Post by kireon on Apr 3, 2013 5:27:55 GMT -5
Yuri and Yusk's eyes were directly on the blue making all sorts of friendly looking overtures towards the others on the sands... and even up into the stands themselves. Friendly little one, wasn't he? The Candidatemaster's eyes narrowed carefully, watching as the young one stuck his snout into someone's face and take off to cautiously examine Kalenna and Kalesk.
Definitely friendly, if Yuri didn't know any better, he'd say the blue was deliberately taking time to look at each and every person who was in attendence. For what reason, however, was something he couldn't... quite put his finger on. Distraction? Anxiety grew another notch when the wheret approached Disk, and quickly faded into disbelieving, barely restrained amusement as the little one slurped up the side of Disk's face with a flash of blue tongue. The curious but wary look sent in the child's direction was interesting to note- and then he was bounding off again toward Si... oh dear, Sian was there.
Not available, move on baby.[/i] Yusk commented to Yuri, pacing a little before rising on her haunches once more to try and catch a better glimpse of the wayward wheret's antics.Dragon-owned, not for wher.[/i]
Yusk went still in the next instant, eyes whirrling excitedly a split second later as a chortle loosed itself from her throat. She rubbed against Yuri, back on all fours again and continued her own wherish form of laughter. Silly baby, no quit when wher around. Wher always know. Best partners, wher.[/i]
Yuri's palm connected with his forehead with a sharp slap. Most infants would be distressed at their bonded's implicit rejection of them- as he had taken Raxeris' furious rant in stride while aiding the young man off the sands themselves. Yet, this one... this one didn't seem the least bit concerned about potential rejection, the confusion and disdain on the young man's face. "If I didn't know any better, I would say he deliberately waited until Raxeris had been fed up and left- just to drive the point home."
Yusk looked momentarily confused, and then thoughtful as she absently itched the side of her snout against her the rough material of her handler's pants and boots. Maybe right. Yusk like Yuri, choose Yuri because YuriMine. Sweet like Yusk, good like Yusk. Baby chosen for same reason, yes?[/i]
Now that was a mildly horrifying thought, and Yuri found himself more than a little glad to answer Damali's beckoning. Time to, as a fellow handler, help their youngest ever Impressee begin to adjust to Wherling life. I do hope Audren decides to go easy on the lectures, it wasn't the little one's fault that Damask took such a shine to her, or that she happened to find her soulmate rather sooner than most. The wher chooses, after all, much like the dragon. Plus, the newly impressed Brown had reacted rather strongly to Shino's upset, or so he'd guessed after the wheret had secured the bond with the young child... so if Audren would- no. He shook his head rather vehemently.
Audren would curb her irritation and aim it elsewhere, knowing how precious that first night with one's wher could be and how new and fresh the bond was. "Congratulations, Shino," Yuri greeted the small, large-eyed child with as warm a smile as always. His own eyes seemed to shine with pride, as if she were one of his family who had completely outdone all expectations. "you have a wher of your very own now, how does it feel?"
Yusk's head poked out, a delighted croon sing-song from her throat as she edged closer and closer, stretching her neck out to snuffle at the brown sticking like a burr to a woolbeast to the baby who was a little wherling now. Yusk happy, Shino have wheret, be like Yusk and Yuri now. Proud Yusk, very proud Yuri. The green informed her, delighted at the seemingly docile temperment of the brown, somewhat forgetting the display of aggression and bloodlust from earlier. Shino was a sweet baby, therefore, Shino's wher would also be sweet- just like herself and Yuri. That was the way things worked in Yusk's mind.
The green whistled softly towards the brown. Be hungry? Be follow Yusk, show Shino and baby where eat. Full belly good belly, washies after. Washies good. Yusk loved getting washed afterward, it meant oiling after a bath and that meant all the attention she wanted. She would show this little one the right way to being a wher until Lyrsk took over.
Yuri and Yusk would escort the girl, answering any questions she might have had and explaining them as thoroughly as the pair thought was appropriate for her age. Naturally, an extended, unending invitation to spend time with the Candidatemaster and his wher was given, especially if she found herself unable to sleep or was worried about some behavior problem regarding Shinsk.
**
"I'm-" Not going back to Igen, if that's what she'd been thinking, which apparently it was due to the next lines that'd come out of her mouth. His scowl darkened further. As if he'd leave her here all... okay, so not on her own, she had those other two, and Shalith too. "yeah, maybe I'll do that." He finished lamely. Headman at Dalibor wouldn't be too bad, and he could certainly come up with a list of improvements that would go a long way towards making things less chaotic.
Maybe even less disasterous, as this weyr had some bizarre tendency to run into some truly incredible tragedies almost one after another.
His problem was less with the whers and more with what the shards were people thinking in letting everything be all natural and not regulated where they could minimize trauma, casualties and the amount of injuries done to Candidate and spectator alike. If a Candidate's state of mind was so precious and vital to not destroying a newly hatched dragonet or wheret's fragile little mind to scare them Between or into some sort of berserker blood rage- shouldn't they be helping the bloody candidates?
In short, the whole damn process was one hot mess he not only totally did not approve of, but one that he damn sure didn't want to involve himself in until things changed for the better and the safety regulations were firmly set in stone in the heads of Candidate, spectator and wher or dragonet alike.
And then there was a weight on his thigh, one that disturbed his preparation to launch into one of he and Sian's lengthy and debateably enjoyable arguments. He cracked an eye open, glancing at his sister first to make sure she hadn't just told her beast to drop a tail-load into his lap. Her grin only proved that something was utterly, utterly wrong- especially because it was that grin. He knew that one all too well, he had memories and stories to tell of the kind of trouble that particular grin had gotten them both into on a variety of levels.
Raxeris need calm. Raxerisk explain, all happen as must, sad, scary, all need for right. You see. Teeth that could do a sharding number on flesh were given as the head in his lap lolled about a little, one vibrant eye watching him, half-closed to give the blue a mightily impish looking expression on his face. Make bond, feed? Needed too.
One could not have shocked Raxeris more than the young lad was at that moment. He stared, disbelieving, at the blue- at Raxerisk who continued to watch him with that same... that-that same look on his face that he'd had when he'd first hatched. He recalled it! His memory wasn't so poor as to forget something like the emergence of this little... this little...
Rainbow color played across the large facets of the smiling blue wheret's eyes, the toothy maw gaping open in an even wider grin.
"I- you added a -k to my name!"
A chortle not unlike the one the brown had made post-bite to the calf, though significantly more light-hearted in sound was his response. Rainbows still spinning in his eyes, Raxerisk was biding his time, ever patient. The bonding would happen, and his stomach, though protesting its emptiness in a particularly vehement manner, would be filled to capacity all in good time. But first, he would need to take care of the little problem he'd been able to see that his bondmate would have.
Oh well, some just needed a little encouragement, and he could already tell Raxeris was one of them. Silly boy that he was, he'd learn in good time how it'd been inevitable that they would be together. No, lost end -s in Raxeris, replace with -sk.[/i] He lolled his head a little more to the right, widening one eye a little. Better that way.[/i]
Did... was... why was this thing sassing him?!
He counted to ten. Twice. "Go Impress someone else- Remy, or Iola, shards, even Tius would be a better fit for the likes of you!" This is not happening, this can't possibly be happening.
Can't.[/i] Raxerisk's voice had gone more serious now, and the young man bonded to the blue wheret was already feeling phantom hunger pangs that he knew for a fact were not his own. Meant to be, Raxeris. Meant to be Raxerisk, not Iolask, Tiusk, or Remsk.[/i] His stomach felt as if it was gnawing at him much the same way his dead brown brother had gone and chewed on Sesk's bonded. Stubbornly, the blue persisted in his determination to ignore the pain in favor of ensuring the outcome he needed would, indeed, prove to be inevitable.
Raxeris would accept him and would bond to him.
He turned his head in the direction of Sian's blade, just now seeming to notice the woman and her dragon with great interest. Enough so that he could ignore the hunger in his belly for the moments it took for him to study the two. Very dear to his, this woman was. Very, very dear, if the glimmer of thoughts in Raxeris' mind were to go off of.
Not in a... how would one put it? In a manner one would chase after in hopes of impressing, he supposed that was the best way he could think of. No, this woman was dear in the way Raxerisk felt about his bonded. Family, the word came to him after a bit of gentle, subtle poking about. Yes, that woman and her dragon were family- and the reason Raxeris was here.
Other than himself, of course.
But this family-lady seemed to approve of him, of them, and so he would use that to his advantage. Raxerisk lifted his head off the youth's lap and leaned down to inspect the wound left by the dead brown. Disappointment lined his expression for an insant. The wound had already been sterilized- which was good, he didn't want Raxeris to be ill- but it had stopped its bleeding already.
Ahh well, so they would have to form the bond the other way then.
Bond with Raxerisk,[/i] he suggested, attempting to go at it from a different angle. bond with me, stay same place with dragon-sister. She bond to Blue, you bond to Blue. Same hide tie together, make more connection.[/i]
That was a low blow and the wheret's keen little mind could already tell he'd scored a particularly vicious point by the way the blue eyed youth's expression almost perceptively changed. One clawed front paw reached up in a particularly entreating manner, resting on the opposite leg as he'd returned his head to pillow on. He'd gone too far, and he acknowledged that.
Trust me,[/i] Raxerisk urged, fueled not only by the hunger rapidly taking more and more of his attention, but by a growing sense of desperation that he didn't like in the least. He knew what happened to those who wouldn't Impress, who didn't establish their bond- and he didn't want to end up as a second body to be dealt with by his dam and her bonded.I know what I'm doing.[/i]
If he didn't, the wheret would either die or go wild. If he didn't, if... if he didn't, would the light bond he already felt the instant the wheret had spoken into his mind disappear? Would it rip some part of him completely away, leaving him bereft, bitter and lacking in some fashion?
Reluctantly, Raxeris took the pro-offered knife from his sister and stared at the gleaming blade for an instant. He didn't like control being taken from him, didn't like that things had not gone according to plan- again- and, really, he didn't like the fact that he felt trapped by his own growing sense of anxiety and guilt that the fate of this... this little troublemaker was hanging in some precarious balance that he and he alone could tip in either direction.
He had not the slightest fucking clue what he was thinking or doing, the only thing he did know for certain was that he couldn't kill it- him. He couldn't let the wheret die. The knife went down in a flash, expertly carving a curved slash in his palm with all his bravado focused at not hissing like some sort of demented wherry. Blood welled up immediately, puddling in the center of his palm as Raxerisk perked up, rainbows returning to previously anxious yellow facets and gravely accepted the offering.
The feeling of another in his mind, coiling about his soul and settling in "around" him like some unusually oversized yet warm sweater threw him off. There were places in him that had been empty that he hadn't even realized were empty in the slightest until that moment.
Good Raxeris, knew would not disappoint Raxerisk.[/i] His spotted blue informed him, relieved in his own right that the proper choice had been made. Either one would have been fate, and would have been the inevitable choice in the long run. But, for a time, he had desperately hoped that the other option was truly not an option at all.
And he had been right.
Blue baby tongue reached out to delicately clean the wound again, the where comfortable and secure in his bond to his reluctant handler to be. It would take time, he understood time very well somehow, but eventually, inevitably, Raxeris would come to realize Raxerisk was what he had been missing all along. Never alone again,[/i] he informed his handler, patiently, ever so patiently waiting as the black haired boy meticulously wiped the belt-knife clean of blood and returned it, handle first, to his sister with the non-scored hand and bid a temporary farewell, promisng to meet at the feast if there was one, or at the dining hall regardless.
never alone again,[/i] Raxerisk repeated as he was plucked up from the ground to be carried, just a little, down the stairs leading to the feeding pens. Raxerisk here for always.[/i]
He knew he would be, and that was all there was to say on the matter.[/size]
Definitely friendly, if Yuri didn't know any better, he'd say the blue was deliberately taking time to look at each and every person who was in attendence. For what reason, however, was something he couldn't... quite put his finger on. Distraction? Anxiety grew another notch when the wheret approached Disk, and quickly faded into disbelieving, barely restrained amusement as the little one slurped up the side of Disk's face with a flash of blue tongue. The curious but wary look sent in the child's direction was interesting to note- and then he was bounding off again toward Si... oh dear, Sian was there.
Not available, move on baby.[/i] Yusk commented to Yuri, pacing a little before rising on her haunches once more to try and catch a better glimpse of the wayward wheret's antics.Dragon-owned, not for wher.[/i]
Yusk went still in the next instant, eyes whirrling excitedly a split second later as a chortle loosed itself from her throat. She rubbed against Yuri, back on all fours again and continued her own wherish form of laughter. Silly baby, no quit when wher around. Wher always know. Best partners, wher.[/i]
Yuri's palm connected with his forehead with a sharp slap. Most infants would be distressed at their bonded's implicit rejection of them- as he had taken Raxeris' furious rant in stride while aiding the young man off the sands themselves. Yet, this one... this one didn't seem the least bit concerned about potential rejection, the confusion and disdain on the young man's face. "If I didn't know any better, I would say he deliberately waited until Raxeris had been fed up and left- just to drive the point home."
Yusk looked momentarily confused, and then thoughtful as she absently itched the side of her snout against her the rough material of her handler's pants and boots. Maybe right. Yusk like Yuri, choose Yuri because YuriMine. Sweet like Yusk, good like Yusk. Baby chosen for same reason, yes?[/i]
Now that was a mildly horrifying thought, and Yuri found himself more than a little glad to answer Damali's beckoning. Time to, as a fellow handler, help their youngest ever Impressee begin to adjust to Wherling life. I do hope Audren decides to go easy on the lectures, it wasn't the little one's fault that Damask took such a shine to her, or that she happened to find her soulmate rather sooner than most. The wher chooses, after all, much like the dragon. Plus, the newly impressed Brown had reacted rather strongly to Shino's upset, or so he'd guessed after the wheret had secured the bond with the young child... so if Audren would- no. He shook his head rather vehemently.
Audren would curb her irritation and aim it elsewhere, knowing how precious that first night with one's wher could be and how new and fresh the bond was. "Congratulations, Shino," Yuri greeted the small, large-eyed child with as warm a smile as always. His own eyes seemed to shine with pride, as if she were one of his family who had completely outdone all expectations. "you have a wher of your very own now, how does it feel?"
Yusk's head poked out, a delighted croon sing-song from her throat as she edged closer and closer, stretching her neck out to snuffle at the brown sticking like a burr to a woolbeast to the baby who was a little wherling now. Yusk happy, Shino have wheret, be like Yusk and Yuri now. Proud Yusk, very proud Yuri. The green informed her, delighted at the seemingly docile temperment of the brown, somewhat forgetting the display of aggression and bloodlust from earlier. Shino was a sweet baby, therefore, Shino's wher would also be sweet- just like herself and Yuri. That was the way things worked in Yusk's mind.
The green whistled softly towards the brown. Be hungry? Be follow Yusk, show Shino and baby where eat. Full belly good belly, washies after. Washies good. Yusk loved getting washed afterward, it meant oiling after a bath and that meant all the attention she wanted. She would show this little one the right way to being a wher until Lyrsk took over.
Yuri and Yusk would escort the girl, answering any questions she might have had and explaining them as thoroughly as the pair thought was appropriate for her age. Naturally, an extended, unending invitation to spend time with the Candidatemaster and his wher was given, especially if she found herself unable to sleep or was worried about some behavior problem regarding Shinsk.
**
"I'm-" Not going back to Igen, if that's what she'd been thinking, which apparently it was due to the next lines that'd come out of her mouth. His scowl darkened further. As if he'd leave her here all... okay, so not on her own, she had those other two, and Shalith too. "yeah, maybe I'll do that." He finished lamely. Headman at Dalibor wouldn't be too bad, and he could certainly come up with a list of improvements that would go a long way towards making things less chaotic.
Maybe even less disasterous, as this weyr had some bizarre tendency to run into some truly incredible tragedies almost one after another.
His problem was less with the whers and more with what the shards were people thinking in letting everything be all natural and not regulated where they could minimize trauma, casualties and the amount of injuries done to Candidate and spectator alike. If a Candidate's state of mind was so precious and vital to not destroying a newly hatched dragonet or wheret's fragile little mind to scare them Between or into some sort of berserker blood rage- shouldn't they be helping the bloody candidates?
In short, the whole damn process was one hot mess he not only totally did not approve of, but one that he damn sure didn't want to involve himself in until things changed for the better and the safety regulations were firmly set in stone in the heads of Candidate, spectator and wher or dragonet alike.
And then there was a weight on his thigh, one that disturbed his preparation to launch into one of he and Sian's lengthy and debateably enjoyable arguments. He cracked an eye open, glancing at his sister first to make sure she hadn't just told her beast to drop a tail-load into his lap. Her grin only proved that something was utterly, utterly wrong- especially because it was that grin. He knew that one all too well, he had memories and stories to tell of the kind of trouble that particular grin had gotten them both into on a variety of levels.
Raxeris need calm. Raxerisk explain, all happen as must, sad, scary, all need for right. You see. Teeth that could do a sharding number on flesh were given as the head in his lap lolled about a little, one vibrant eye watching him, half-closed to give the blue a mightily impish looking expression on his face. Make bond, feed? Needed too.
One could not have shocked Raxeris more than the young lad was at that moment. He stared, disbelieving, at the blue- at Raxerisk who continued to watch him with that same... that-that same look on his face that he'd had when he'd first hatched. He recalled it! His memory wasn't so poor as to forget something like the emergence of this little... this little...
Rainbow color played across the large facets of the smiling blue wheret's eyes, the toothy maw gaping open in an even wider grin.
"I- you added a -k to my name!"
A chortle not unlike the one the brown had made post-bite to the calf, though significantly more light-hearted in sound was his response. Rainbows still spinning in his eyes, Raxerisk was biding his time, ever patient. The bonding would happen, and his stomach, though protesting its emptiness in a particularly vehement manner, would be filled to capacity all in good time. But first, he would need to take care of the little problem he'd been able to see that his bondmate would have.
Oh well, some just needed a little encouragement, and he could already tell Raxeris was one of them. Silly boy that he was, he'd learn in good time how it'd been inevitable that they would be together. No, lost end -s in Raxeris, replace with -sk.[/i] He lolled his head a little more to the right, widening one eye a little. Better that way.[/i]
Did... was... why was this thing sassing him?!
He counted to ten. Twice. "Go Impress someone else- Remy, or Iola, shards, even Tius would be a better fit for the likes of you!" This is not happening, this can't possibly be happening.
Can't.[/i] Raxerisk's voice had gone more serious now, and the young man bonded to the blue wheret was already feeling phantom hunger pangs that he knew for a fact were not his own. Meant to be, Raxeris. Meant to be Raxerisk, not Iolask, Tiusk, or Remsk.[/i] His stomach felt as if it was gnawing at him much the same way his dead brown brother had gone and chewed on Sesk's bonded. Stubbornly, the blue persisted in his determination to ignore the pain in favor of ensuring the outcome he needed would, indeed, prove to be inevitable.
Raxeris would accept him and would bond to him.
He turned his head in the direction of Sian's blade, just now seeming to notice the woman and her dragon with great interest. Enough so that he could ignore the hunger in his belly for the moments it took for him to study the two. Very dear to his, this woman was. Very, very dear, if the glimmer of thoughts in Raxeris' mind were to go off of.
Not in a... how would one put it? In a manner one would chase after in hopes of impressing, he supposed that was the best way he could think of. No, this woman was dear in the way Raxerisk felt about his bonded. Family, the word came to him after a bit of gentle, subtle poking about. Yes, that woman and her dragon were family- and the reason Raxeris was here.
Other than himself, of course.
But this family-lady seemed to approve of him, of them, and so he would use that to his advantage. Raxerisk lifted his head off the youth's lap and leaned down to inspect the wound left by the dead brown. Disappointment lined his expression for an insant. The wound had already been sterilized- which was good, he didn't want Raxeris to be ill- but it had stopped its bleeding already.
Ahh well, so they would have to form the bond the other way then.
Bond with Raxerisk,[/i] he suggested, attempting to go at it from a different angle. bond with me, stay same place with dragon-sister. She bond to Blue, you bond to Blue. Same hide tie together, make more connection.[/i]
That was a low blow and the wheret's keen little mind could already tell he'd scored a particularly vicious point by the way the blue eyed youth's expression almost perceptively changed. One clawed front paw reached up in a particularly entreating manner, resting on the opposite leg as he'd returned his head to pillow on. He'd gone too far, and he acknowledged that.
Trust me,[/i] Raxerisk urged, fueled not only by the hunger rapidly taking more and more of his attention, but by a growing sense of desperation that he didn't like in the least. He knew what happened to those who wouldn't Impress, who didn't establish their bond- and he didn't want to end up as a second body to be dealt with by his dam and her bonded.I know what I'm doing.[/i]
If he didn't, the wheret would either die or go wild. If he didn't, if... if he didn't, would the light bond he already felt the instant the wheret had spoken into his mind disappear? Would it rip some part of him completely away, leaving him bereft, bitter and lacking in some fashion?
Reluctantly, Raxeris took the pro-offered knife from his sister and stared at the gleaming blade for an instant. He didn't like control being taken from him, didn't like that things had not gone according to plan- again- and, really, he didn't like the fact that he felt trapped by his own growing sense of anxiety and guilt that the fate of this... this little troublemaker was hanging in some precarious balance that he and he alone could tip in either direction.
He had not the slightest fucking clue what he was thinking or doing, the only thing he did know for certain was that he couldn't kill it- him. He couldn't let the wheret die. The knife went down in a flash, expertly carving a curved slash in his palm with all his bravado focused at not hissing like some sort of demented wherry. Blood welled up immediately, puddling in the center of his palm as Raxerisk perked up, rainbows returning to previously anxious yellow facets and gravely accepted the offering.
The feeling of another in his mind, coiling about his soul and settling in "around" him like some unusually oversized yet warm sweater threw him off. There were places in him that had been empty that he hadn't even realized were empty in the slightest until that moment.
Good Raxeris, knew would not disappoint Raxerisk.[/i] His spotted blue informed him, relieved in his own right that the proper choice had been made. Either one would have been fate, and would have been the inevitable choice in the long run. But, for a time, he had desperately hoped that the other option was truly not an option at all.
And he had been right.
Blue baby tongue reached out to delicately clean the wound again, the where comfortable and secure in his bond to his reluctant handler to be. It would take time, he understood time very well somehow, but eventually, inevitably, Raxeris would come to realize Raxerisk was what he had been missing all along. Never alone again,[/i] he informed his handler, patiently, ever so patiently waiting as the black haired boy meticulously wiped the belt-knife clean of blood and returned it, handle first, to his sister with the non-scored hand and bid a temporary farewell, promisng to meet at the feast if there was one, or at the dining hall regardless.
never alone again,[/i] Raxerisk repeated as he was plucked up from the ground to be carried, just a little, down the stairs leading to the feeding pens. Raxerisk here for always.[/i]
He knew he would be, and that was all there was to say on the matter.[/size]