Flash of Visiting Gold (Wher Queen Run)

[Spirithawk]

Tekara sighed as the lights of Caspian Hold appeared before her. Tekask had run hard to get here before the sun rose and sent her and her brethren to their dens to sleep away the punishing cycle of the sun.

Tekara and her Queen were heading out beyond Caspian Hold and Dark Moon Weyr to scout a new place that was being considered for a Mining Hold that sported Wher Dens. She was the Junior Queen handler in one of the Northern Wher Dens and she had been approached to take the lead in the prospective new dens.

For now though. She would stay a few days and visit with the few whers currently in residence in Caspian's Wher Hold.

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As dusk settled the next day, Tekara felt rested. She glanced at her Queen, expecting her to remain asleep for at least another half hour. However, the Queen was not asleep.

The golden beast was sitting there, watching Tekara intently.

Tekask's has slept long.

"I'm sorry love. Are you hungry? We can go see if the wher hold can spare a wherry or two. I would like some breakfast myself."

Tekask followed Tekara out of the den and into the kitchens where the staff was laying out "breakfast" for the wher handlers. They assured the pair that the wher Queen was welcome to a wherry or two, even a herdbeast if that caught her fancy.

Tekask hadn't really said she was hungry, but Tekara had sensed something different about her wher. She was still a maiden wher, and Tekara realized that was about to change as her wher began to glow golden. She raced towards a wherry, savagely biting the neck of the beast to drain the energy-giving blood.

Her roar was a lusty challenge to all those who dared to chase her and Tekara was glad that this run was happening near a den and not where a wild wher could entice her beloved Queen to run wild as well.

So let the run begin. It would certainly help Caspian Wher Hold's wher population.

OOC: Feel free to make bronzes and brown whers, their speech is simplistic and they don't usually use pronouns. They refer to their chosens as their name with an 's for the most part and speak in the 3rd person a lot.

The winner will be able to keep his or her bronze or brown and will help hand out eggs to the Candidates. Feel free to make Candidates!

[Akki]

Run. Bye.

The words echoed in Ejinic’s head for a few moments. He didn’t immediately open his eyes, his head still somewhere in dreamland where suddenly a pretty blonde was sounding an awful like his wher. It was rather frightening, actually. Finally he opened his eyes and immediately noticed that his bronze was gone.

It was too early for the wher to be up on his own – clearly something was afoot. He pulled himself out of his cot and shuffled around, jumping on one leg so he could yank his trousers up. What was that Ejinsk had said? The man ran his hands through his hair before letting a curse fly out of his mouth. A run! Shard that wher, he could have given the man a better heads up! Ejinic had known that there was a gold wher in the Hold but he certainly didn’t know she was going to go on her Run here.

Ejinsk moved surprisingly quickly, considering the rather large bulk he had. Within seconds he was out of the den and outside as he sunk his teeth into a wherry. He lifted his head away from the beast, a roar of his own being thrown back at the gold before turning back to his meal. The gold was important but so was the wherry; it would give him the energy needed to run his heart out.

Ejinic stood near by Tekara and grimaced slightly. On his way here, he was informed that it was the maiden run for the gold. The poor woman, stuck in a Hold where she knew no one while her gold had her first run. It was certainly bad luck for her.

[Marnark’tranarprol]

"I do wish you'd hold still. This would go a lot faster if you were still." Kral grumped, trying to hold down the brown head of his wher and oil between the knobs at the same time. A rather particularly itchy spot that never did stop flaking all the time. Or getting scratched. Which meant Kral spent a lot of time trying to doctor that specific spot.

Krask not hold still. Krask chase! Krask run![/i] The brown protested, squirming. Really, if he hadn't been afraid of hurting his handler, he'd have been off and gone already!!

"What are you going on about?" Kral asked.

Pretty lovely gold. Must go. Bye. Krask chase!

"You are out of your mind."

No. Krask tossed his head, effectively dumping his handler onto his ass. Stepping gingerly over the bemused man that was now drenched in oil utterly from the upended pail, Krask bounced twice once pass. Crowing with energy and desire, the success of actually getting to chase, he took off into the night after the love of his life.

"Dagnabbitblasted creature has no idea what in the world he ... oh." Slicking his oiled shirt off, Kral got to his feet again, shoving his hair back out of his face. Blinking after the dissappearing shadow that was his wher, he began to understand. This was no phantom of the night! "Since when ...

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Admin's Note:[/hr]" Turning around once, and then again, he started off in what he hoped was the right direction, guided by his wher.

She had to be there somewhere!

[Spirithawk]

OOC: I'm going to make this really quick because no one seems interested in posting.

Tekask sped away after she blooded a kill. Her golden hide was a flash through the skybroom trees as she powered away from her chasers. She was not a light beast and couldn't be described as dainty.

Her talons left cuts in the dirt and her footfalls made thudding sounds through the forest surrounding Caspian Hold. Two whers from the hold were following and Tekask could hear the wild whers calling to her.

Another bronze joined the chase, completely wild, but the bronze that was following from the hold was a better cared for specimen. However, the wild wher WAS in better shape due to his wild life.

Tekask wasn't sure if she really liked the wild wher. He didn't really have manners. He was just a rutting male, and hers was always keen on manners.

After just over half a candlemark, Tekask felt herself tiring. Her pursuers were still close, though the brown had dropped back more than the bronzes. She had to admire his determination, but determination alone wouldn't sire a good clutch.

The golden wher finally made her choice after leading them in a merry semi-circle near the hold. She didn't want to have to travel back too far before dawn to return to Hers.

You. I choose. She spoke to Ejinsk, slowing enough to let him catch her.