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Things that roar in the night [05.05.2590/Around 9pm]
« on: March 09, 2017, 03:13:31 PM »
Kya woke with a start, twisting to see what had made the crashing sound in her room, she spotted Kyarsk as the Gold rose from the floor at the foot of Kya’s small cot. The wher had displaced the young flitters cuddling up to her warmth, and they’d crashed into various items around Kya’s small weyr in their haste to give the Gold room. Even in the dark the wher looked taught, as if on high alert, but Kya could sense the difference. Her wher wasn’t alarmed, she was just ready.

The last few days had been a lot easier than Kya expected, sure Kyarsk was proddy and it made her a bit of a bitch at times, but that just gave Kya the excuse to leave her in their weyr while she ran errands. Plus, then Kyarsk could watch the baby flits and it gave Kya enough space to do some delicate work with the saplings to try and calm the growing uneasiness in her emotions, part wher fed, part her own.

After working up the courage to put up a notice for Kyarsk’s upcoming run, everything just seemed to move steadily. Some of the other handlers she didn’t know came to introduce themselves, knowing their bronzes and browns would probably participate, and she was never given chores too far from the Weyrbowl or her weyr in case she had to go fast to her Gold’s side.

She also was allowed time out of chores to take Kyarsk to and from the Weyrbowl from her weyr, the older wherhandlers she was working with knew how much effort it could take to control a wher needing to run and giving her pointers to make sure it all went safely. She walked her Gold to and from the open area during the evening and night, making sure that Kyarsk knew the importance of what they were doing.

Taking the same route there on the day as they’d practiced should comfort them both enough that it would make sure Kya didn’t lose her control. Kya ran through all if this in her head as she calmly rose from the bed and put on some loose pants under her night shirt.

“Kyarsk, look at me,” the small farmer girl placed as much force into the command as she could. If you keep your cool, she’ll be fine. Stay in control Kya.

The Gold head swivelled slowly to look at her, purple eyes swirling slowly, a rumble started deep within the Queen’s throat, not quite a growl but a warning.

“Enough! Heel Kyarsk,” jabbing a finger at the ground in front of her, Kya tilted up her chin and puffed out her chest to make herself seem bigger. With a little hesitation, the Queen ducked her chin but didn’t lose eye contact and stalked forward to stand at the spot in front of Kya.

Emotions buffeted the young girl, and the Gold didn’t sit as she was supposed to, but Kya knew she was still in control… for now. Turning slowly, keeping her hand pointed down to her side, Kya stopped and waited until the Gold wher drew up alongside her. Making her voice a little softer, she said, “stay with me, we’ll be fine.” Setting off at a pace that was a little faster than she intended, but was still measured enough that Kyarsk wouldn’t get too excited and sound her run, Kya made her way to the Weyrbowl in the dark.

The Weyrbowl felt marginally cooler than the rest of the caves, the open space allowing for a little more cool air. Taking a deep breath, and pushing past the buffeting emotions, she turned to her Gold. Lifting her arm closest to her wher for the first time. She patted Kyarsk on the back and stepped aside. The Gold turned her head to her handler one last time before letting out an earsplitting roar. The whers couldn’t send out a mind wave like the dragons, but they could send out an emotional one to other whers, and roar.

Kya moved away until she stood just off to the side of the weyrbowl entrance. She’d wait here until enough males arrived so that Kyarsk could actually begin running… then she’d wait for the winner. Initially, when she’d long ago bonded to her proddy gold, Kyareena had never thought she’d allow a free run. But things changed. Her father always said a person had to pick their vices, if they picked what they could handle it allowed them never to stray to what they couldn’t. She guessed this would be one of her vices, some small concession that she was born and bred in a weyr, not in a hold, regardless of the people she might consider role models. 

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Free Run! (but would prefer a ‘fade to black’ with a ramifications thread later) <3 Good luck to all participants!

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Re: Things that roar in the night [05.05.2590/Around 9pm]
« Reply #1 on: March 10, 2017, 12:49:05 AM »
Late in the evening as it was, Ophy had already gone to his quarters with Domnitissa by the time the Run started. Such as it was, idly teasing her with his fingers and watching her squirm, he didn’t immediately recognize the initial rush of Ophysk’s lust for what it was.

Of course, he’d noticed the posting of the Run a few days prior, idly aware that the Gold belonged to some girl and that she’d decided to have a free run rather than a locked one. It would be a good way to test the state of Ophysk’s healing, he’d decided. If the Bronze chased well, without tiring -- regardless of whether he won or not -- it could well be a sign that they’d soon be cleared to return to work that involved them both.

Even knowing all that, it took Ophysk projecting to him for Ophy to realize what was going on -- the Bronze rising from his sleeping couch; eyes whirling quick swirls of violet; sending want, the call of the Queen, and his own energy to his Handler in a demanding flood.

He was ready to go.

“Guess that Run is happening,” he said as he drew away from Domnitissa, a bit amused. “S’pose there’s not much point in me putting my shirt back on.”

She cooed to him sweetly as he retrieved his pants. “You look better without it.”

Ophy just laughed then. “Trying to butter me up when I’m not even gonna be here tonight?”

“Mm, you’ll still be coming back. Wher runs don’t last that long.”

“True.” Pulling his pants back on, Ophy tied the laces and shoved his feet into his boots. “You gonna nap while I’m gone?”

“Oooohhh yeeesss.” Languid, Domni stretched herself out across their furs. “Yes.”

“Might as well.” Smirking, he glanced at her. “Though I’m not sure there’s enough of you to take up that whole bed.”

“I’m going to try.” Her voice had become one of those sultry purrs, stretching alluringly again before she shot him a playful grin. “Hope you win.”

“Me too. If Ophysk does good, it’ll probably mean we can get back to real work again.” She already knew he was itching for that chance. Crossing back to the bed, Ophy absently tangled his fingers in her hair a moment, squeezing possessively and making her hum sweetly for him. “See y a in a bit, Tissa.”

“Have fun.”

“Will do, sweetling.”

Ophysk was bumping him impatiently with his snout by then, so his Handler wasted no more time in leading him out to the Weyr Bowl. Officially summer as it was now, Ophyonis was doubly glad he’d gone without a shirt. The air was hot though thankfully not humid -- and the effects of his wher’s lust only added to that heat.

It looked like the Gold and her Handler were waiting for more contenders to arrive, so both Ophysk and Ophyonis kept their distance. The latter had no desire to get mauled by a proddy Gold, so he leaned against the rock wall to wait. His Bronze, eager for the Run to start, had eyes only for the female wher, thick claws ripping into the grass and soil as he fidgeted impatiently.

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Domni used briefly with Sanctified’s permission. 8D And Rayne, I’m sorry he’s awful.

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Re: Things that roar in the night [05.05.2590/Around 9pm]
« Reply #2 on: March 10, 2017, 09:47:12 PM »
Nerihesk had been cleared from the healer hall for a while now, though Neri had been trying to take it easy on him. With himself he was a ‘rub some dirt in it and shake it off’ kind of guy, unless there was sympathy in the form of kisses or food involved, but with his kids, giant bronze ugly one included, he was a little more cautious.

Nerihesk on the other hand was far less so. He enjoyed work, he enjoyed being helpful, and he certainly wasn’t missing a gold run, even if his handler was a bit uncertain at how the exertion would affect his newly removed sutures.

Nosing his handler insistently, who was sitting at his desk trying to muse over a new brew on some slates, the big bronze wher was practically shaking with excitement. Neri looked down, and sighed. The eagerness was flowing freely of his bonded and Neri knew he wasn’t going to be able to lock the bronze up now and risk the bronze sulking for the next couple of days.

Rolling his eyes and pushing the big head off his lap, Neri stood and gestured to the opening of his weyr. “Alright, let’s go. But now you have to win or we’ll both suffer.”

Following his bronze wher out, who walked forward too fast and had to stop every few steps to wait for Neri to catch up, looking up at his cocky handler with mild annoyance each time. Thankfully, the wher was too excited to mind too much, although the rising tension in the bronze was setting the hairs on Neriherem’s arms on end.

Nodding to both the small woman, who he remembered having seen around the place as he’d collected grains for the brewerhall, noting she was definitely the queenhandler involved given her stance, and the other few handlers gathered around, Neri took his place off to the side of the bowl with his arms crossed.

His bronze walked towards the queen, stopping at a respectable distance, although the clear excitement might have been a little obscene to the broody gold. Nerihesk, stretching his stubby wings in the night to warm up his muscles needed for a proper run, growled quietly in reply to the queen’s proclaiming roar.

Casting off the last of his worry for his bronze, Neri shrugged his shoulders and smiled, “nice night for it, hey?”

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Re: Things that roar in the night [05.05.2590/Around 9pm]
« Reply #3 on: March 21, 2017, 06:57:33 PM »
It was not unusual for Tayvelle to participate in a wher run. She thouroughly enjoyed the opportunity for a guilt free romp with a willing participant, win or lose, and it gave Tavlesk a chance to blow off some steam. This particular run, however, had been posted as an open run, and it was with eager anticipation that Tayvelle counted the days until she'd have the opportunity to participate.

They were watching the woolbeast the night the glowing gold and her handler stepped out into the weyrbowl, the background emotional noise that was Tavlesk's way of keeping her up to date on the nightly anticts of his flock ceasing suddenly as he paused in his patrol. He turned to face the golden creature, head tilted as he made sense of the heat signatures and the challenge-filled roar that preceeded the tidal wave of burning lust Kyarsk emitted, coaxing him into giving chase.

Tavlesk was not a freshly hatched wherling, however, and he pressed against his bonded's mind the urgent plea to join in, to attempt to claim the gold that was yet to run. He would not join in unless he was given permission, though may end up a bit more sulky than normal.

He needen't have concerned himself, however, as while his attention had been on the golden wher, Tayvelle had roused the other apprentice that was sharing her shift. "The gold wher is running and Tavlesk wants to chase. Start your shift now and we will relieve you when we're done. Make sure the journeyman knows you're watching the flock." She explained, no apology or plea in her voice. She had made it very clear to her fellows, and her superiors, that she would be wanting to participate in the wher run, and had ensured that there was no confusion as to just how that would go down when she gave the call.

She waited until the younger boy had woken his wher, a quick enough task as the little blue would have a preference for a nocturnal schedule before striding towards Tavlesk, giving a short, high whistle to bring him to heel. There was no need to rush, the handler would wait for her. She made a point of telling a wherhandler that Tavlesk would be participating, just in case she was delayed in getting the bronze to the designated starting area. She would not have the handler claim to be unaware of her intentions, and there was not always an opportunity for introductions before the wher's emotions clouded their own.

Thankfully, Tayvelle knew the handler, Kyareena, and while she wouldn't call them close, there was an eagerness that was not entirely Tavlesk's own to the idea of winning this run. As it was, Tavlesk anticipation was thrumming through their bond in time with their footsteps. They did not dawdle, though they would not run, Instead Tayvelle strode with a confident purpose, closing the gap between themselves and the already gathered whers with each motion.

She moved through the gathered wherhandlers without pause, Tavlesk aiding in clearing a gap though earning himself a few angry noises from the whers waiting impatiently for the gold to begin her run. Tayvelle did not care fo rth eformalities of the situation, and while Tavlesk had the decency to keep a respectful distance away from Kyarsk, Tayvelle moved until she was almost too close to the farmcraft apprentice, staking as much of a claim as she could without fully interfering. It was an action that meant more for the other participants than Kyareena herself, and Tayvelle would not press closer should she step out of the way. Her intent would be clear enough.

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Re: Things that roar in the night [05.05.2590/Around 9pm]
« Reply #4 on: March 21, 2017, 09:18:14 PM »
Kya nodded to each of the wherhandler arrivals in turn, trying to appear as if she wasn’t sizing them up, even though she definitely was. She knew a few of them, if not by name, and offered then small smiles in return. There were some she didn’t know though, the older one with the dark hair who appeared without a shirt on, she didn’t know.

His bronze looked impressive, but she wasn’t entirely impressed with him. Sure he seemed strong and capable, but she thought it was a bit much not even dressing to come to a run, a queen run. Yes, run’s weren’t as high class as a flight, and they were pretty common place so most people didn’t consider them super important, but she figured people would have better manners than that.

She gave him a nod and a tight lipped smile, although it was annoying, she wasn’t going to be an ass about it while Kyarsk was in this kind of a mood, as tightly wound as she was by being made to wait by mere males. So she just let her gaze wander on to the other contestants, no need to pay any of them too much mind before their whers showed their mettle as it were.

Her eyes locked with the dark skinned crafter as well, she knew him from around and he always seemed to make folks laugh wherever he was, she gave him a more open smile. Her eyes caught the scars on his bronze’s back as he made his way past to stand in front of her gold. They looked far more gross than the last time Kyarsk had visited him in the healer hall, then wrapped in bandages but seeming in high spirits. He seemed just as excited now, but how close the worst of the twisted flesh was to the wings made Kyareena question how well he’d be able to use his wings to keep up. Still, it was comforting to see a bronze from the Minehall incident, it just goes to show that the dragonriders weren’t the only ones to take a hit and keep on going.

She didn’t reply to Neriherem’s comment however, she wasn’t feeling quite brave enough yet to try for some lewd reply or tease, it just wasn’t really her style, so she let it slide even if she was happy that someone was trying to lighten her growing nerves.

Eyes roaming across the crowd, Kya noticed with a little relief the approaching Tayvelle. She’d been aware that she might have to call Kyarsk to wait for another bronze, but she was glad she didn’t have to, she didn’t want to test that much control on a first run. Nothing like the thrum of lust in her veins that made her feel squirmy and out of control, Kya was pushing past it enough that she thought she looked confident and comfortable, but that didn’t mean she really felt it, and she certainly didn’t want to test it against the proddy gold.

She was also glad there was a woman with a bronze, although there were a couple there, they were mostly smaller whers and she, although open for it, wasn’t super excited about the idea of a run with a guy. Knowing there were some women that were actually in the running made her feel a little comfortable, plus, the woman was a beastcrafter, how bad could she be?

Her possessive action wasn’t really called for, and it was both exciting for Kyareena, and a little annoying. What was it with runs and people losing their manners, her bronze hadn’t won yet. Choosing to ignore it as she felt a wave of excitement from Kyarsk, Kya turned away from the contestants as the gold let out another earsplitting roar.

With a knash of her teeth and a flick of her tail towards those who thought themselves worthy of catching her, the Gold pushed off the ground and leapt away from the group of gathered males. Using her wings to help her speed and pumping with powerful legs, trained to work hard alongside her crafter handler, Kyarsk began her first ever run.
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Re: Things that roar in the night [05.05.2590/Around 9pm]
« Reply #5 on: March 21, 2017, 09:26:12 PM »
Neri raised a brow at the possessive move by the female crafter entering the mix, before brushing it off with a chuckle. He was just there to let Nerihesk have his fun and do his duty to make an open run worth the goldhandlers while, he wasn’t about to get hot and bothered by it. Plus, the younger handler didn’t seem to mind, though it was probably because her mind refocussed on the gold letting out a sound that could shake a man to his bones.

Watching the Gold start off, and the other whers follow suit, Nerihesk included, it was easy to see why it had long ago become an unspoken rule that whers should have to bond. There was a lot of raw power in those muscles, and he was super aware in this moment of how easily that gold could rip through him had he stepped too close. It was also warming to see his own bronze move with the pack, he was aware that Nerihesk wasn’t built for runs, not with his short wings and torn up back, but the bronze could keep up for a while, and it made Neri proud.

Obviously, his pride couldn’t change his bonded’s physicality, but he pumped his own energy and excitement through their bond, knowing that K’eeda said it worked with the riders. If it was good enough for them, it would be good enough for him, and hopefully it would help his bronze impress the even coloured gold.

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Re: Things that roar in the night [05.05.2590/Around 9pm]
« Reply #6 on: March 21, 2017, 11:08:50 PM »
Tayvelle felt a brief sense of smug satisfation when Kyareena did not step away from her, folding her arms over her chest and letting Tavlesk's excitement wash over her, using his lust to keep her own mind focussed on the task at hand. Tavlesk was quick despite his bulk, and the 7 turns worth of herding woolbeast made him well suited for a wher run. So long as she was capable of maintaining something of a level head, Tavlesk would stand a solid chance.

As it was the bronze wher appeared longer than the gold, though she was taller than he was. Despite his stunted wings, he should be able to muscle his way through most contendors, though she was ever so slightly dubious about the bronze belonging to the shirtless competitor. Of all those in attendance, his appeared to be the wher to beat, though since she could not recognise the bronze's handler, she assumed he would not have the advantage of chasing creatures for a living.

Tayvelle gave Tavlesk one final push, giving him his own head, so to speak. She'd interfere only if he looked as though he needed her eyes, but the night was his domain, and it was easier to let the wher do most of the work this time around. She found she was already figuring out how to escort the younger woman away from the weyrbowl once Tavlesk won when the gold initiated the run, another earsplitting roar signalling the permission to chase.

Run's always resulted in an odd detachment from Tayvelle's mind, with Tavlesk focussing instead on the pursuit of whichever wher it was he was chasing and no longer keeping up the emotional whitenoise that was a constant companion to his handler. It gave them both a clear perspective during the run, and allowed Tayvelle a short period of peace, nevermind the odd emptiness she felt each and every time Tavlesk muted his feelings.

Tavlesk, however, was urged on by the determination, and using hi sheight to his advantage, charged forward with the rest of the pack, adjusting as necessary to better target the golden queen. He would attempt to pull away from the rest of the chasing whers, using his wings more to streamline his forward motion than actually provide much air-time. Once he was out of the bulk of the pack, he could focus his attention on the gold as he would a panicking woolbeast, attempting to anticipate her motions and ultimately herd her into a position where he would have the advantage.

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Re: Things that roar in the night [05.05.2590/Around 9pm]
« Reply #7 on: March 22, 2017, 03:37:13 PM »
Whatever other posturing the rest of the Handlers might partake in, Ophy didn’t really care. Maybe there’d be a bit more of an exchange if any of them were familiar, but he didn’t know these people. And they were all there for one reason anyway. This wasn’t exactly a social call.

At least they didn’t have to wait long. A few more participants trickled out of the weyr tunnels, but there weren’t many. Owing to the prudishness a lot of the Holders and Crafters refused to let go of, Ophy supposed. Whatever. Their loss. All that meant was there was a better chance for those that were participating. And even if Ophysk didn’t win, it’d be no skin off his nose. There’d be other Runs. So despite what the others might be doing—including the somewhat possessive movements of the girl that showed up last—his own posture remained casual.

The Gold took off soon enough, and the Run was under way.

It was mostly Bronzes participating, so the pack of them stayed pretty close on the female’s heels. Runs could get a bit nasty if the males got too close to one another, instigating fights or rough tumbles as many hundreds of pounds of muscled monsters collided with each other. But as big as the Bowl was, there was space for them to spread out some.

Ophysk was fast, when he got going. The real difficulty he would have would come if Kyarsk were to make a sharp turn or dodge away with the grace of a much smaller creature. The hulking Bronze was not built for finesse or turning on a mark, and recovering his momentum to shift it in a new direction would have him losing precious seconds and closeness.

As always, then, his strategy was to catch her as fast as possible, and to force the others out of his way as he gained speed. But more than anything, the Bronze was enjoying the chance to run. It was the first serious exercise he’d been allowed since the Hunter attack, and he took to it with all the enthusiasm he could muster. All the while, the scent of the Gold, the feel of rushing air on his hide, the feel of grass and dirt beneath his feet—all of it flooded through his connection with his Handler, allowing Ophyonis the chance to experience, vicariously, what Ophysk did.

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Re: Things that roar in the night [05.05.2590/Around 9pm]
« Reply #8 on: April 12, 2017, 03:29:00 PM »
Quenneca should’ve been paying more attention to the time. She’d been sitting on the floor of her small cavern room – more like a closet given how much space she had – but she loved it. It was hers, there was outside access for Quensk, and she could actually grow things there. She’d initially requested the exposed room because nearly no one else wanted it and she said she was a gardener. The Miner who had worked the opening to be more suitable for her wher hadn’t cared enough to ask more questions about what she’d grow.

Sometimes that meant she was a bit colder during the winter, but that’s what she had Quensk for. And Lakkahl and Tarlann. Since Quenneca didn’t generally go out and about, a lot of her time was spent in her odd room with her plants.

Tonight, though, she had decided it’d be good for her wher to participate in the Run that had been posted. Not many open ones that she bothered to attend but this, well, she could make an exception.

He nosed at her eagerly, all massive muscle and but tender touches, and she was on her feet. Barefoot but dressed in a simple dress that wrapped around her lithe body, Quenneca let him lead the way. Lakkahl and Tarlann opted to remain behind. They didn’t want any part of the Run.

Quenneca arrived moments before the Gold was off. Runnershit. Quensk took off after her, the rush and exhilaration of the chase slamming into her. Stealing the breath out of Quenneca and forcing her to lean on the tunnel wall. Her Quensk was big. As big as a bronze wher could be and full of eagerness.

She had to blink several times to try and maintain a firm grip on who she was and who he was. It was an odd sense of attachment, of floating and running, of want and hunger not her own but still… there. In her mind. Forcing Quenneca to seek out the bonded of the Gold even though she’d previously had no idea who she was. But now, she knew.

Quenneca ran a hand through her hair, partially closed her eyes, and waited. Impatiently.

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Re: Things that roar in the night [05.05.2590/Around 9pm]
« Reply #9 on: April 12, 2017, 03:29:36 PM »
Kyarsk wasn’t following logic or orders as she sped off into the cool night air. In this moment, she was pure instinct. A Queen pushed by bloodrush and lust, all muscle and power that usually she hated to work, but now made her the most worthy prize any of her pursuers could hope to win.

She wasn’t keen on making it easy for them either.

Kyarsk, unlike some of the more tame whers, was not above playing dirty. The first bronze who drew too close to her was promptly slapped in the face with her tail as she leapt away from them. The second who drew too close saw her veering in the opposite direction and using a smile rise and her wings to leap over him, coming down hard on the other side. Her nails kicked up dirt as she ran and she gnashed her teeth at those pulling closer to her as the run went on.

But she did tire, it was inevitable, and the males, the ones that lasted at least, drew closer.

Kyareena watched on, body thrumming with her Queen’s emotions and power, her own mind blanking as she let the sensations wash over her. She briefly noted a latecomer towards the start of the run, but her mind didn’t dwell on it for long. Eyes focussed on Kyarsk as the Bronzes drew nearer, she tried to place which won was close to winning, watching the different strategy and in some cases feeling the tightness in her chest as one came too close before her Queen changed direction or sped off with another thrust of her wings.

The one wher she could recognise, the one belonging to the dark skinned brewer, was falling behind towards the end, as she could feel Kyarsk’s legs beginning to tire. A shame of course, she figured he’d be one of the easiest to get along with, but if the wher couldn’t keep up she knew Kyarsk would never put up with less than the best.

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Re: Things that roar in the night [05.05.2590/Around 9pm]
« Reply #10 on: April 12, 2017, 03:30:13 PM »
Quensk was a monster of a wher, and he was more determined to catch her than anything. It helped that Quenneca could not only differentiate between them, but that she gave him free reign now. There was no holding back, mentally, from the bronze wher. She set him free now when she so often held him back. Though Quensk had the proper crafter training that so many well behaved wher had, he was also a rather aggressive Bronze.

And he wanted to win. He wanted the Gold. He wasn't distracted or held back by Quenneca. Instead, he pulled her along for the rush of the Run. And she went, unresisting. Tailing after Kyarsk, pulling after her when she changed direction and snapping at her tail when he came close and she flicked it at him. There was nothing gentle about his determination. Rather, it was all aggressive power and the need to dominate. The Gold wouldn't give in to anyone so easily, he knew. Quensk had to prove to her that he was the best, the strongest, the one worthy of her through sheer power.

And he'd do just that.

Length: 4.5M | Height: 1.7M

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Re: Things that roar in the night [05.05.2590/Around 9pm]
« Reply #11 on: April 12, 2017, 03:30:48 PM »
Tavlesk was not pleased when the late arrival joined in and pulled ahead, though there was a smug sense of satisfaction as the queen flicked him away with her tail for pulling too close. He tucked his wings in tight to his body, attempting to close the gap between himself and Kyarsk without letting the others any closer. If he were more aggressive, he may have snapped at the other bronzes, though as it were, he simply kept his head low and focused on the heat signature of the larger wher, feeling triumphant as he almost managed to cut across her path only to be forced to re-adjust his run when she turned quickly and leapt over him.

He growled as he tried to turn in a tight circle to resume the chase, legs burning as he tried to regain the ground he had lost in the manouver. If he hadn't been so eager to press closer, he wouldn't have created such a large gap, so while he still pressed forward, it was a little less aggressive. She was very capable of pushing back her potential captors, and though she must surely be getting tired, there was a high chance that if he stayed back just behind the front line, he may be able to catch her off guard the next time she attempted another fancy leap.

Some wher had already fallen back, too far to have a chance of catching her now, not as suited for extended running as he was. They were all working wher, however there were some that would be better suited to a gold run and he was one of them. He might not have the height other wher had, but he was just as strong as the rest of the group, and he would not hesitate to claim the queen the first chance he got.

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Re: Things that roar in the night [05.05.2590/Around 9pm]
« Reply #12 on: April 12, 2017, 03:31:49 PM »
Most of the time, Ophysk was an easy-going wher. Unlike many of the Bronzes bonded to Peacekeepers, he didn't have problems with being overly aggressive or difficult to control. The only time he became so was during actual danger; in those moments, he was a terrifying sight to behold. And maybe his rages were all the more intense for his normal calm. Beyond those, the only other times he really let himself go was during Runs.

His presence, usually so steady and stable at the back of his Handler's mind, became overwhelming during times such as these. But where a more reserved or careful Handler might have tried to reign in that wildness, to temper their wher, Ophy never did. He saw no reason to; the heady rush of Run Lust was just a different kind of high, and one that he'd gladly give himself over to. The potential loss of control or inhibitions that accompanied it didn't scare him. Rather, he enjoyed it -- there was nothing else quite like it.

So all his attention was on the Gold wher, because that's where all of Ophysk's was. The huge Bronze tried to anticipate Kyarsk's changes of direction, to compensate for his own difficulty in making sharp turns. Any faint inkling there might have been that she was going to change her momentum, he did the same with his own. A risky maneuver, because if he misjudged it would put him further behind the others. But worth it if it paid off.

If nothing else, he did not tire. Even long into the run, when Ophyonis could feel the burn in Ophysk's muscles, the Bronze didn't really register the discomfort. Not when the Gold was still unclaimed. There would be time for exhaustion later. And while the muscles in his sides were stiff from his recently healed injuries, there had been no sharp pang to indicate he was overtaxing himself, or that he had pushed too far.

That was a good sign too.

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Re: Things that roar in the night [05.05.2590/Around 9pm]
« Reply #13 on: April 12, 2017, 04:01:19 PM »
Hubris was the downfall of many, and this Gold was no exception. Cocky from her successful evasions earlier in the Run, the Queen’s mind was flooded with over confidence and it would be her downfall. Literally.

Pulling another tight turn, away from the Bronze with the constellation on his skin, who had pulled too far out when she’d leapt over him, and tight enough she thought to escape from the Bronze with the dark mottling on his feet, she lost sight of her other pursuer. She didn’t have time to swing her head around before he made his move.

The crash of the heavily muscled body to her side took her off guard, her feet lifting off the ground as she tilted and rolled. He was on her in a second, rolling with her as they crashed into the dirt with enough force to take skin off lesser beasts. As she rolled, the Queen tried to dig her claws into the ground, to race away from her pursuer once more, but he was stronger than she was. Tail wrapping around hers as they rolled in the dirt, he ended atop of her, his bulk pressing her down into the dirt, assuring he was the winner. Her first winner.

She looked up at the massive bronze standing over her, his hide was light and shimmery, almost brighter than hers, and she growled once before ducking her head in submission. Body thrumming with adrenalin and satisfaction that her first Run had ended with such a worthy champion, her first Run ended.

Kya felt winded and confused, she’d been so engrossed in the mind of her bonded, something that never happened with a wher like Kyarsk, that she felt herself stagger when the Bronze Quensk had slammed into the side of her Bonded. Forced out of the moment by her own confusion, not used to such an intense connection, Kya didn’t register what had happened to make her lose her breath so suddenly.

Blinking and trying to readjust to who she was and where she was, her brain trying to figure out if she was in real physical danger or not. Kya ran a shaky hand through her head as she tried to breath when another wave of lust hit her and she stumbled back into the wall of the Weyrbowl.

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