Teeth Ground Sharp and Eyes Glowing Red (Reky)

[Chimera]

Over three sevendays. Over twenty-one nights since she Impressed.

Dardranel assumed the wher-folk of Dalibor didn't call sevendays "sevennights" for the sake of avoiding confusion. But excluding that, the girl was quickly learning that with a wher like Dardrask, assumptions should be avoided as much as possible. Though the young black wheret was easier on his bonded than to everyone else, he still caused mischief and tried to bring out whatever mischief was in Dardranel. Sure, he had learned about her adventures in Candidacy, but those were for "thrill", fine to him, and "self-discovery" as she put it, which really, obviously, actually meant "happiness".

Eww. Dardrask detested that.

Dardranel had brought a clean bundle of clothes from the laundry, but as she made her way to her room one critical thing revealed itself - Dardrask was missing.

Daaaardrask!

Busy. Try again later.

Oh, don't do this to me now, please. I'm coming for you, you wily, evil wher.

She felt a wave of what could have been amusement through their bond.

As his handler-in-training limped through the long hallway, Dardrask had hidden as best he could, merging into the shadows nearly completely. But the slight, slight difference of his blue-black hide and the warmer tone of the actual shadows gave Dardrask away to Dardranel as she approached.

Found you, brat.

In the heat of the moment, Dardrask ran one paw's claws down on the door of the nearest wherling room, creating an unpleasant scraping noise that deterred Dardranel for a moment.

The door Dardrask scratched was the door to Inrahim's room. If the other wherling were to open the door, Dardrask would smoothly climb up Dardranel as she skidded to a halt in front of the door, use the clothes pile she held as a trampoline, and jump onto Inrahim's shirt, or at least try to.

If that failed, Dardrask would retreat back to Dardranel for the moment. But of course, he'd do the former as best he could before giving up...

[Reky]

Those three sevendays had been shockingly fast for Inrahim. The days blurred together and slowly he became used to Isk's presence, and was now at the point where he couldn't remember feeling uncomfortable about the young black. He loved the wher, surely and deeply. He could remember Inrahisk and he could remember being alone, but he reveled in Isk's bond to him. He soaked up every thrilling moment of its newness. The Pernese had no traditions of destiny or fate, but Inrahim felt like these were the way things were supposed to have turned out. Isk only felt that it was the only reality and, thus, was just the way things were. Meaning was irrelevant.

Still, despite how well he had adjusted, he still woke every day surprised to find Isk beside him (and not because the hatchling tended to wander). The splint and sling on his broken left arm, however, was dismally regular by now.

He was relaxing in his room with Isk like usual when the strange scratch raked down the door. With a small 'huh,' he got up from his bed and went to open the door. Quite promptly, he got a chestful of Dardrask, and winced as the slinky black clung there. His arm still had a lot of healing to do and it hurt more than he let on. Graciously, he turned his pained grimace into a tight smile.

"Ah," he said. "Hello, Dardranel." In the recesses of the small room, Isk's eyes glinted pale and wide. He was neither intrigued nor disapproving of his brother's sudden visit; he observed for the sake of observation.

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[Chimera]

Her mobility to stop Dardrask was limited, and limited in general. One hand had a bundle of clean clothes, the other a crutch to support her while her ankle healed. Though as of yet the hatchling was rather stubborn and not very obedient, Dardranel still felt she could have done more when Inrahim winced. Pretty much everyone had some healing to do after the hatching(s)? And her fellow wherling's arm was hurt.

"Inrahim...hello! Hey." Dardranel awkwardly responded, hoisting up the clothes tighter under one arm as they began to fall. "Sorry about Dardrask." The black wheret, feeling the growing frustration from the girl, changed his ever-plotting mind about scaring Inrahim and tried a different tactic. As Dardranel entered Inrahim's room, he leaped off Inrahim and landed neatly on the floor. He stared into Isk's logical, observant eyes. The smaller black was not easily scared, or at all - though Dardrask was reminded of his hatching when he saw the scars he caused on Isk's tail. Those were something to be proud of for the slinky wheret - his handiwork, and unlike the scary stories he told, the scars would never entirely go away.

Isk. Dardrask curled his long body around Isk, circling his brother. His long tail whipped around carefully in the air. Did Isk know? Life-corpses lurk halls. Eat flesh. Revenge. He knew Isk might not fall for it, but it would intimidate him at least a little, as he sent images to him that stirred up the memories of death at that hatching - Orkia, and their weakling of a green sister.

"How are you feeling today?" Dardranel peered at Inrahim's injured arm, then to Isk and Dardrask. "Dardrask likes spooking people. His stories aren't true, so...It's getting to be an annoying thing though, maybe he'll put his...creativity? To better use. How's Isk?" She smiled.

[Reky]

False, Isk said simply. He blinked slowly at his brother, twined around him. The scars on his tail had since lost their scabs, but they shimmered with new, pale skin. To him, it was little more than a fact - that his brother had marked him. It was not an omen; not a source of shame. He calmly let Dardrask stay curled around him.

Try scare, Isk know, he said, slow and measured. No nightmare. No scare. Scare in life, yes, sometimes. Hurt in life. Isk know. Isk see in Isk's. See death. But also good. That is... reality. His musings always confounded Inrahim - far beyond the wher's Turns, of which the wher had none. No life-corpse. Dardrask try hard.

"Don't worry about it," Inrahim smiled, though he was glad to have Dardrask's weight off him. Vaguely he was aware that Isk was occupied with his brother, but he didn't seem bothered. Calm as always.

"I've been better," the man said to the young girl. "But I've been worse. Isk has been everything for me, so the arm is just an inconvenience." He looked down at his sling, sadly but amused. "How's wherlinghood for you so far? I guess everyone else is new to it." He laughed a little. "This is round two." It was, maybe, not common knowledge, but with Isk by his side, Inrahim was bolder. He was more casual about his past.

By now, he had moved into the room and sat on a part of the bed not occupied by the black wherlets. There was an empty chair in the corner for Dardranel. "If I can be of help, you can always ask. I'd be happy to help."

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[Chimera]

False? It false that it false. Entirely true. Dardrask stated, in a similar speech pattern to a group of very different draconic creatures. He was cold and calculating, thinking and planning of how to get to his brother. Isk - so stubborn and simple. He had no imagination. While his fellow black was not one of the siblings that annoyed him the most, Dardrask's opinion of Isk was diminished for that simple yet irritating trait. Still, he was less of a pain than the annoying cyans. Tamarisk especially. The wheret delighted in the fact she would never be able to hurt him, because he was no unbonded little creature now.

...But that was an entirely different story.

He stared closer at Isk.

Risk it, then, if no believe. No regrets later. He said no more about the topic. Dardrask regarded Inrahim for a moment, twisted his long neck around to Dardranel for the next, and turned away from the three others in the room for the third. Whers did not have the same range of facial expressions as humans, but the wheret's body language and eyes conveyed the attitude of one who was keeping a secret, and one not to be shared at that. Fine, let Isk observe. He wouldn't get anything from Dardrask.

Dardranel nodded in relief. Well, at least Inrahim was so - calm about Dardrask's creepy behavior, and his own injured arm.

"Round two?" She didn't have any abundance of words to talk about that. The girl didn't quite know at first what Inrahim meant, but then it got to her. This was not his first time as a wherling. Though she could be nosy at times, this was sensitive information. Dardranel wouldn't ask the older wherling about that further. If he wanted to, he could talk.

She sat down on the chair, arms crossed on top of the clothes in her lap.

"Wherlinghood's - uh...I can't say it's bad, but it's weird. I was a dragon candidate, so it was a surprise...Dad isn't too keen on it, but I don't think he's too angry about it." She shrugged. "I wouldn't want Dardrask gone for anything, evil or not. But he's still hard to manage. I don't think he'll ever be like that brown wher, Gennesk was his name, right? There's always talk about him." That green wherling from the previous hatching mentioned him often. "And Kisk, right? The friendly black wher? I've been trying to get to know information about some whers here. Never really bothered as a day-person. But anyways, I hope I'll get better at handling a wher, so if you can help with that, which I think you can, that would be a help. What's Isk like? He seems less dangerous than Dardrask, no offense to you, Dardrask." She peered at the black wheret from his perch on the bed and waved. He stared, but did not wave back.