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Post by alix on Apr 29, 2011 17:32:34 GMT -5
Malissa clapped more easily for each wheret's Impression, though she did have to do a double-take when the little blue went past the candidates to Impress the Harper. Where they supposed to do that? Apparently Paget didn't find it odd enough to not know what to do with her new lifemate, and Harpers usually knew how the world was supposed to be, so... Maybe they were.
Once the catlike green had Impressed it seemed like nothing more was going to happen. Malissa felt sorry for the clutchmothers, to have some of their eggs not hatch like that, but things could go wrong with unborn human babies, so why not baby whers?
Looking around, she waited until people started filing out, and went with them. She didn't intend to go back to bed, though - her roommate would be there and she didn't feel like being around Firane. She was still too torn up over Delgar's death; she wanted to find Damali, and hoped her friend wouldn't have her hands too full with her wheret to share her grief. It would be easier together. If she couldn't get to Damali, well...
She'd solve that problem if it came to it. But it would probably involve crying herself to exhaustion and then sleep, and she was far too considerate to want to disturb her roommate with that.
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Post by pocketowl on Apr 30, 2011 20:00:34 GMT -5
Fenrimere suffered the wher Hatching along with the rest of them, though she considered leaving every few seconds. It wasn't that she was rooted to the spot--fear had not paralyzed her, even her tongue had swollen uncomfortably in her mouth, gone dry with anxiety. It wasn't that she wasn't moved by what she witnessed, either. She moaned sadly for the euthanized Blue, shuddered with nerves at the verbal battle of wills between Damali and her Damask. All that kept her there was knowing that she had no other choice. There was nothing else left for her--she could not return home, and although she thought that she might be allowed to stay on at the Weyr, she knew that her reputation was starting to get the better of her. If she had no way to properly pull her weight, maybe they would kick her out, and what then? Holdlessness, right before Thread was set to fall? It wouldn't do. So she stood straight and tall, trying to feel important and worthy of Impression, even by something as ugly and cruel as some of these whers seemed to be.
It was beginning to look as though she might have to start making contingency plans. Nearly everyone else had left, even many of the spectators, who had only been interested in seeing their own friends Impress. So she focused her attention on the Blue, Green and White that were left, trying not to will them to her side. Please please please, I need you, I'm not even really sure how to take care of a wher but I need you because you're probably my last chance at being a respectable adult, probably wouldn't have impressed even the stupidest of whers. Smaller and even stupider, in her opinion, was the desire for a friend. These whers lived for as long as their handlers, or so it seemed. And although she had been warned that they were not like dragons, which needed the mind of their human simply to go on living, it was still a connection. A compatriot, a partner in crime.
The Green Impressed, and the Blue. Fenrimere focused her good eye on the last wheret. Although she had probably been informed about the colors whers came in, such information had leaked out of her head in the intervening time, likely pushed out to make room for future hijinks. She was already planning on dying at least a few of the dragons purple, if she could find the resources for it...
But then the White was running at her, and she had to stop worrying about which plants would make an oil-soluble dye, her impending doom now being a little higher on the priority list. As the wher leapt, Fenrimere instinctively made a move to catch it, thinking that she might pin its legs to her chest and so prevent it from mauling her. Or worse, destroying, as had happened to poor Delgar, who she recognized only as a face in her class.
The impact, even though she had braced for it, was almost enough to knock the girl over. She cradled the wherling to her chest, like it were an overexcited canine that had leapt into her arms. Fenrimere! Roar! Wait! No… Fenrisk not really mean. Just want fun and you! She stared down at the white wher--Fenrisk?--and then her face broke out into a grin. The grin quickly became a little "o" of alarm as she lost her balance and sat down abruptly, the sand uncomfortably warm on her rump.
"Fenrisk, eh?" She looked the wher up and down. Fenrisk gurgled pleasantly. Yes, of course that was her name! And a good name at that, perfect for striking fear into the hearts of all, as her handler would surely see. Want fun! Want... FOOD! Rearing her head back for dramatic emphasis, Fenrisk lurched forward, lapping at a scratch that she had left in her handler's forearm from her tackle. "An' 'ere I thought I'd need a knife. My mistake," Fenrimere chuckled to herself, stroking the ugly, knobbled head of her companion as she let her make the blood bond. They were a good-looking pair, the dark girl and her pale friend. Fenrimere know she tasty? Know Fenrisk scary, big, roar at all wher, let them know too. She interrupted her own feeding to let out the biggest snarl she could manage, then fell to giggling at her own scariness, the sound coming out as a series of wet burbles. Fenrimere laughed along with her, humoring the tiny wher. Of course she was the biggest, and the scariest... even with Ausk so nearby, and Damask safely off the sands, she vowed never to let Fenrisk feel littled by bigger, scarier whers.
They would make use of the meat buckets in good time, and fall asleep in their assigned barrack, curled close together, Fenrimere too charmed by half with her odd, sporadic, brave little charge. And later still, but still entirely too soon, they would began to plot their first big prank together.
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Post by Lan on May 6, 2011 1:13:48 GMT -5
Tesla opened her eyes just in time to see a green curled around her ankles. However, instead of elation, there was a moment of fear in her heart. Oh no... oh no, no, no, no, no! This meant she had to cut herself, didn't it? She didn't want to cut herself. Blood and some... creature licking it up! Just thinking about how insanitary it was made her queasy. Her hand shook as it reached for her knife, knowing she had to do it even if she didn't want to. However, just as she laid a dainty fingertip on the hilt the wher was gone in a flash... only to rub herself like a cat against one of the male candidates.
Darryl looked down at the green, bemused more than anything. When she licked at his fingers he fought the reaction to retract his hand. This was... his wher? Well, she had style, he had to give her that... but he had been hoping for something... well, something different. Those doubts were swayed, though, when she began to speak. Why Mothers angry? He blinked. The answer didn't come readily to him, so he made something up.
"I dunno. She's a mom. Moms are angry, I guess." He shrugged, looking over at where the other whers had gathered to eat. He should take Dask there too. Yet, with a roar reaching his ears from one of the mother whers, he decided against it. "We'll get you something to eat outside. It's not safe here." With a hand gesture to Dask the two set off where Audren was directing them.
Tesla, too, was moving away, although perhaps a bit more frantically. She felt like the blood of the dead candidate had sprayed all over her skin. If she wasn't going to catch some sort of disease, she would have to get clean. She walked at a frazzled pace toward where she could find herself some sweet-sand and a bath. Well, tonight was not her night... but at least she didn't have to cut herself. She'd have to count her blessings. Maybe she could work with a healer while she waited for the next hatching? It'd beat sitting around in a room that she now kept all to herself.
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