. Naanesk suddenly sat up straight, looking around the room and then he yawned softly.
Lesson for ten. Be there soon Naanell. Naanesk carry?
A lesson? Now? Ugh. Naanell rolled her eyes. She was an apprentice and a wherling so she seemed to have lessons constantly. Lessons now and lessons during the day… Her whole life seemed to revolve around work and lessons.
“Well hold on I’m going to finish making this thing.”
Naanell knocked a little piece of wood into the instrument she was making and then looked at it. Taking a mallet she hit the piece of wood and listened. It sounded well tuned but sometimes it was tough to tell. Calmly she tested each note. Wood was so expensive but hopefully this would be enough to earn her attention amongst the harpers. Good things would hopefully be said about her work.
Ten over. We go now. Eleven. Naanell late if stay longer.
“Fine.”
In her harper blues, Naanell got to her feet and with some affection scratched the blue’s head as he prepared himself to be sat on. The girl smiled and shook her head softly.
“Maybe a little later…”
The pair walked at a fairly leisurely pace out of the barracks and towards the wherlingmaster. Both wher and harper held their heads somewhat defiantly as they walked, well aware that they were late. Many a time had they been spoken to about their priorities but Naanell would be a master harper. This, this whole thing, was just a challenge to overcome… Now, however, she had the help of Naanesk. She knew that together they would be able to do great things.
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Ondine
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Post by Ondine on Oct 23, 2012 22:14:17 GMT -5
Life...hadn't gone the way that Abranna had envisioned after getting a Wher, and the difference had made her even more cross with her fellow Wherlings. Not really because of anything they had done, but because she was already paranoid about them, and so the feelings fell to them. Which wasn't fair, but Abranna had never been described as 'fair' since her parents had died. No, life was strange and weird because of Abrask, which was something that was entirely unexpected and should have been expected. But it hadn't, or at least, not in this way.
Because Abrask loved Abranna, and that whole emotion, and what it meant, and how the Green went fiercly, possessively, motherly protective over her Handler at the drop of a hat...all of that she didn't know how to deal with. Love was weak, love made one weak, was lies, and shouldn't have existed at all. But Abrask couldn't lie. Not just didn't, but flat out couldn't. Couldn't even try. Which left her with a violent, near-feral Green who was totally devoted to her in every way possible. This should have been an excellent turn of events, because of how easily she could control such disgusting love into having Abrask do as she wanted. It wasn't.
It was the reason for Abrask attaching itself to her that was the issue. Because that emotion came over the link...not constantly, but enough to grate. She didn't like that emotion. That emotion sparked altogether unpleasant things that she had never felt in years. Compassion, caring. Things that she firmly believed she didn't have in herself anymore, having burned them out, purposefully, after it was shown to her that the world didn't care about you. Clearly, she needed to deaden them more.
Of course, having other Wherlings, with a Wherlingmaster, and being forced to socialize nearly every day for lessons was horrible as well. It had come as a rather rude shock, and then she realized that she probably should have known that all along. Clearly, someone had failed to tell her, which made all of the people here incompetent for not bringing it up. Especially since the Wherlingmaster was an impossible man who made absolutely crazy demands. Like controlling Abrask when Abrask was...proving that they shouldn't be betrayed or messed with. Especially when Abrask was protecting Abranna from anyone who got close.
And although she would never admit it, she had trouble controlling her Wher. Abrask still did what Abrask wanted to do. Part of that had to do with not really caring if any of her other Wherlings or Wherlets died in one of those attacks. Why should she, after all? They had failed to let her know so much about the Wherling process! That Abrask was considered a menace and what would happen if that wasn't corrected hadn't crossed her mind yet, ran counter to her instinct to self-preservation, and....
Well, she was conflicted and didn't even realize it yet.
We are called. Abrask's eyes were shifting from red to green and back as she looked from the doorway to her loved Handler and back. She didn't like 'lessons'. Lessons made Abranna vulnerable, threw them into interacting with other Whers and humans, and generally led to violence. Abrask could take them all, except for, perhaps Cilisk and Vresk, and definitely Lyrsk. Lyrsk was, annoyingly, beyond her. For the moment. She recognized an experienced fighter when she saw one, and he was, and she was still small. But soon, she would be big, and his vaunted knowledge wasn't nearly a good as instinct.
But they did have to go to lessons, or else that damn Blue would come for them, and drag them out. Which would just make things worse for her dear Abranna. She wouldn't have cared otherwise, but Abranna would. And so it was only for the love of her Handler that she even bothered to say anything about the lesson at all. And because it would likely involve moving a great deal, which was always a good thing.
The woman herself hardly wanted to go, but forced herself to put down the scroll on wherhealing and move out the door. Well then, let's go, Abrask. She still wasn't sure how to handle the Green. No, no, she knew exactly how to handle the wher, it just felt strange to treat her as only a tool, to forward her own agenda. The green looked up at her with eyes the same color as her skin, Do not worry so. Abrask will protect. Abrask always protect Abranna. Be it by bodily being in the way, by slaughtering all of her enemies in a gore-strewn massacre that would make a Red applaud, or by deterring those enemies, she would protect. Always protect.
Abranna simply gave a smile that was, almost, sickly sweet. As though she were looking forward to what would happen if Abrask did defend her. But...the corner of her mouth twinged, belying the look.
She didn't know what to make of that. She liked the fact that Abrask would always protect her, always be her willing tool but...but...
She stalked into the lesson area, looking around with veiled worry, paranoia, contempt, and dislike for everyone around her. She masked it well enough, but she had to wonder about what would happen if those around her decided she wasn't worth keeping alive. They were incompetent, all of them, but they might just be necessary for her to live. She needed them not to dislike her, she just didn't need to give a shit about them. Abrask prowled at her side, eyes yellow and green for now, but everyone should be used to her abrupt, wild shift into violence at a moment's notice. When she saw Burlesk, her eyes shunted straight into red for a brief moment, locking eyes with him, and then passing on, returning to a yellow. Good Abranna. Keep wary. World hurtful. Abrask always protect. Always.
Why did it hurt?
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Post by larkwing on Oct 24, 2012 19:26:57 GMT -5
ABESK AND ABETZI GO! RACE TIME, WIN! ABESK BE BEST WHER AND GO FIRST!
The green was quite literally up and running off into the darkness of the barracks before Abetzi could even blink and take in what she had shouted. "A..Abesk!" Pulling herself to her feet and sighing at the turned over bucket of oil she had been using, the wherling shook her head and gritted her teeth. Abesk, get back here.
NOPE!
Letting a hiss go between clenched teeth, Abetzi shook her head and gathered Dusk onto her shoulder, the black taking the opportunity to wiggle his way under her tunic and abruptly wrapped himself around her torso so it looked like she had a large bump on her side. "Of course." Taking the extra moment, while still ignoring the insisting jabbering of her wheret telling her to hurry up, the wherling finally made her way down the corridor and started jogging down toward the lake where Abesk was currently running circles around the collected group of wherets and wherlings.
"Sorry, she kind of toppled over an oil bucket while running off....Abesk...Abesk stop....ABESK!"
The final shout got the wheret's attention as the green suddenly put the brakes on, throwing out her feet in front of her and skidding in a mass of kicked up dust and debris toward Hers. Abesk good wher, she get here before Hers did. You're supposed to get here with me, not before me love. Making a confused squawk, the green curled her body around her handler's legs, thinking about that for a moment before shaking it off and suddenly hopping toward the closest clutchmate she had. Unfortunately for her, that was her green sister Abrask....not a good thing.
Prepare to be beated sissywher! Zooming around the darker green and her handler in tight circles, Abesk finally slid to a stop beside Abetzi again, throwing up her head against the young woman's hand as if she were a large feline asking for pets. Abesk be best, most fastest, most awesome, most beautiful wher ever...right?!?! RIGHT! "Yeah....riiiight."
Snorting in agreement, the green wiggled her hips a few times before Abetzi suddenly threw herself against the green effectively tackling her to the ground. Gurgling, the wheret blinked at her handler. Abesk want race 'round big water thingy! Abesk find good fun. "Not now, Abesk needs to be a good wheret and sit." The green made a horrible little shriek as if Abetzi had just said the impossible to her, which for all the handler knew she might as well have. However, after a moment of her handler still not getting up, the green finally sighed a deep breath and nodded her head.
Sitting weird....no like. No good. No fun.
"Deal with it."
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kireon
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Post by kireon on Oct 29, 2012 22:36:25 GMT -5
Optional lessons her very valuable left foot.
Said foot which, granted, was currently sheathed in a boot that also happened to attempt to sheathe itself inside a growing wher's jaws. Only by the grace of all kinds of training and then a natural sense of balance and strength of core from turns of practice and strengthening was Cilia able to hold the awkwardly delicate balance she was in right now.
While having yet another staring contest with Cilisk, at that. "Off." Her voice was rather mild, like one who really didn't give much a damn on whether or not one followed the order, though the stormy look in her eyes stated otherwise. "Now."
His lips curled back to reveal the very white, very sharp little teeth that would only get bigger as time went on. No growl, but the flash of orange deepening towards red was warning enough. Cilia listen. Foot down after.[/i]
"Cilia foot down throat, turn Fathead into new shoes." Her hand curled loosely into a fist at her side, almost hidden behind one muscular thigh in preparation to thump him. Faranth in the stars, someone should have told her about the inherant stubbornness that came with this thick headed bronze. When her foot wasn't released after that sort of idle threat, gray eyes flashed in warning and a scowl appeared as her own temper began to rise- just enough that it'd make whatever happened next probably end in a piss-poor attitude the rest of the evening.
Cilisk caught sight of the movement, a slow gravely growl rumbling his entire body and up her leg as he shifted in place. No.[/i] He tugged her foot again, trying to find a place to sink his fangs in deeper that wouldn't end up piercing her skin. He wanted the boot, not the whole foot. She needed her foot, she didn't, in his vastly important and correct opinion, need the boot.
Lyrsk's voice interrupted the conversation, calling them to a lesson. The two of them didn't blink, and Cilisk lowered her foot to the ground. Cilisk not done Cilia. Later finish.[/i] His voice was stern, rumbling with displeasure as he waited stiffly beside the door. Growing had turned him grumpy, as he would wake up when he shouldn't feeling like Cilia hadn't fed him- which she had, his Cilia was a proper attendant to him in the most basic of needs. He was already a bit more than doubled in size from when he'd hatched, and the ache of his bones was making him crankier than someone of his dignified presence should ever be.
But that was why he gave himself a permissible out; he was young and thus allowed to act up on occasion. Not frequently, of course, that was beneath someone of his station and impressive dignity. That was for the others, tantrums were unbecoming of a proud leader.
...as was being carried, and yet his snarl- a most impressive one at that- was practically brushed aside as if he'd merely cheeped at her like, like a wherry.
Oh the indignity of it all.
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"What have we learned today?" In another room entirely, a very stern woman with vibrant green eyes glowered down at the grinning wher attempting to match her eye color with his and failing spectacularly. As the season had gone to autumn on its way to winter, Impask's growth had taught her a number of things.
The most of important of which was that she'd been damn right in her assertion that children were not for her. Bonding to this little troublemaker had never, ever made anything more clear in her life and she was still wondering how she'd managed to successfully survive this process- and how she was going to continue doing so for the rest of her life if this silly boychildwherthing was going to be with her.
Impask learn am second best tricky tricker. OriskHAHAHA best tricker, best, Impa![/i] He chortled to himself all over again, flimsy wing appendages flapping excitedly in his own mirth as he bounded away from his corner to rub his knobby jaw against her leg.
Though her silly boychild hadn't quite managed to remember complaining about it, he'd been growing quite a bit. She'd thought black wher weren't to get terribly big, but he seemed to not understand the rules of size according to hide color and went about things at his own path. Even if it meant he spent most of his time in the corner where she thought he'd end up repenant for what he'd done wrong. He's been complaining of itchy jaw and upper head, I think those knobbier parts of him are growing bigger.
Her sleek hair brushed to a sheen and tied neatly back out of the way, Impa was about to ask again what her boy had learned when the call came. "This is not the end of our talk, Impask, we will continue this later." She warned the eagerly bounding wher as they headed to join the class.
Impask be shadow! HA HA HA! Shadow Tricky best forever.[/i] He called back, not looking quite where he was going... and smacked directly into the basket Tusk had decided to claim for herself. A wher in the basket? He smelled, yes, was snakeywhernoteatable.
Impask reared up, front paws on the side as he peeked in to look at her, ignoring the hiss of warning. His jaws parted in a white, what would one day be a terrifyingly disturbing looking fangy smile at her as he cocked his head to one side. Tusk be joke? Be surprise? Want be basket shadow, SURPRISE for boss? What doing?[/i]
Impa gave a salute to Lyrnn, and a nod to the blue wher ever patiently there, giving Impask a look that anyone who'd ever seen a mother, or a weyrbrat tender for that matter, exasperated with their son would recognize for what it was.
Children, she swore under her breath, and awaited what would come next.
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Cilia and Cilisk entered just in time to hear Mysk's impression of Cilia- the handler herself grinning widely with a somewhat sarcastic looking salute and impish wink sent in Lyrnn's direction as she headed towards the black wher, allowing Cilisk to indignantly march alongside her now that the point had been made. Bossman'd only just started to wear her out- just wait until she got used to this latest regime, and she'd see which one of them wound up last man standing.
Besides, forty five pounds of wheret was ridiculous for her to carry further. Getting too big for that crap, she'd have to figure out something else. Oh hey, look, Burlesk's here. "That's a good impression there, Mysk, just remember- it's fathead, not bighead." She greeted his handler too. "How's it goin', Mya?"
Cilisk's head whipped around at the sound of the name, immediately on alert as he scented out and then spotted the black wher with the... colorfully tattered remnants of something around his neck. Cilisk keep eye on. Bite if out of line.[/i] He informed Cilia, eyes whirring in suspicion for the moment as he walked forward proudly, looking upon all of those in the class. Impask wasn't paying attention to him, and he huffed at the distracted black. Slow one, he decided, but he could smell Tusk in a basket- she would need to move soon.
His eyes then landed on Abrask. Another one who was dangerous like Burlesk. He would need to watch her too, though he was rather positive that between he and Vresk, things would be properly taken care of. Speaking of... he searched, finding her and approached to greet her properly in his grave, serious manner. Leader Cilisk greet Leader Vresk. Vresk be well?[/i][/size]
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Kestrel
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Post by Kestrel on Oct 30, 2012 19:38:59 GMT -5
Vresk slowly peaked out from behind the bed, eyes blinking yellow at the short figure of her handler in the middle of the room. Vrell was looking around, confused, her violin still slung against her shoulder. At last spotting the crest of the orange wher’s head, Vrell’s face lit up in a smile as she crossed the room toward her. “So what’d you think? That’s one I was workin’ on myself back at the old hold. Kinda forgot how I wanted some of it to go, but I think I improvised it well enough,, right? Though…I dunno, kinda seemed like it was missing something.”
For a moment Vresk just stared. Looouuud. Looouuuuud! she insisted, fixing a pleading look at her handler, and Vrell frowned, thinking. “Hey, I think you’re right. If music is worth playing it’s worth playing loud! Lemme try it again with a bit more volume, see if that helps…” No sooner had she poised her bow over the strings, however, than Vresk suddenly rushed forward to butt her handler in the legs, sending Vrell stumbling backward. She regained her balance quickly enough, and gave Vresk a confused smile. “Uh…something up?”
Um…oh! Is time lesson go! Be go now, now now! Lyrsk say! We go lake, no more noisy-make. Go now, no good leader Vresk be late![/color] Vrell only barely had time to set her violin on the desk before Vresk started pushing again, trying to force her handler out the door. Lyrsk’s order couldn’t have come at a better time. Vrell’s music could be nice, sometimes, but not when it was so loud and confusing! Vresk was not going to sit through that song again, no she was not.
The two made a relatively timely arrival, since Vrell was practically jogging due to the constant ‘nudges’ from her wher. Vresk then puffed herself up and stood just as tall as she could manage, trying to look important and leaderly. She was less than pleased, however, with her human counterpart’s posture, and stomped a two-toed foot down on Vrell’s boot. No slouch! Be leader. Big![/color] Vrell nearly jumped at the blow to her foot, but did her best to stand up tall anyway. It felt pretty silly, though, since she was one of the shortest people there. “Okay, okay!” She turned and spotted Oddinya nearby, and a smile jumped to her face as she moved over toward her. “Hey! You know what the lesson is?” She peered at the baskets, the contents of which she couldn’t quite make out.
Vresk lit up at once when her favorite bronze ever came over to greet her, and she nuzzled his head happily. Is good be see Leader Cilisk! Vresk good, Vrell good too. Cilisk be good? Vresk punish anyone be make Cilisk not good! Punish biteyblack and scratchygreen, too, if be mean at lesson. Lesson important for learn be best whers.[/color]
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Post by Lan on Oct 31, 2012 1:35:44 GMT -5
Lesson now, Tesla. Tessk take there. The white cooed softly at her charge and stood from her place sitting near Tesla's feet to move to the door. Tesla followed, testing her movement of her arms to stretch the skin on her back before she opened the door for both of them and they headed out. The stitches were gone now, at least. The wounds were healing nicely, although Tesla always took care to keep the new skin clean and free from infection. Tessk helped a lot; the white was very fastidious and helped Tesla reach the places she couldn't reach. Even if Tessk had driven away her cat to Faranth-knows-where, Tesla was still very grateful to be with her. She would not be able to thank Yuri and Yusk enough for the happiness they had brought her.
As the two made their way outside, Tesla could have sworn she saw Nikola skulking back toward her room. Good, she thought, at least he's still around. That brought a smile to her face and she continued on after her guardian wher toward the surface.
They were not the first to arrive and Tesla took a place a bit away from the rest of her peers. This was mostly to keep Tessk away from those peers that the white found offensive. Burlesk and Abrask were labeled as terrible foes and even though Tessk would never do anything to hurt her Tesla, the girl still had a hard time keeping her wher from attacking them on sight. At least when she was infirm Tessk stayed firmly by her side. Now that she was able to move around more, though, Tessk was pushing the boundaries she normally wouldn't cross. Tessk no like, she told her handler, a hushed hiss escaping from her at the sight of her two most hated classmates. Tesla shushed her, but she replied, Badwhers hurt Tesla. Tessk protect Tesla.
"Yes, you do... and Tesla wants to protect Tessk." It was true; Tessk was about half the size of most of her siblings, not even pushing two feet in length. The green and the black weren't that much bigger, but Tesla feared for what might happen. She couldn't stand losing Tessk, not after everything they had been through in their short three months together. Tessk sensed this inner turmoil and recoiled closer to her handler's side. Tessk never leave Tesla, she assured her and looked up with her big, shiny eyes.
Shortly after their arrival Andru and Ask appeared. No know why need be here, Ask told his handler with a morose sigh, No need teach by two-leg. Ask just need Andrusk and whergroup. Of course, Ask was referring to his midnight gang that had been slowly but surely gaining momentum until Andru began setting contraptions in the wher's way when they weren't in the same room together. Ask had no idea why Andru was doing this, just that he was disappointed that his partner in wherdom was holding him back. Andru grinned and chuckled.
"Well... think of it as a training exercise. You like Lyrsk, don't you?" Upon receiving a bereft grunt he clicked his tongue and continued, "C'mon... I'll be there. Mysk will be there. You may even get to learn more about these crazy two-legs."
Ask go where Andrusk go... but not mean Ask like it. Andru shrugged. Close enough.
The tall wherling looked over the heads of his classmates and found himself in a bit of a pickle. He could go be next to Mya and Cilia, or he could continue his ever-so-pleasant conversation with Abranna that had been cut short last time they saw each other in the dining hall. A certain thrill entered his blood at the thought of continuing to vex her throughout their shared wherlinghood. Alas, it was probably not appropriate to do so now in the midst of a lesson. He filed the possibility away for later and moved with Ask to stand next to Mya and Cilia. "Hey there," he spoke in a hushed (hopefully) baritone, "How's it going?"
Ask, meanwhile, was now striving to gain Mysk's attention back from the "fathead" bronze. Mysk wherfriend! He announced and strutted over to his smaller accomplice, Ask no want be here... Mysk follow if Ask leave? Of course, he probably wouldn't leave... Andrusk was his brother and brothers stayed together. But he wanted to know that, if he did have to leave, that at least he wouldn't be leaving alone.
Dosk, of course, was furious upon realizing that the orange Vresk had arrived first. NOOOOOOOO! Dotaaaaaaaa! Dosk RUINED. See snotorange? SEE? Snotorange here first and now Dosk LATE. Told Dota should come earlier! TOLD DOTA. AND NOW DOSK BE-- BE-- EE-- Her mental vocalizations failed as the emotion overwhelmed her, leaving the cyan no option but to drop on the ground right then and there and writhe like an injured tunnelsnake. Dota, meanwhile, was having none of it. She watched the little girl with a cocked eyebrow and her hands firmly mounted on her hips.
"Now you listen here, missy... We are NOT late. We are precisely on time. Now, maybe if you weren't throwing hissy fits so I could have gotten dressed faster, we'd have been here earlier. So don't you go blaming it on ME if you're not as early as you'd like to be. Now STOP IT." The entire spiel was delivered in a tone that would have put a headwoman to shame. Dosk straightened at being told to stop, although Dota was faintly aware of the cyan's disapproval at being chastised. It didn't matter. It needed to be said, clearly, if Dosk was going to behave like a brat. The cyan slowly regained cognitive functions and eventually managed a faint, Dosk no brat...
"Then don't behave like one." The argument was over, as Dota justified with a curt nod, and the two made their way over to the circle that was already beginning to be formed by their classmates. "Good evening, Master," Dota greeted pleasantly with a cheerful smile. Just because her little child had decided to act up didn't mean it had to ruin her day. Dosk, however, made due with occasionally making exasperated gestures about Vresk until her full ability to use words would return to her. |
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Post by Ondine on Oct 31, 2012 14:34:53 GMT -5
The first people to show up was Mya and Mysk. There was something altogether humorous about someone who was blind arriving first, but he'd had enough time to get used to the girl, and her Wher. Who at least appeared to be adept at lending her his eyes to see by. There'd been a few fun lessons where two started doing something totally different, and she had to explain that Mysk tried to be other things. Like...a chair. Well, all Whers had their little quirks, so something like that wasn't nearly as bad as any of the other troublemakers in their group...although, imitating Cilia was just amusing and somewhat terrifying. Actually, he had the part down pretty well. But it was a good thing that the sisters had gotten split up, or else it might be a bit much.
Burlesk...who looked a bit petulant and irritated today. Ein had him well under control, he was actually quite impressed with her. Normally, a Wher like that might be a complete handful, a threat to all around him. Right now...well, right now he had on the ruins of a sweater, a garish thing in pink, orange and green. Although he didn't show it, part of him was smiling madly at the sight. Odd had, as much as he hated to say it, a 'normal' cyan. Which was to say, more wildly theatric than any performers he'd ever gotten the chance to see. And that wasn't even looking at Dosk.
Tussbuul, an old Master Miner...now playing a Wherling. Even he had to chuckle at the thought that he was teaching someone older than him. Tusk didn't seem to be so bad, even if she was currently in one of the baskets. And didn't seem to want to move away until someone moved her. Well, then, he'd just have to move her eventually. But the next arrival was Abrask and Abranna, and first meetings between those two and the rest of the class sometimes resulted in fights. For a moment he thought he'd have to step in when the Green's eyes went bloody red, but the moment past.
At least, until Abesk decided to arrive in a blaze of speed, and then raced around her sister green. Abrask's eyes went orange, and then red...and Abesk left to get to her handler's side again. That left Abrask staring at her for several long seconds, too long, in his opinion, before her gaze went to Abranna and gradually faded back to orange. But not to yellow. Oh yeah, that wasn't a good thing. Those two could do this well away from each other. He had a few ideas about what to do with Abrask, just in case Abranna didn't shape up, but that wasn't for right now.
Others began to arrive. Impa and Impask, Vrell and Vresk...Dosk and Dota...Tesla and Tessk. Finally, Cilia and Cilisk arrived, the woman throwing him what was probably meant to be a defiant gesture about how he was keeping them out of trouble. Of course, he had no intentions of ever letting her get used to a particular regime. Next up was to have her go along with a few of the current Handlers during their patrols, so she could see what it was like. And then running the entire length of the island. Twice. With her Wher. As an Ex-Runner, he had no doubt that she could do it. Her Wher, though, needed to be able to make the trip if they weren't going to Between over there. Plus, it'd show the Cilisk how tired he might be after running, combat, running, and more fighting.
Andru and Ask showed up immediately after Dota and Dosk did, as well as the rest of their ragtag little group. Which meant that it was time to start the lesson. “Good evening everyone.” He gave a little nod to return Dota's greeting, but spoke to the group at large. “I'm sure most of you are curious about what's in the baskets, other than Tusk, so we'll jump right into the lesson.”
He smiled very slightly, “This is part lesson about trust, part Wher biology, part coordination. I'm sure by now everyone knows that Whers see better in the dark. And as several of us know, you can see through your Wher. So during the night, when you need to see something far better than you can, you can switch over and look through your Wher's eyes to light your path.”
His eyes flicked over to Dosk and Dota, and proceeded to rake across the rest of the group. “Thanks to the personalities in our Wher group, we also need to make sure that we can trust our Wher's, and that our Wher's trust us. So tonight, you'll go blindfolded, unless you're Mya. Get used to what your Wher can see, get used to looking through them, and trust that what they can see is a lot more than what you can, unless it's inside of a torchlit field, or the sun is out.”
He motioned to the basket that wasn't covered at his side. The results of this could be...interesting. “The second thing you'll do is tie your leg to your Wher's leg, whichever one you choose. You walk with your Wher. Not only are you reliant on their eyes, but the two of you move as one. Before someone tells me that their Wher won't do this, or how terrible it'll be, or that their Wher is too small for this, that's another part to the lesson. Do you trust your Wher? And when they act up, can you stop that?” There was an abrupt, amused glint in his eye as he flicked a glance over at Cilia. There, perhaps, it was more of her Wher holding her back, not the other way around.
“You'll want both blindfold and bond to be comfortable, but serve their purpose. If any of you try seeing over the blindfold, and either Lyrsk or myself catches you, I'll position it, and then it'll be nicely uncomfortable for you.” Some of them would find this lesson to be no hardship at all, and the Wherlingmaster knew it. Others, though, might have...issues. But for those who had no practice with this, or needed to build trust and control with their little Wherlets, this would be a good exercise. Abranna and Abezti might not enjoy it if their Whers charged off, albeit for different reasons, with them attached.
It was also one way to make sure that Ask stayed in the lesson, to keep an eye on Impask and Burlesk, and enforce a subtle little lesson. Where your Wher went, you followed. Even if it went straight into danger, even if your Wher humiliated you, or caused trouble, you followed. And your Wher would do the same to you. Or, at least, that was the ideal, but some of them might need that lesson now as opposed to later. He looked down at Tusk. “Time for you to move, Tusk. I need those bonds. Unharmed, please.” He looked back up at the rest of the group, “Come up and grab them. Once you have them, have a walk around the lake. This isn't a race, and you can make the path as interesting as you'd like, although I might have some suggestions about where you go.”
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Post by Azhdarchid on Nov 7, 2012 12:24:58 GMT -5
Tusk tightened around herself in the basket as it rocked in a lazy circle from the impact. A second later a toothy, grinning face thrust in at her so quick she got only the barest hiss at it before it was in biting range. Her wedge-shaped head nosed up out of her coils, and then her jaws sprang open, revealing the pale yellow-blue flesh of her throat like a slimy flag. Her open maw reciprocated every twitch of Impask, following his face and stretching wide so that swallowing it would be easy. The green's lips were more flexible than her typical calm could demonstrate, and trembled in their current gum-bearing arches away from her jaw. So complete was the exposure that it almost resembled a second pair of jaws protruding from within the first, stretching out to meet Impask's stupid smile.
Lyrnn addressed her and Tusk whirled her new face on him. Her eyes, turned beady by the retraction of the rest of her face, glimmered crimson up at the Wherlingmaster as she processed his request. Then she twitched her lower jaw from side to side and her features slowly sank back in on themselves, mouth closing up into a soft, pointy snout and smooth, unwrinkled cheeks. Her overlong neck oozed up out of the basket, watching the man, and then she slipped out over the side and pattered past Impask with only a graze of her sinuous flank against his pebbled one.
When she trotted up to Tussbuul, she had a couple threads of cloth in her claw. She stuck up her foreleg like the rapidly growing branch of a sapling, holding it straight as high as she could till Tuss plucked the blindfold and bond from her grasp. Then she moved around to his side and sat down next to his leg, flicking her tongue in and out.
"Sounds like fun, doesn't it?" the Master Miner proposed agreeably, smiling down at his hatchling. Tusk was looking across the lake, still flicking her tongue, but she did answer:
Look through eye. Tussbuul's smile diminished only a little.
"That's what he said..." He considered his intact left leg, and the right forelimb Tusk had pressed firmly against it. "Maybe you should go to the other side. I'm not sure I can reach it standing." That would mean Tusk would have to put up with his limp. The green turned her nose up to him.
Can, she said. It was a dangerous sound: determination. Tuss' cheeks colored. Tusk didn't see it, having already gone back to her study of their route. The miner glanced around to see if anyone was watching him. He was closest to Mya, and she certainly wasn't. Gritting his teeth, he tried to bend his right leg so he could tie on the bond. He got down a few inches, and then his knee and some associated bone in his upper leg screeched under his skin. Tuss didn't make a sound, but he dropped his cane to the ground with an empty clatter. When he got straightened back up, he had to rest his weight just on his two legs while staring at the stick laid out ahead of him. Tusk was looking up at him expectantly, though the yellow undertone was easy to read off her lamp-like eyes. To complete the embarassment, he started coughing softly, and though it was deep in chest for the most part, the sound occasionally came off his lip like a whispered hiccup.
Coughing, he got down low enough to swipe up the cane and prop it back under his right side. It was easier to lean forward and descend than it was to crouch where he was. He dropped the bond cloth this time, but Tusk immediately picked it up and stretched her neck to hand it back to him.
"Just the beginning part that's not fun," he assured her, though his earlier optimism had dried. Bracing the cane against his side, he leaned forward this time and lifted his left leg, keeping the right one straight. "Up, up," he warned Tusk, and she followed his leg with hers, both in the air while the miner precariously balanced and tied on the bond. When he had the cloth on, Tuss settled his foot back to the ground. Returning the pommel of his cane to his right palm, he leaned on it and tried swinging his and Tusk's feet back and forth. The wher's leg was utterly compliant to the pendulum. Tuss grinned. "Okay?" he said, coughing on the word.
Tusk nosed his leg. Tussbuul tied on the blindfold with greater ease.
Then he stood there, blinking at the thorough blackness that was now his field of view. Tusk tried to move their legs, but he did not come along with her as readily as she had with him, so they remained stuck till he tentatively reached his foot out and limped one pace forward. Then he stopped again, a deep frown of concentration dusting his face.
Look through eye? Some of his confusion was echoing back to him through his wher. She wasn't the only active chamber tonight:
"That's what he said."
Look. When this did not prompt any special response, and Tuss remained squinting at the backside of his blindfold, Tusk tried again. Can! This got five shaky steps out of Master Tussbuul, which the green happily scampered along with. Then they were stopped again. Tuss started wondering how many of the other students were equally inept, and how many were enjoying the show of Old Man and the Wher. He still didn't see anything Tusk did. Didn't even know where to begin.
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Post by larkwing on Nov 7, 2012 13:18:26 GMT -5
Oh, this had to be some sort of joke. Abetzi stared at the wherling master, grey eyes narrowed in suspicion. It was possible of course to see through a bondmate's eyes, but did he have to tie them together too? The wherling understood the implications of it all, she understood the whys and hows, but the idea of Abesk possibly running off....Abetzi stop. Abesk be good Wher. Abesk and Abetzi work team. Best wherteam like MommaKalesk and Hers!
Shifting her glance to the green, Abetzi ignored-or tried to ignore-the scene of Tusk slithering out of the barrel. Sometimes whers were just too strange, even if she had been around them for a while now. Sighing, the handler finally gave in, nodding her head as she waited her turn to grab up a cloth tie and a blindfold. Abesk was already running around chasing her tail, the electric green hue blurring as she zipped back and forth. "Abesk, enough. Come here girl."
Perking up, the green pounced toward Hers, skidding toward her feet and stopping to nuzzle the girl's legs. Abetzi see Abesk's eyes! Yes, yes! Abesk lead Abetzi right. The wherling bit her lip, wondering if that was what should be happening. Her eyes caught Tusk's and her handler's forms starting, but it was the old man who initiated everything, not Tusk. Surely Abesk was wrong then. Abetzi had to lead her wheret.
Snorting, the green wiggling her tail and bumped her head against Abetzi's leg. No, no, no. Wrong Abbygirl! Abesk best lead! Heaving a sigh, the blonde bent down to tie their legs together, making sure the thing would not slip off mid-movement. "Okay....Im trusting you." Putting on the blindfold, the wherling waited, trying to do what she did with Dusk when wanting to see what he saw. That only left her with fuzzy images though, ones that she was certain were not Abesk's.
The green meanwhile was shuffling impatiently, careful to not move her tied leg but wanting to start the task at hand. She couldn't just keep waiting here! No, no, she had to move...she had run...."Easy Abesk. Patience, please." The green craned her head up toward the young woman, her eyes whirling as she watched Abetzi's careful yet stern expression as the handler tried to understand. Trust. Snaking out her sticky tongue, Abesk licked the fingers that dangled at Abetzi's side a gentle croon bubbling from her throat. Trust Abesk.
Nodding, Abetzi let her own mind fade away, giving in to the impulsive side of the Wher, and yet going beyond that to the leader that the green wanted to be. There the green was battling with her compulsive need to move, instead deciding it better to actually slow down for once in her life. "Okay...one..." Two... "Three..." Together their foot rose, and down it went, followed by the next and then the same one. It was hard to get used to at first, and for a moment Abetzi threw her arms out to wobble to a hault before Abesk slipped her tail around the handler's form, settling her. Trust. I do.
And then she saw. Or Abesk did, and Abetzi for a single moment felt entirely connected with her wheret just as they had been at their impression...and then it was gone again. Abesk hissed at the loss of connection, but Abetzi smiled. "It's okay...it happened once. It'll happen again Abesk."
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Post by Cathaline on Nov 12, 2012 8:30:29 GMT -5
"Good morning, Tussbuul!" Mya chirped. Without even the benefit of eyesight to help her distinguish, she was still stuck in the rhythm of day and night that she'd been taught as a child. She had just woken up, so it was morning. Unable to see Cilisk's undignified entrance, she merely greeted the bronzepair likewise. "Good morning, Cilia. Sorry if he's being insulting. I guess he thinks you'll be good at today's lesson."
Mysk tilted his head, listening, and asked Mya, Fat...head?[/i]
"Yes, that's what she calls him. You just forgot a little bit. No big deal. Morning, Andru. Did you sleep well?"
Mysk hesitated. He had to stay with Mya when she needed him, that much was obvious. More importantly, what would Cilia do? At last he proclaimed, still in Cilia's tone, Mysk be lead, be stay. Ask be stay too. Fun. Ties.[/i]
Finally, Lyrnn started speaking, and the blackpair listened intently to the lesson plan. Mya blushed a bit at being singled out to need no blindfold, and made a tiny mental gesture in Mysk's direction. She could see a little bit of light, so she would wear the blindfold just like everyone else. Especially since she had the serious advantage of having practice at exactly this. It would be nice to have some official lecturing on how it was supposed to be done, though, rather than continuing to figure it out all on her own.
The leg part was more interesting, particularly with such a little black, but Mya wasn't worried. They could do this! As soon as Tusk moved, Mysk snatched two ties, and Mya knelt beside him. Since he was being Cilia and had opposable thumbs in his imagination, Mysk sweetly tied her blindfold on, and Mya elected not to mention that it was already slipping, since Lyrnn had said it was unnecessary for her anyway. She could do simple double knots herself, and she chose Mysk's foreleg, figuring it would be easier for them to walk in tandem that way.
At first, all went brilliantly for them. Mya knew how to see through Mysk's eyes, though she was still learning to make sense of the field of vision, and their bond was strong enough that their feet swung in an even rhythm, rapidly outpacing the wherlings who were stuck in the darkness. Mya wished he was tall enough for her to put her hand on him for balance, but that made it more challenging, which made her feel better about the whole thing being designed to be easy for her.
Alas, her confidence in Mysk proved to be slightly unfounded. A pillie surged suddenly out of the water on their left, and the little black rapidly calculated who it was best to be right now. Pillies on land? The answer was RUN, which meant Abesk, and he attempted to take off in the opposite direction with the mad energy of his green sister. Mya shrieked as this yanked her foot out from under her; her knot held, and Mysk dragged her a few feet before her pain overcame his instinct, and he turned back and tried to get to her face to lick her and apologise. Which was difficult, with their legs bound together, and now the tie was all twisted and starting to cut off circulation to her ankle.
"It's okay," she gasped. "Just a little bruised, I think. You're fine. I'm sorry you got scared. Mysk, stop being Disk! Stop it, be Mysk! I trust Mysk!"
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Chek
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Post by Chek on Nov 15, 2012 16:35:00 GMT -5
Oddisk hissed quietly, mantling her wings open briefly at the revelation of their lesson, Easy. Embarrass, but easy. Not look forward. Oddinya caressed Oddisk’s angular head soothingly – and it was true. They, as a pair, has quite a bit of practice using each other’s eyes. The wher has much better vision in the dark than even glows ould provide, so Oddisk frequently shared her vision when working in Odd’s storage room; likewise Oddisk used Odd’s eye in brighter environments with equal frequency. Odd’s height was another advantage to them – being so very small, it was easier for the pair to match their steps to one another. In short, they had this lesson in the bag. Oddisk darted forward to claim the ties needed, and when she darted back, ties and blindfold in her mouth, Odd started by looping the leg on her blind side around with the tie and then coiling up her cyan with it as well. The blindfold went on a second later, and, after a pause, she opened up her mind to Oddisk, the wher mentally embracing her handler as they both looked out of the cyan’s dimly glowing eyes. The hardest part was compensating for having depth perception again. Synced up, they fumbled one step together, but then, pausing to debate silently, they tried again much more successfully. Within moments, the pair were walking in small circles, Odd’s hand on her wher’s shoulders for balance. Burlesk, however, has a much different reaction to the lesson – and not just because it was taking all his self control not to leap on that rotten green or that irritating white. As soon as the lesson was revealed, he snarled and tried to leave. Ein, however, was a smooth operator. The black wher came up short against his leash before he even had a chance to realize Ein had slipped it on him. Thus, his only option was to plant his rear on the ground and sulk. Ein ended up cheerfully dragging him along the ground to acquire their blindfold and tie. He submitted to the binding of their legs with ill grace, but he didn’t bite. He also didn’t open his vision to his handler when she slipped the blindfold on – at least not until she made use of another tool. From inside her tunic, she pulled a roll of hide…and then, with unerring accuracy, even blind, she began bapping him on the snout with it. Needless to say, he quickly changed his mind about resisting the lesson, and soon they were stumbling around, Burlesk grumbling, Ein laughing, and having limited success with not tripping all over each other. And, despite his irritation, he genuinely enjoyed his handler’s positive focus on him. Not that he’d admit it. Though the fact his tail was starting to wag like an excited canine did escape his notice. |
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Post by kireon on Nov 16, 2012 0:09:48 GMT -5
Cilisk be pleased, honor to see Vresk.Be good, Cilia be train, difficult, but be train well. How Vresk's? Train Vresk's well?[/color] The king informed his lady rather somberly, more than just a touch pleased at the affection he only too happily- though with equal parts graveness and ceremony included- returned to the orange. ScratchyAbrask watch careful, BiteBurlesk be on short... rope-leading, not worry much, but watch same. Bite-swat if not behave.[/color] He faltered at the word, unsure what the proper term was for what kept Burlesk under tight control. Finally, someone else who clearly understood their sheer importance, too bad Cilia didn't seem inclined to take such matters as remotely serious as he and Vresk did.
His head lifted from against Vresk's- slightly lower down than her own head to show that he respected her as a queen in her right, only as proper- to look in the direction of Tesla and Tessk as they entered. His eyes whirred, pleased at the sight. Tessk's was up and moving, he smelled no bad injuries or pain on her like he had when he and Cilia had popped in to check on them. He rumbled in his usually gravely sounding voice as they passed, noting that Tessk, like most, didn't seem to care for Burlesk or Abrask- for good reasons, bad whers attacked and didn't behave. Cilisk greet Tessk, good see Tessk's up, walking. Tessk make Tessk's strong faster, good wher Tessk.[/i]
Cilia, on the other hand, was still beyond entertained by Mysk's impression of her wher, the grin on her face matching the glint in her eyes. "Naww, no insult there whatsoever, I think it's adorable." Mya had a positively fantastic partner there, the amount of fun the two of them could get into was probably unlimited if they put their minds to it. She blinked, looking as a blue popped up, Ask, judging by the build and how he moved. That little troublemaker, Cilisk wasn't sure what to make of him, and didn't really keep too much an eye on him, though she had a feeling that any antics displayed today would probably change that. "Goin' the way of a two turn old toddler who discovered the word 'no' along with a stubborn streak as wide as Red Star," she flashed a grin at Andru in response, steely eyes warming in mirth. "unlucky for said stubborn one, I'm twice as stubborn and about double that as clever in comparison, so it's working well in the long run. How's things with your kids?"
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Impask's stubby tail wiggled a little as Tusk responded to his questions. Not... normally, but he chortled as she acted like she was going to swallow his face. Funny Tusk and silly game! He liked it, very much, and tried to imitate it too, finding it rather difficult to attain the same sort of look that Tusk's sleek, sinewy form often had. So, when she turned to look at Lyrnn, Impask did too, still holding his spectacularly failed attempt to imitate the green as he listened too. He bobbed his head, still holding the goofy expression as he ambled back to Impa and gaped out at her, expecting some sort of reaction. Impask be think Tusk be liking Impask.[/color].
Her palm connecting with her forehead was good enough, and he chortled about that too, bobbing his head back and forth until she hissed at him to behave. His lips dropped, and he was back to looking like his goofy, thick-necked self all over again as the lesson began. Impask do![/color] He announced happily, taking a blindfold and waited for Impa to do their ties, wiggling a little until she managed to tie it tight enough he couldn't slip out of it- a real feat, much to Impa's growing consternation. Pleased, he waited for Impa to tie her blindfold, drooled on as it was and thus absolutely disgusting to the woman who had to put it on. Impask lead! Impa follow, no shadow tricky this time![/i]
Needless to say, Impa was about sure when she reached old age, her hips and knees were going to absolutely hate her, and she dearly hoped she was not the only person who was pitched on their ass due to not being able to properly coordinate steps with their Wher.
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Oddly enough, Cilisk wasn't being much of the shiny pain in the ass he usually was, and as a result, the two of them were making rather decent progress around the lake. Gotta hand it to you, fathead, you're good at this. Cilia commented as details came through her wher's vision. Each step was taken carefully, measured out by Cilisk's judgement and Cilia's confirmation. He increased the pace when he felt the ground was easy enough for them to do so on, with little danger to stumble or break anything, or trip themselves up, and slowed when he felt the area had too many hazards to do so. They wouldn't be the first pair to cross the 'finish line', but they wouldn't be in last place either.
And, despite their arguments and stubborn sides, the two of them did genuinely trust each other, knowing the other as well as they did. So, an execise like this was fairly straight-forward and an interesting challenge for them both. Probably another reason we're doing well, we both have this thing with being competitive. Cilia reflected, thinking hard on the subject. That would make sense, in a lot of ways, actually. They only had issues when it came to things they disagreed on- usually on personality stuff and how they needed to conduct themselves, what they did in their rare occasions- thanks to Lyrnn, that cheeky so-and-so- and then usually got along alright otherwise.
Watch foot, old hole.[/color] Cilisk piped up suddenly, nearly tripping her as he halted in place, looking for a way around the sudden change in terrain. Cilia step over, Cilisk not big enough. Need other way. His voice was disgruntled, as if he loathed even admitting that much as he tried to work out a solution to the problem.
"Jump it?" Cilia asked, waiting and listening to her wher's frustrated thoughts as he thought through, and discarded, some pretty simple plans. Ahh well, sometimes it was good to go at a slow and steady pace- like running the traces in the Summer seasons. Going too fast too hard would give you sun sickness for sure.
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Kestrel
Wingrider
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Post by Kestrel on Nov 17, 2012 2:24:12 GMT -5
Vrell was happy to see Vresk and Cilisk still getting along—she loved Vresk of course, but she was aware the orange had what some might consider a difficult personality to get along with. Vrell would always be there for her wher, but she was both glad and relieved to know that Vresk had a wher friend too, and one she seemed to get along with as well as she did with the bronze. Vrell train good, yes! Vresk make good sure. No can be best without be train! Vresk glad Cilisk do good with Cilisk’s too. Try good in teachylessons![/color]
Her greetings and well-wishes accomplished, Vresk turned back to Vrell and pressed her side against her handler’s leg, standing up tall and doing her best to look like a pinnacle of attentiveness as Lyrnn began explaining the lesson. Everyone would see she was the best at lessons and learning! Unfortunately, Vresk was too busy doing her best to look attentive and only somewhat subtly looking around to make sure the other whers had seen her to actually absorb anything Lyrnn was saying. But that was okay, because that’s what handlers were for.
Fortunately for Vresk, Vrell had indeed been paying attention, and headed for the basket with a grin on her face. Vresk, for her part, had caught at least a few words of their instructions—one in particular. Race! Big bluewher’s say race, Vresk hear! We win, yes? We win, everyone know Vresk and Vrell best ever, best at fast and best at race![/color] She stomped her cream-colored forepaw with impatience, nudging Vrell’s side with her blunt orange head as she waited for Vrell to finish tying their legs together. Vrell had been amazed by how fast the orange seemed to be growing, and already the pushy wher was nearing three feet in length—but that meant, at least, that Vresk was certainly hardy enough that Vrell didn’t have to worry about hurting her too much if she happened to step on her paw.
No, Vresk, he said it’s not a race! Vrell said, a little worried that Vresk might try to take off before she even got the blindfold fixed around her one good eye. Sensing her wher’s disappointment, she jumped in with a new tactic. You know how we can still impress everyone though? If we cooperate really, really well! Like, we can run around together and do figure eights and avoid rocks and do fancy stuff like that. Just as soon as we get used to moving tied up like this. Okay? Yes good! Vrell trust Vresk, yes? Vrell be good and listen Vresk, look through Vresk, and together be best![/color]
Vrell nodded, smiling, though with the blindfold on she was just smiling into darkness. Surprisingly, though, the darkness didn’t last long—within moments, she was conscious of a fuzzy image of the lake and some of the other wherlings stumbling around. She frowned, trying to focus simultaneously on the image and on Vresk through their bond, and the image grew clearer—though it continued to flicker a bit back into haze. But it was something! Huh, that’s weird. It was there before I even thought about it—maybe I’ve been using you to help me see this whole time, and just didn’t realize it. I guess I haven’t been running into stuff as much lately… Good! Vrell see, so we go! Best at…at co-poperate.[/color] Vresk proudly began strutting forward, dragging Vrell’s leg with her, and the fourteen-turn-old had to flap her arms a bit to keep her balance, but threw her weight forward to recover. She soon began matching the wher’s pace, and while they weren’t doing anything fancy just yet, Vrell was quite satisfied with how smoothly they were soon able to walk around.
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Ondine
Jr. Weyrleader
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Post by Ondine on Nov 20, 2012 0:50:16 GMT -5
Abranna just stood and watched. Abesk had come and pissed Abrask off, first by running around her, some that steadily amped the color of the eyes from yellow to orange, and then challenging her, which shot them straight to red. If the other green hadn't chosen that moment to run away, it would have ended in ichor soaked claws and jaws. As it was, it was only Abranna's mental touch that stopped any kind of bloodshed, but that was several seconds too late if Abrask had really wanted to take her sister to see Between. That several other Whers, all of whom outmassed her, were around meant nothing. She was a savage fighter, a good one, and knew it.
Not now. She didn't mean it. The Green's head turned towards Abranna, seeking the center of her universe that was not embroiled in blood. For a moment, she was the calm center of the storm, green eyes whirling down from bloodshed to peace. Challenge given, challenge accept, not punish by any but Abranna. None but Abranna good. No punish from not-good. None of them were good. Not worth respect, or time aside from those given and taken at the end of her claws, talons that itched to draw ichor from offending Whers.
But it would embroil Abranna in more problems, so she stayed her Wher. Barely, but she did. She listened, not interested at all, in the lesson, and snorted. Pitifully easy. A trust and teamwork exercise? Feh, she needed none of those. Not with Abrask, who already trusted her absolutely. But she strode forward, confident, arrogant, ready to face the world, grabbing the bindings and a blindfold. That part, she eyed with hesitation. She didn't like becoming less than she could be. It hurt her chances.
Abrask knew better than to think this lesson was pointless. Teamwork was good. For once, she could agree with Lyrsk's. Abranna was bad at working with her Wher, couldn't commit herself. Perhaps this would fix that problem. Also, would be easy to protect Abranna when right next to her. So the Green was docile as the wherhealer tied them together and then blindfolded herself.
And realized that she had never tried to share vision with Abrask. Heck, she didn't really know how. So she stood, and Abrask thought to her, Calm. Sink deep. Become Abrask. The woman trembled, unsure that she could do that. But she did as she was told, trying to calm herself, seeking to draw herself closer to her Wher. To see out through what the Green saw.
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Several things struck Lyrnn as he watched reactions to the lesson, and the immediate aftermath. One, some of the more prideful or at least vain Whers weren't happy with this. Two, not everyone knew how to see through their Wher's eyes. Three, some of them just needed some help. Well, that was actually doing better than expected, to be totally honest. The first thing was to deal with Mya, because her binding was currently caught all up in her leg. Lyrsk had spotted them, and relayed it to His. Eating up the ground in long strides, he was next to Wherling and Wheret in a short time.
A knife flashed, and the bonds lay on the ground, unwinding from around the girl's leg and the wher's paw. “Okay, good start, and I know what you like to do Mysk. But sometimes you can't just be someone else. Sometimes you just...gotta be you. If nothing else, than for your partner.” He handed over a fresh and uncut set of bonds, “Take a few minutes if you want and let your leg work itself out, talk it over with your Wher. Give it another shot when you're ready, and call for me if you need me.”
Getting up, he walked back to the center of the group, making sure to raise his voice to catch all of them before they dispersed beyond what the range of his voice could reach. But given his parade ground voice, he could probably reach all of them even if they were significantly further away. And if they got too far out, there was always Lyrsk. “If you're having trouble seeing through your Wher? Try relaxing your own mind, meditating a bit, and then reach down and through your bond with them. It's kind of an effort of will, and a bit of becoming one with your bonded. If nothing else, try for the feel of reaching outside of yourself. It comes easier with practice, so if you don't get it at first, don't worry about it. If you really need help, you can come and talk with me.” This was also for Tussbuul's benefit specifically, but he made sure not to single anyone out by looking in any one direction.
“Once you've got the hang of it, you can escalate if you think it'll help. Have a race if you want, but stay away from the lake in that case. And above all, just make sure you'll be fine. Get into trouble, call for Lyrsk or myself. Take it slow if you need to, there's no shame in needing time to do this.”
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Cathaline
Lady Holder
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Post by Cathaline on Nov 20, 2012 18:04:21 GMT -5
The pressure left her leg all of a sudden, and Mysk lunged up to lick her face with his slimy tongue. Mya groped for the slashed binding, useless now, and quietly thanked Lyrnn, though tears pricked her eyes behind the worthless blindfold. She had no idea how well or how badly anyone else was doing right now, of course, but what did it matter how she compared? This was a lesson practically built for her, and she'd still managed to screw it up. She'd been so excited when she found out blind wherhandlers were a thing, but even this, perhaps the single solitary job on Pern she could do that wasn't drudgery, and she still wasn't good enough.
Mysk didn't know what to do. He didn't quite understand what was wrong, and he didn't know who to be. She didn't want him to be Disk, who was the most comforting person he knew. There was nothing humourous about the situation that would make him comfortable with being himself. He toyed with the idea of Vresking it up and giving a lecture on how to better herself, but she was crying.
With a sigh, Mya reached for his leg to try to tie the ruined scarf back around them, at just the same time as Mysk finally decided to be the person who was here. Only he sort of caught sight of Dosk at the same time, so he ended up bursting into absolutely hysterical tears and throwing himself against Mya's chest, knocking her to the ground again. Mysk sorry! Mysk bad![/i]
Mortified, she tried to hug him. "Mysk, no! You weren't bad. Nothing bad happened."
Mysk in trouble! Mysk no good! Mysk no good as Disk, no good as Vresk, no good as Cilisk, no good as Impask....[/i]
The litany went on. Regardless of how well he remembered whers who were not present, there were seventeen of them here, the other wherets and Lyrsk. Finally he finished up tearfully with, No good as Mummy! Mysk broken and no good, nobody no want Mysk.[/i]
It was horrifying for multiple reasons to see her insecurities writ large in Dosk's hyperbole, and Mya petted his hide. "Mysk, no, you're good. You're my wher. You're my best wher." Oh, shards, everybody had to be looking. Even if his fit was mostly mental, he was crying physically as well, inasmuch as a wher could weep. At least they were pretty far away from the pack, but that just made her feel more isolated, and the more agitated she became, the more Mysk panicked.
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