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Post by Reky on Mar 21, 2011 19:37:46 GMT -5
Their screams were enough to wake the Weyr.
That is, if it wasn't already awake. As Ausk snapped out of a fitful sleep, eyes burning red and nostrils flared, the sun was high overhead and beating down on the rock and stone. It was one of those autumn days that mimicked summer to a tee, save for the shedding wraiths of trees. Rukbat was relentless. The dying foliage sweltered under its heat. To Audren and Ausk's body clocks, it was the middle of the night, and the harshest of those. But Ausk didn't care. She woke with a magnified fury and a bloodlust that was not to be satiated. Her fangs found Audren's arm in her bed and dragged her to the door. Audren screamed. White pain shot through her arm and her body, but she fought through it and opened the door. Ausk was yelling in her head already, but soon enough, the wher was free and running.
She tilted her grotesque head back and shrieked to the world. The sound echoed through the lower caverns as she ran. People plastered themselves to the walls as she rushed past, and if not, they were plastered by force. Nothing in her path was shown mercy. Nothing would stop her. Nothing would contain her. With a violent howl, the red wher burst into the open sunlight of the weyrbowl. It burned her eyes but she didn't care. She just kept going.
Audren cowered in her room. The light! It burned! She hissed and squeezed her eyes shut, but she was still seeing what Ausk saw. She saw the ground rushing beneath her and the searing blue sky and the white hot sun. The skeletal trees were drawing closer. The sheer amount of emotion coming from Ausk was overwhelming. Audren's injured arm was numb to pain because her head was exploding with it. She knew how Ausk's Runs went, though. She'd dealt with them before, and she had known that this one was coming. To anyone else, Ausk was always angry. Ausk was an unstoppable force. But to her... Ausk was complicated, and she could read the red's little signs. She knew her bonded better than anyone ever would.
At this moment, she let herself know Ausk completely. Audren gave into the lust. She let it make her body ache. She let herself feel like she was going to explode. She let herself feel like a monster. Black hair strewn across her face and untamed behind her head, she lunged for the door. She hung past the threshold, arm bleeding down the stone wall, and took a feral breath. Then, she screamed. "Come and get me!" She wasn't Audren anymore. She was Ausk.
AUSK RUN! AUSK KILL. CHASE OR DIE. CHASE OR DIE. CHASE OR DIE! [/i] She screamed to her suitors. Her bloodthirsty chant continued, echoing through their mind like nails on a blackboard. CHASE OR DIE! CHASE OR DIE! AUSK RUNS. AUSK RUNS TO KILL.[/i] Another scream ripped from her throat with a force that rendered it immediately raw. Muscle rippled down her back and sides and pulsed in her legs as she ran. The relentless sun hammered down on her hide. Her eyes burned as if they were actually Rukbat, and her chest burned with the lust and violence she felt. Breathing heavy like the best she was, Ausk ran, and the sleeping trees swallowed her up. CHASE OR DIE. CHASE OR DIE![/i][/size][/blockquote]
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Post by matsi on Mar 21, 2011 20:04:27 GMT -5
The crying awoke many in the area, but one in particular was truly aroused. A large silvery iron Wher stood in the opening of his shaded rock outcrop, his eyes already dancing with purple. His breathing started to increase, making his severely scarred hide shimmer in the light. Scars lined his face, his neck, and down to the tip of his tail. He was an older Wher, but he was wild. Softly, the iron stood from his spotting area, growls shaking his chest. He could hear the red. He could feel her in the area. He wanted her. He would get her! The Iron waited a few more moments, locating the red through the searing sunlight, then took off after her crimson hide. Deep growls shook his throat with every stride his massive legs took. Grr.Rrrrrrr Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgrrrrrr SSSSSSSSsssss His throat echoed as he ran. He was unbounded, purely wild, but if he was to be named? He was Grrsk, The iron of many fights. Grrsk’s mind echoed with Ausk’s chants, making his mouth water with longing as he kept increasing his pace. His silvery nose flared, and his eyes were absorbed by a deep, lustful purple, while his muscles rippled under his scarred hide. He could see the red, more like crimson, wher. Her hide was bright under the sunlight, almost blinding to the Iron as he ran after her. If this red had run at night, Oh Grrsk would have no issues keeping a sight on her, but in this light, Grrsk’s eyes burned and tried to shut against the strain. He would not give into the light, though. He was a Wher, a wild wher. He was Grrsk! He had won many battles in the past, and many runs, so this was just one more challenge, a chance to prove himself to the world! He was the strongest of them all! He would prove this to the red. She deserved only the best, only the strongest! Only the strongest had strong wherets, only the strongest Wherets survived! Grrrrrrssssss! GrrrrrrrRRRRRrrrrrrrr sssssshhssssssssss! He growled as he ran, forcing his eyes to stay open and to stay locked onto the red as she ran. His growls grew in intensity, daring all of the other males in the area to challenge him to the red. This red was strong, too strong for the others! Only HE, Grrsk, was strong enough for her!
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Post by Kila on Mar 22, 2011 8:52:36 GMT -5
Nadya and Nadysk were shocked awake by an inhuman scream in the dead of the night- or day, for the rest of Pern. What was that, Nadysk? Nadya demanded sitting up straight in her bed. The Brown, had been curled up with her, his weight making the bed sag, was sitting up, completely alert. All traces of fatigue were gone, though the hour was foreign to him. Nadya did not need an answer: she could feel her bonded’s response to the call and saw the dark purple begin to swirl in his faceted eyes. Ausk run; he replied, his thoughts far from where they lay. It at least answered the question of who. Ausk run now. Run or die; he repeated, his body tense. Reading the signs, Nadya threw off her furs and jumped back against the headboard just before Nadysk leapt from the bed, his powerful muscles propelling him forward and his claws shredding the bedding where he had pushed off. The measly door that stood between him and Ausk didn’t have a chance. With a loud crash and shower of splinters, Nadysk smashed through the door and took off down the tunnel after the Red. He always breaks things, was what came to Nadya’s mind as she sat in the ruins, for indeed each time he chased Nadysk seemed to run into something or other.
The fury of the Red Queen set the mood for all of her followers. Nadysk, normally kind, calm, and gentle, now barreled after her, heedless of the poor humans pressed against the walls in terror. His eyes swirled a violent color of purple now. Ausk’s rage and Ausk’s lust made the run seem dire. He had to catch her. He wanted her. He needed her. Even when he came to the mouth of the tunnel, Nadysk did not pause. Snarling, he lowered her head and charged forward blindly, shielding his eyes from the unforgiving sun. But that was no way to win- he needed, and wanted to see Ausk as he chased her! Throwing up his head, he pushed past a group of Candidates, sending them running in fear from the monsters that had erupted from beneath the Weyr with no warning. He roared after Ausk as she was swallowed up by the forest- disappearing into the Western Continent. He was there, he would follow and chase until he fell of exhaustion or she was his. No foreign, wild Wher would have her. She was of Dalibor, just as he, and deserved a male like himself! Even if she mauled him when he got close he would not desist, for pain would be worth the price.
Certainly shocked and slightly overwhelmed by these feelings from her normally peaceful Wher, Nadya got off the bed unsteadily and made her was to the ruined door, picking a path through the splinters. She barley saw them, though: The same lust that had gripped Nadysk, transmitted overpoweringly from Ausk, was now consuming Nadya. And she was very susceptible to lust. Passing into the tunnel, she navigated her way to Audren’s room, the Handler’s shout still ringing through the passage. Come and get her? Oh I will, Nadya promised. Walking into the room and seeing Audren standing there, full of rage, defiance, and so much more, nearly drove Nadya to seize her there. Nadysk wanted Ausk and oh how Nadya now wanted the beautiful stranger that stood before her. She said nothing, but locked eyes Audren as she walked farther in, approaching her. Her eyes spoke all the intensity that her words did not.
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Post by Azhdarchid on Mar 22, 2011 21:40:53 GMT -5
Down from the Weyr, beside the blue lip of the ocean, sat an enormous, foul-smelling sand dune. Tall enough to withstand fitfull Autumn breezes. Wide enough to bury a draybeast. But not deep enough to keep the shrieking Red from its builder's head.
At the first sharp demand the sands twitched, tumbling off the mound's flanks as the wher at its core jerked awake. A large snout previously exposing only its flat, stone-like tip plunged outward by a couple inches, giving the wher room to flex his nostrils wide. One of the nasal openings had an odd shape, entrance pinned to the side by a fishhook locked in the skin. He snuffled at the sea air with such vigor as to nearly tear the his nose back to its rightful form. Then he stopped, and tried to withdraw his head back to the dark safety of the earth.
But the mistress of the Run remained with him. He began to thrash in his shelter. He knew it was not the right time. He wanted nothing to do with this...nonsense! But even as he wished against it, his legs pushed him up, and his lumpy wedge-shaped head burst from the dune with all the unneeded fervor of a Hatchling fresh out his shell. The wher released a howl of his own: the sun was just as bad as he thought. Not just blind. Not just hot. It stabbed into his eyes and lanced straight through his brain. He teetered out of his disintegrating house and wobbled his first few steps toward the distant woodlands.
His head smashed into a raised rock outcrop. Slosk gurgled assent and turned around, lowering his bruised ego and crawling for the broken dune. He could not see anything. He could not see his own facets rolling rich violet, and bursting open full spectrums beneath that. He was so busy groping for shelter that he did not realize he had turned around till his nose blunted against the stone again. The wher went still. The leading edges of his wrinkled wings spasmed outward. His shriveled tail slapped the ground with misdirected vengeance.
He rose all the way back onto his feet. He leaned forward and ground his face against the stone, his chorus of embedded metal hooks squealing. With more force, he dashed his hard skull against the wall of stone. He did not break, and the pain gave him a competitor for the crippling star above. Gathering his legs beneath him, Slosk vaulted smoothly onto the outcrop. His ragged jaws hung open as he turned his head one way, then another, before loping into a purposeful charge toward the forest. He still did not think this was a good idea, but think and want did not seem to be getting along today.
Maybe it was payback for the last Run having been announced right beside him, but he had to skirt the edge of the Weyr for some time before he even came within sight of Ausk and her other suitors. He kept trying to duck his head, keep himself blind in exchange for relief from the daylight. So it was that the tip of his nose caught on a log, followed shortly by the rest of him, and Slosk somersaulted over his own body with a rusty squawk.
His pale belly offered to Rukbat like a flag of surrender, the weary wher took a breath to whine further-- but a wetness in his throat restrained him. The pounding of muscled legs cleared him at both sides, and when one lean limb punched the dirt just beside him, his immense jaws snapped hard on it...and took only air. Chase or die. Slosk returned to his feet, his steps airy and swift despite what knocks the fall had tasked him with. Rather than pursue the other males, he began veering, sensing a curve in the Red's path. Sensing was all it was. Estimating. Even seeing, he could make no sense of his picture beyond Avoid This and Chase That, where That was a blur of blood on his horizon. He was quiet. Stealthy, maybe. Stealthy as a giant written in scorched metal hide could be. His mouth hung open, just as ready to bite through her at the interception point as to roar his would-be victory. Like his fellows in lust, he was losing himself to Ausk's broadcast. Winning her required becoming her.
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Post by veritas on Mar 24, 2011 12:46:50 GMT -5
Just when Hustafer and Husk were starting to get used to Weyr routine again, something had to go and disturb it.
It was, of course, Husk who first roused, lifting his head and grunting at the shriek that had gone through the Weyr tunnels. At the need lingering under it... at the command. The iron picked himself up with a growl.
Hustafer groaned, pushing half-upright. It was easy enough to tell what was going on - he'd felt it enough times - but it was the middle of the sharding day. What kind of wher Ran in the middle of the day? And how on Pern was Husk going to be able to keep up? It was hard enough for the big iron to avoid trees when he wasn't day-blind! But Husk would hear no refusals. Ausk Ran, and she commanded, and he would Chase.
Hustafer managed to get the door open before Husk battered it down, and only afterwards bothered finding some trousers to tug on. Shard it, he'd stayed up far too late in the morning to be ready for thus...
But nevertheless, he felt his bonded's need, and it sang in him. Yes. They would Chase. Husk was strong, and he'd not let anyone forget it. Anything that tried to stop him, he would shove aside! The wher gallopped through the corridors, letting out a scream of pain when the sunlight stabbed into his eyes. For a moment, he stumbled, pawing at his head; and Hustafer, too, reeled, leaning on the wall, dizzy with the sudden spike of pain.
But Husk recovered, lowered his head, and resumed his forward course. Forward, ever forward. His claws dug into the turf, each leaping stride a little longer than the one before as the iron built up speed, Chasing the bright red beacon that was Ausk and her need and her rage. Chase or die. Chase or die. Chase or...
Tree...
Dazzled by the sunlight, the iron didn't see the mighty fellis tree looming ahead of him until it was too late to turn. He tried - shoved his weight to one side, dug his claws in - but to no avail; his shoulder slammed into the trunk, and he tumbled to the ground, roaring in pain and frustration.
And then... he picked himself back up, and he Chased some more. Chase or die. Chase or die. He was Husk, and he was alive. He would Chase!
Hustafer staggered through the tunnels, one hand trailing along the wall, the other rubbing his temples. He already ached with his wher's pain. This was not going to be a fun night. Day. Whatever.
But the need still sang in his mind and set his heart pounding. He was Husk. They would Chase, they would win.
Even as he followed the direction of his thoughts toward Ausk's handler, Husk brushed aside another tree. This one, a mere sapling, was not nearly so strong as its older cousin; it broke under the force of his passage, tumbling. He strained to turn away from another hefty tree, and though he did still clip his shoulder, it wasn't a solid blow; he ran on. Faster, harder, leaping over a fallen log in one bound and roaring out his challenge. He was Husk! He was strong, he was fast, and nothing was going to stop him - not another wher, not Rukbat itself glaring down on him, and certainly no mere tree!
As Hustafer finally found the right place and slipped in, the rhythm of the Chase pounded ever harder in his mind, and a growl that had no place in a human throat nevertheless rose in his as the big man met Audren's eyes.
Chase or die. Well, he and Husk might be a bit older than the rest, but they certainly weren't dead yet.
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Post by Reky on Mar 26, 2011 12:38:38 GMT -5
As the trees took her captive, she turned to see her followers. Three irons and a brown was what she saw with her impaired eyes, and she scream to them, her throat burning with the shrill noise. She pressed onward through the trees, low to the ground and breathing like the feral creature she was. The net of branches above them created a mosaic of light and dark on the forest floor. One second she could see fine, and the other her retinas felt as though Rukbat were cauterizing them. She was blind to the lust, however, and she didn't care. She could take the pain. If the males could not, then she would not tolerate them. Already she hungered for their verdant blood. She could taste it in the back of her throat.
Her feet hit the ground like an earthquake each time, stomping down the earth and crunching any leaf or twig that lay there. She raced through brittle branches, her hide laced with miniature scratches. The pain she felt was on she wanted to inflict on each of the four males following her. Who did they even think they were? They weren't trying hard enough! They blundered through the forest. They were clumsy! They had too feel her - hear her, not see her. She screamed again, a signal of her location. She had turned right. Bushes snapped from the force she plowed through them with.
Then, she suddenly stopped, a fierce battle cry tearing from her lungs. The trees were not so close here; the sunlight burned through to the whers' eyes. Blind, Ausk turned around and collided with the first male she could. She had hoped it would be that scrawny brown, Nadysk. He was pitiful! Too small! He could try, but Ausk hated him. She hated all of them, and it gave her great satisfaction to sink her fangs into the iron she had slammed into. She tore at the flesh, tasting the ichor on her tongue and teeth. The wild Grrsk had been her victim. She shrieked in his ear, loud enough to possibly disorient him, and turned and fled again. She was heading back the way she had came - the males would have to work fast to turn around.
She swallowed Grrsk's blood as she pounded through the forest. It gave her warmth and a hunger for more. The red bellowed. She would drain them all of their blood. Every last drop would be her prize. They should be honoured! She would kill them all and take their bodies for her own! She, Ausk, the queen of Rukbat's fire! ALL AUSK'S. AUSK KILL. AUSK BREAK! In her frenzied, blind bloodlost, she lost her footing and raked against a tree. It tore the first layer of her red skin off her side. She wailed as pain stabbed her in the ribs, but kicked off the tree and kept on going. Nothing would stop her! No trees, no pain, no sunlight! Not even these males would.
Audren had backed into her room. She stood in the far corner like a beast, hunched over and eyes flaring with every primal emotion. Nadya and Hustafer were standing there, both of them the objects of her lust and her hatred. She wanted both of them. She wanted to subject them to all the pains and pleasures she could think of. Nadysk and Husk. Nadya and Hustafer. All theirs. She let out a deep, lusty groan, still staring the both of them down from her corner. Ausk still hadn't chosen, and Audren still wasn't completely sure. Her strong emotions barraged her mind like hammers to an anvil. They hurt. She could barely contain them. It would only be a little longer, though... That she knew. That she felt. [/blockquote]
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Post by veritas on Mar 26, 2011 21:01:29 GMT -5
This was no proper Run.
A proper Run would have happened at night, and stretched out across much of the island. A proper Run would have seen its Chasers tested, yes, perhaps punished if they were found wanting, but in the end, the winner would have been chosen by Her.
A proper Run wouldn't have had Husk caroming off so many trees.
This was no proper Run.
The big iron's lag behind the rest of the crowd was somewhat to his advantage when Ausk reversed course and barreled through him, but Husk needed every bit of advantage he can get. Rather than scramble aside and come to a laborious halt, he settled for the direct approach: use one of the trees looming ahead of him to his advantage, for once. Though he'd shed speed, he was still moving at a good clip when he leapt up and put all four feet forward, and his claws sank into the bark with a bone-jarring impact.
But even as he struck, his legs coiled to soak up some of the force, only to spring out and send him tumbling the other way. He didn't land gracefully, but even with the few moments it took to steady himself and resume Chasing, he'd shaved precious seconds off of his turn.
Each heavy breath emerged in a growl, anger rising as strong as lust. So this red thought she could toy with them, did she, toy with him? Well, he was warned, now. If she tried to treat him like she had that wild interloper, she'd find that Husk had claws, too, and teeth. If he had to pin her down and fight off the other males, he would do it!
His claws tore up great grooves in the turf as he Chased, snarling. His hide was scraped and torn in places, his eyes still burned from Rukbat's angry glare, but he wasn't going to let any of that stop him. The other males were just obstacles; he'd shove them aside as easily as the saplings he'd left bent and broken behind him, with as little care for where his claws happened to find purchase.
In Audren's quarters, the rage was the one thing Hustafer tried to keep, if not exactly in check, at least balanced. He couldn't make a move yet, no matter how much Husk's need screamed for him to do just that. No. Not until it was clear which wher had won would it be obvious which human should. But his fists still clenched at his side, hard enough for his nails to dig into his palms, and his vision swam under a red haze. He wasn't going to ruin this for Husk, or for himself, by trying to fight the feelings that raged in them both. All he would do... all he could do... was focus.
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Post by Azhdarchid on Mar 27, 2011 10:15:50 GMT -5
Slosk felt better. Not better. Stronger. He was close to Ausk. She turned him strong. He would eat Rukbat. He would consume Ausk. Pain was a gift. It turned him sensitive. Smelling the blood. Hearing the screams. Thoughts swift as steps. So close. So close so close so close.
From the start, Slosk's purple facets had housed little red stars at their centers. But now the light from each bloody point criss-crossed over his eyes, netting them with lust of a different color. The returning corridors of leafless canopy scratched shadows along the forge-hot iron of his body. His muzzle tipped toward the tree splashed with blood and skin, and he joined Ausk in dashing off a sacrifice, a patch of hook-riddled hide from the flank of his snout. The wild was silent. Gleeful. Blind still, and tiring-- but not before Ausk! And his opponents he no longer recognized. The sun was enemy enough.
Slosk hurtled over an incline caked with dead leaves, and they kicked up behind him like a wildfire as he skidded down the black-soiled slope. Crushing, crunching, twisting in the air around him, while he stomped and hissed his talons across the occasional rock. Killing sounds. Invigorating, blaring noises that surged through his ears like his own racing ichor. Short-cut: he split his hind claws as he leaped off the hillside. Wrinkled wing membranes shot through with veins of mineral color drew taut, and the Iron beat his stunted limbs against the warm wind as he landed again. He cupped the air and used it to pivot, twirling to the east like a wher half his size. Had the sun been posted there, he would gladly face it. For facing the sun was the same as facing Ausk. She was barreling toward him. Short-cut!
For the moment while his wings were still furling back to the sides of his spine, and his front feet were still descending to the earth, Slosk did not Chase. The leaves he had stirred up billowed around his settling form. There was another slope to his left, trapping all on their course, the wet path, unless they preferred the plummet down the incline to a more distant bed of Autumn decay. Ichor speckled the soil as Slosk's head dropped low, his body flattening to minimize air resistance, every part of him burning with some agony or another. Layers of twitching muscle tightened up his legs, and he shoved the ground away.
Every so often his hard feet and broken claws touched down again and wrote the story of his effort into the packed mud. Whers could not fly, but each stride felt like a wingbeat for how much closer it brought him. What it would mean if he hit her, and then her other suitors crashed in from behind, Slosk did not consider. But he wanted the clash. He wanted to collide with Ausk, and crack his claws and fangs and skin against hers. Laces of ichor winged off the side of his jaw as he lifted his shoulders, mantling his wings and raising all his instruments of murder to meet the Red Queen.
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Post by matsi on Mar 29, 2011 12:46:05 GMT -5
Grrsk shook his large head as he ran, shaking the rutbak’s furious burns from his head. He could hear her echoing cries. The cries were enough. The cries were all he needed to keep moving. He would not stop just because of the stupid light. He was Grrsk! He knew pain, and he could stand it! After this revelation, the light iron let out a snarl and kept on running. His legs pumped harder and harder, sending soil flying into the air with each swipe. GrrrRRRRrrrsssssss His voice echoed as he squinted his lusty purple eyes and kept on barreling towards the crimson red queen.
Suddenly, her scent became stronger. It was so sudden that it threw him off for a second, then the pain of fang in his hide. The pain made him spiral out of his confusion and back into reality. Before he fully knew what had happened, she was off again. Red tainted Grrsk’s lusty purple eyes and he became furious. He was furious that she dared to attack him, but instead of attack her back, oh he wouldn’t attack his prize, he turned on the closest suitor. His growls turned to a roar as he sank his fangs into the shoulder of that brown that was so close to him. One forepaw swiped at the brown’s side. Foolish Brown for being so close to him and his prize. With that, Grrsk was satisfied. He turned again and let his muscular legs to carry him after the roaring red. Ichor left a flavor in his maw, and it stained his iron hide around his mouth. More ichor dripped from his own hide, but it didn’t matter to him. Pain only made him stronger. She only tested his strength! He would be stronger for her!
GrrrrRRRRRRRRRRrssssssssssssssssssRRRR! He snarled and hissed as his legs picked up his pace again. He would not be out run. Now the others? Oh they would be out run, the pace was just too fast, they just wouldn’t last! He was fit, and wild! He was an iron too! So that made him a Fit, Wild Iron that could stand the pain of her fangs. Oh yes, he was the only one that could last this run!
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Post by Kila on Mar 29, 2011 13:38:19 GMT -5
As Nadysk ran, blind but determined, his competition flickered into view beside him. All Irons. The Brown curled his lip in disguist. How unoriginal! Kings they were, perhaps, but they were all the same. A Wher as unique as Ausk deserved something better. The Irons were bigger than him and barreled through the trees, snapping off splinters as they crashed by, but Nadysk’s size was an advantage rather than a drawback. While the others smacked sickeningly against the trunks of the trees, Nadysk was able to avoid the ones that he could see in the patches of shade. He was faster than them- more agile- and he was moving ahead.
When Ausk stopped however (he could hear her skidding to a halt and then utter a fierce cry. Maybe the very front was not where he wanted to be just then. Skidding, Nadysk changed his course hurriedly, missing the wrath of the Red Queen by a very small distance. It was one of the wilds, instead, that was rewarded with her fangs. Though Nadysk would have been ecstatic to have Ausk tear away at him, he knew he needed to preserve himself until she was ready to settle down with her chosen prey; Here, Ausk attacked just out of anger.
As he heard her spend away, Nadysk charged after her, eager to pass all the heavy, clumsy Iron beasts that ran after the object of his desire. As he passed the unbounded that had been attacked, however, the Iron lashed out at him, dragging him down in his anger at being injured by Ausk. Nadysk let out a surprised and pained roar as Slosk sunk his teeth into his shoulder. He turned to snarl furiously at him, getting free only to be met brutally with the Iron’s claws.
Back in Audren’s room, Nadya let out her own cry. Though there was no blood, her shoulder throbbed and her ribs stung. Holding herself, she looked at an invisible foe with hatred and anger in her eyes, hissing menacingly under her breath. How dare it? How dare that filthy, unbounded creature hurt her lifemate? Had she been out in the woods with them she would have attacked the Iron, though it would have cost her her own life. Nobody messed with Nadysk. No one. But this was his battle- there was nothing she could do from where she was. Instead, she swayed closer to Audren, her anger complimenting her desire.
Neither of them were going to give up. True to his hide, Nadysk had heart and courage. Gathering his wounded limbs, the Brown pushed forward. He was behind now, but he would catch up, even with his injuries. He would catch up. He did. He had the fleeting urge to barrel into Slosk, but Ausk outshone him easily, leaving the thought far behind. Besides, revenge wasn’t in his nature. Now, so fueled with lust and fury, he would act on it if ever, but there were far more important things at hand. Ausk- stampeding through the acid sunlight, leading them on. Their will was nothing- they had to obey.
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Post by Reky on Mar 30, 2011 0:37:36 GMT -5
Ausk ran. The trees here were thinning rapidly. Their spindly branches that once provided some semblance of shadowed visibility were sparse. Black and multicoloured dots floated in Ausk's eyes as her retinas were damaged. They bounced and swayed as her eyes darted from the ground in front of her to the males beside her. She was panting and they were catching up. She could see one of the irons out of the corner of her eye, briefly, before going almost blind again. Her path had brought them almost full circle from the weyr; their thundering steps were bringing them nearer and nearer.
Then, Ausk screamed. The sound was the most forceful yet. It ricocheted off the high mountain walls of Dalibor, and the energy spent for it shook her entire body. It cut off abruptly, whether it being her lungs gave out or her throat had shredded itself, leaving her battle cry to leave in the ensuing moment of silence. Growling again, she wheeled around and met her suitors head on.
There was not much time left. She knew that. Her eyes burned in her skull and her muscles felt like fire. Her own handler's blood and the blood of Grrsk would not be enough to last her long. The Run, and she knew it, had been short - short but hard. She had not lead her suitors on a guided tour of the countryside. She was better than that. She put them through the pain of the Red Star at a furious pace and that was better than any drawn-out marathon. It was the same arduous journey in a compressed amount of time, and even she felt it.
She threw herself at Grrsk first. She snarled, fangs bared, and dug everything she could into his hide. She ripped at him and found herself stumbling away, adrenaline pulsing through her veins, with murder in her eyes. She let them all come at her. She let them fight for her. Tooth and claw, Ausk fought back. She had nothing against injuring the males, or even killing them. Absolutely nothing. Everything in her body, in contrast, wanted it. They were not worthy of her if they could not endure the pain. She was pain. Breathing heavily, on her last legs, she raked her claws down Nadysk's side and clamped her jaw around Husk's tail. She gave these wounds her last stores of energy. Audren, in her room, slammed Nadya against the wall, hand at the woman's throat. Ausk then screamed at the males all to leave her - all except for Slosk. She screamed until they all finally left, with all of their gashes and bites, and turned back to her chosen one. Anger flashed in her eyes and her teeth found a mouthful of fishhooks on his chin before ripping them out. OBEY, she commanded, and then with Rukbat watching, she was upon him.
Audren let Nadya's neck free in favor of holding her waist instead. In a flurry of passion, she pressed their lips together, forcing Nadya's head against the cold stone. She wanted Nadya more than anything. Hustafer was left to decide what to do. Ausk had thrown Husk out, but Audren ignored the man in her room. He could stay or leave - she didn't care. All she cared about was Nadya.
Her hands wasted no time figuring the woman out beneath her clothes. Audren, now, was as much a predator as Ausk was and would force Nadya into submission. Later, though, when Ausk was done with Slosk and discarded him like a sick runner, Audren would keep holding onto Nadya. She was hers. Slosk had no human, and Audren was immensely grateful that she had been allowed to pick for her own. As she laid there in the end, hands resting on Nadya's smooth skin, all of the anger from Ausk had dissipated, and Audren was simply happy. She didn't care about the future. Right now was fine. It didn't have to stay like that, but for now, she lived in the present. [/blockquote]
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Post by veritas on Mar 30, 2011 1:05:34 GMT -5
For one snarling moment, Husk fought. The pain was almost minor, compared to what he'd already suffered - the bumps and jars and scrapes, the tears along his sides, places where thorns had dug into his hide, and over it all, the agony of sunlight in his eyes. Ausk's teeth only made him angry, and he roared, twisting around to fight back.
But then the red had chosen, and she hadn't chosen him. Even a length of separation was enough to let the urgency ebb - not greatly, no. For one perilous moment the iron was ready to ignore Ausk's command, to refuse to leave, to make her accept him.
But he did not, and the moment passed.
Panting, growling in frustrated discomfort, Husk started back for the safety of the Weyr, for the comforting darkness beneath it. He did not whimper or whine; he endured the pain of his injuries. But he left in peace. The Chase had been short, but fierce, and he had done well to keep up even as well as he had, given his slow start. Ausk had Chosen, and if there was to be one proper thing about this run, it would be Husk respecting that choice. The wild iron with all the hooks in his hide had won, and he, Husk, had not; it was that simple.
In Audren's room, Hustafer was suddenly left reeling, his wher's lust draining out of him. The pain didn't, not entirely - that still pounded in his head. But the sudden absence of that rage, and that overwhelming need, left him dizzy.
He took a few moments to catch his breath, and then he slipped out, easing the door shut behind him. There in the corridor he paused, leaning against the wall, stone cool against bare skin that suddenly felt overheated.
Shards. His head hurt, parts he didn't actually have hurt, and even if Husk had abandoned his lust, Hustafer was still feeling the echoes of it. But this was not a good time to be trying to find some replacement company; he needed to get back to sleep, shard it.
You did good, buddy, the man sent to his bonded, pushing upright with a sigh and starting back for his room. C'mon home and rest up. The wher sent a grumble back at him, but kept plodding forward as fast as he dared, the better to get out of the sharding sun as soon as he could.
Hustafer kept walking, feeling his way along. He'd be following his own advice, that was for sure.
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Post by Kila on Mar 31, 2011 16:56:19 GMT -5
Though the light burned his eyes and his body, Nadysk plowed onward. His advantage of size had come to naught because of the wound the bastard Iron had given him. Staining the grass and the trunks of the trees with his ichor, his gait had become more of a careen than a cantor. Nevertheless, he didn’t let Ausk get too far ahead. He could hear her, smell her, feel her; his wounded body ached for her. He hoped that she would choose soon, and hoped that she would choose him- his lust and her rage demanded it.
When she turned on them Nadysk knew instinctively that that was it. Though she screamed and greeted the head of the pack, Grrsk, with fang and claw, Nadysk did not stop. Leaping into the fray and slashing his way towards her, being sure to gouge Grrsk in the process, he was met with her judgment at last. Having mauled the Iron enough Ausk turned to him with hatred. Nadysk roared as her sharp claws raked the other side of his hide with all of their force. Had she stayed the pain would have been beautiful, but it was clear that she was done with him. She screamed at them to obey her command, leaving no room to doubt. Tattered as he was, the power of Ausk’s emotions tempted him to refuse, to follow her farther, but what little shred of reason he had reclaimed from her rejection held him back. Glowering at the pair, he turned and slunk into the forest to lick his wounds. He would stay there until it was night, because with the thrill of the chase receding he had no desire or reason to face the light.
Nadya too would be preoccupied until the night. When Audren slammed her forcefully against the wall she choked, the Red Handler’s hand tight around her throat. Looking up, she met Audren’s eyes, her own smoldering with unmasked and raw desire. Though her head and back had smacked the wall soundly, she hardly felt the pain, and that that she did excited her. Yes, she wanted it rough- there was no other way for such a Run.
When Audren released her grip and slid her hand down to Nadya’s waist, Nadya abandoned all of the required self-control that had been holding her back. Audren’s lips suddenly on hers, pressing her back against the cold, stone wall made her insane. Grabbing the other woman, she pulled her and crushed her body against hers, sinking in her fingernails. Their clothes didn’t even last as long as Hustafer’s decision to slip away, though neither of them were aware of his presence any more. Fueled by the bellicose and lusty intentions of the Red, the two tangled with each other as if there were no tomorrow.
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