Post by Chimera on Sept 26, 2013 20:06:17 GMT -5
{desc=Naisk/Lisk}Lisk was in a good mood.
The aquamarine wherry bone she'd been gnawing on the past few days was so clean and polished (not counting the wher spit) that it could easily be whittled into a comb if Lirmox had the ability to, and she'd already moved on to another bone, this one from a fresh kill which still had lots of meat on it. It had been a similar, hair-related little tool like the hypothetical wherrybone comb that had led him to finding two cousins in an unforgiving, lethal place. Mouse was spending a lot of time around the wherfolk, mainly Saowyn and Saosk (and Lisk too - thankfully the ferocious green had taken a liking to the girl), but he hadn't seen much of Ryiah. The girl was a dual candidate, she did keep daylight hours after all.
Lirmox had been in a good mood too, until Lisk, Midnight, and Fuzz had gone off hunting. By the time he'd run after them they'd disappeared - Midnight and Fuzz could take care of each other, but Lisk was still a tiny baby, no matter how tough she was. Regina had stayed behind. The gray pillie enjoyed nighttime walks and swims along and inside the lake. but such dirty work of hunting little bugs and snacks to eat was below her. That was for the grunts.
"Lisk, I can see you." The boy grumbled, tiptoeing behind Lisk as she lurked and crawled next to the eastern wall of the Weyr, the part where the wherhandlers lived. She stuck to the darkest shadows of all, where the least moonlight or stray bit of glowlight was.
No you not. You hall hall oo sinate. This no Lisk. Lisk always hide, never find until KILL. That how sneaky Lisk is.
"I'm still following you. And I can still see you."
No answer. There were figures ahead in the darkness, and all of a sudden -
"Lisk! Don't you dare, y'lizard! Shardit!" As the tiny wheret bounded ahead. her two-toed little paws making nearly unhearable tip-taps on the stone, her handler-in-training caught up to her. She hissed as he picked her up. She didn't squirm, but her annoyance nearly overcame rational thought in Lirmox's mind through their bond.
Put...put DOWN! No! No baby no more!
Whether or not you're a baby, you're sure acting like one. You could have been accidentally attacked, mistaken for a threat. Because see? That's a handler and her wher up ahead. Huffing, Lisk scuttled up Lirmox, nesting inside his shirt. He kept her from falling, cradling her with one arm.
The wherling made sure the wherhandler and her black wher could see them, before greeting her.
"Um, hello, ma'am! Apologies if I was bothering you during patrol. My wher and I were just doing some...exercise, outside. It's nice to meet you and yours anyways, though. May I have the honor of knowing your name?"
HELLO. Also apologize...LiskMine speak too much silly word. Hope you no stupid. LiskMine have friend with stupid evil wher. No look stupid like stupidevil, though, that good sign. Haha. Nice meet you and yours. Somewhere along the line Lisk trailed off into a rhetorical, babbling rant. Lirmox pretended to ignore it.
The aquamarine wherry bone she'd been gnawing on the past few days was so clean and polished (not counting the wher spit) that it could easily be whittled into a comb if Lirmox had the ability to, and she'd already moved on to another bone, this one from a fresh kill which still had lots of meat on it. It had been a similar, hair-related little tool like the hypothetical wherrybone comb that had led him to finding two cousins in an unforgiving, lethal place. Mouse was spending a lot of time around the wherfolk, mainly Saowyn and Saosk (and Lisk too - thankfully the ferocious green had taken a liking to the girl), but he hadn't seen much of Ryiah. The girl was a dual candidate, she did keep daylight hours after all.
Lirmox had been in a good mood too, until Lisk, Midnight, and Fuzz had gone off hunting. By the time he'd run after them they'd disappeared - Midnight and Fuzz could take care of each other, but Lisk was still a tiny baby, no matter how tough she was. Regina had stayed behind. The gray pillie enjoyed nighttime walks and swims along and inside the lake. but such dirty work of hunting little bugs and snacks to eat was below her. That was for the grunts.
"Lisk, I can see you." The boy grumbled, tiptoeing behind Lisk as she lurked and crawled next to the eastern wall of the Weyr, the part where the wherhandlers lived. She stuck to the darkest shadows of all, where the least moonlight or stray bit of glowlight was.
No you not. You hall hall oo sinate. This no Lisk. Lisk always hide, never find until KILL. That how sneaky Lisk is.
"I'm still following you. And I can still see you."
No answer. There were figures ahead in the darkness, and all of a sudden -
"Lisk! Don't you dare, y'lizard! Shardit!" As the tiny wheret bounded ahead. her two-toed little paws making nearly unhearable tip-taps on the stone, her handler-in-training caught up to her. She hissed as he picked her up. She didn't squirm, but her annoyance nearly overcame rational thought in Lirmox's mind through their bond.
Put...put DOWN! No! No baby no more!
Whether or not you're a baby, you're sure acting like one. You could have been accidentally attacked, mistaken for a threat. Because see? That's a handler and her wher up ahead. Huffing, Lisk scuttled up Lirmox, nesting inside his shirt. He kept her from falling, cradling her with one arm.
The wherling made sure the wherhandler and her black wher could see them, before greeting her.
"Um, hello, ma'am! Apologies if I was bothering you during patrol. My wher and I were just doing some...exercise, outside. It's nice to meet you and yours anyways, though. May I have the honor of knowing your name?"
HELLO. Also apologize...LiskMine speak too much silly word. Hope you no stupid. LiskMine have friend with stupid evil wher. No look stupid like stupidevil, though, that good sign. Haha. Nice meet you and yours. Somewhere along the line Lisk trailed off into a rhetorical, babbling rant. Lirmox pretended to ignore it.
