Talon was rolling around his room restlessly, basking in the moonlight that came through the window as he watched Talosk do the same. They both knew the opalite was getting ready for her first Run and it was driving Talon crazy to wait for the point where his wher would break into a Run. Hissing and rolling around, he felt his flesh heat up wildly as a fire blazed from Talosk's thoughts straight into his. He wanted the Chasers, he wanted them now, he growled at Talosk, "Start Running, you should be running by now Talosk," the wher shook her head, for some reason not wanting to Run just yet. "Come on, sharding wher," Talon said, dragging himself to his feet, "We both know you want a mate, just like me. I already told Do'van to watch for your call... are you mad?" he tilted his head to the side, seeing flashes of red in the wher's violet lustful eyes.

No. Talosk not mad, just... Talosk is so hungry! Talon had to laugh at that, it sounded as if she had never Run before. "Blood only my precious iolite, I want a long and well earned Run, as I'm sure you want as well," Talon could not stop the insane smile from freezing on his face when finally Talosk burst out the door. She roared loudly before her roars faded as the distance between them grew quickly. He could taste the blood of her prey on his tongue and it was all he could do to force her not to devour the meat. His fingers curled around a wooden instrument and on a burst of wicked temptation, Talon went to the door to his room and pushed his table in front of it. It wasn't impossible to move but they would have to force the door open to get inside, so much fun! Once seated on his bed, Talon brought the violin to his chin and started playing. The rhythm started slow and began to gain speed till finally it was almost piercingly sharp, reaching its highest key as Talosk called the male whers to herself. His eyes remained fixed on the door, waiting for the Chasers to push at the door, expecting an easy way inside. He could feel a flicker of sadistic approval from Talosk.

Males from mountains and Weyr! To Talosk, Talosk wants a male strong and brave enough to Chase! Chase Talosk!! Sleeping whers in weyrs, wake Your's to join Talosk's, he is calling! Be cautious, Talosk's has surprise waiting for first Chasers!

The iolite ran through the Weyr, continuing to call the males to her mating Run, before she finally reached the beach and turned to head toward the wild wher territory, demanding the males there to chase her as well. She had not made any sort of call to Do'van's dragon, so she didn't fear that rider showing up. It didn't matter who won now as long as they were strong and fast, because they would have to be to Catch Talosk. Her paws were on fire!

Flask didn't understand humans. His especially. He didn't understand why they were normally awake during the daytime- apart from wherhandlers- and he didn't understand why they always seemed to worry about silly things. Speaking of which, it really annoyed Flask when his Flainn took so long to get ready. Flask was an impatient wher, and as soon as the sun set he was usually awake and active, ready to start the day as soon as possible. Flainn could jump out of bed just as quickly if he wanted to, but instead always took ages before he decided they could finally leave their room. And that annoyed the agile brown.

When Flask's finish? Flask want to leave. Patrol. Flask grumbled, tail dragging and claws clacking as he paced. Limber and long-limbed for a brown, he was narrow but had enough length to him to still make him capable in areas of speed and agility. Some of his brown brothers were more stocky and muscular, while Flask was more bluelike in build, able to use those long legs and small frame for things his more heavy brethren could not. He turned his whirling eyes back to where his handler was observing his reflection in a piece of glass and his gaze narrowed, the silver mask around his eyes twitching. Huffing, he whipped around and fell onto the sand of his half of the cavern, crossing his reddish paws over each other. Dumb humans taking forever to get ready. The sun would rise by the time they left!

A sudden roar invaded his ears, feral and alluring, and the brown turned his head upward as if investigating the noise. A feeling overcame him, one that he had felt many times before, of heat and desire and excitement. His belly burned and his paws were suddenly having him pacing around again, unable to sit still. Yes, Flask would Chase. And by the time he returned perhaps His would finally be ready. He turned his eyes to Flainn once more, this time sprinkled with purple. Talosk Run, Flask Chase. Flask's take too long. Talosk's has surprise for Flask's. He added with an amused smirk before dashing out, leaving his handler with a spray of sand kicked up by his hasty paws.

"Shards Flask, come on," Flainn sighed, ruffling his dark hair and wiping his face of the particles of sand before checking his reflection in the mirror again. He was quite a handsome fellow if he could say so, square chin and a clean-shaven face, looking as professional as could be. While he had always been concerned for his appearance, at well over 25 Turns he felt as if he was getting on in years (while that really wasn't true, but who could blame him with so many young Weyrfolk these days) and so spent a bit more time making sure he was presentable each evening. It wasn't his fault that his get-up-and-go brown thought he took too long. And now he'd gone off to a Run, so this effort was likely wasted. Sighing again, he decided he'd might as well make the best of it. Some Queenhandler was waiting for him.

He was well used to this feeling of Runlust, as Flask had been in several Runs over his years, and knew what to expect as the intense feelings quickly overcame him. As he approached what must have been the handler's room, he paused when he heard the sounds of a violin playing on the other side of the door. He was sure this was the right room, but what wherhandler would be playing music during a Run? Reaching for the door to open it, he turned the handle but soon realized that it was jammed, the door itself not moving an inch as if something was blocking its way. "Hello? Anybody in there?" he called in stupidly. Of course there was someone in there or else there wouldn't be music playing. But being unable to get into the room to the handler was going to make this Run a lot less pleasant than it should be.

With fresh blood in his stomach and his hearts beating with desire for the female, Flask bugled out as he raced down to the beach. There he saw the female, and he crooned with delight when he saw the serpentine Iolite. Eyes glowing in the moonlight, he looked her over appreciatively before tossing his head and letting out another call. Flask strong and brave! Flask Chase, Flask prove better than other males! Beautiful Talosk deserves best.

For a moment, he hesitated. He was wild now. He should not have even looked towards the territory that belonged to Libertas. The blue twitched his tail irately, growling under his breath, trying to resist the call. Tempest glared at the direction of the call with true disdain. He had come to hate everything of Libertas in his time away. Since Weston’s death, a death caused by the blue’s own claws, he had taught himself that Libertas was the home of all evil. No handler there cared about their whers. All the handlers there secretly wished for something better whether it was a bronze or a dragon. What fools they all were. Idiots with whers they thought they could control. Well, Tempest was a show of fact!

Nobody would ever control him again, hurt him like Weston had.

Despite the call of a beautiful iolite Running, he drifted back into memories of his hatching, memories of the strange feeling of being moved. The sharp urge to escape the constricting walls. Then falling out before Weston, naming himself Wesk and demanding there be food placed in his belly at once. Wesk’s blood had sealed that bond and yet his words had broken it. Tempest always had nightmares of the boy’s retorts about bronze whers and hating his handsome blue. The tiger-striped tail lashed out suddenly, hitting the tree beside him with great force, a few of its fading leaves falling down onto him. He was still, as if waiting for a sign, then a light brown leaf landed on his nose.

He would Chase.

Lurching up with great speed, the blue was on his paws and searching out for something to give him the sweetest of blood. Blood, warm, succulent blood. This iolite would see that no handler’s wher would ever be worthy of her. They were all broken inside, lost without their natural wild hearts. He knew that life all too well which is why he now decided he had to Chase. He had to move, he had to win. All the other whers in the area, whether belonging to the insane Bronze’s pack or the other one he knew very little of, were not worthy of his time right now or maybe ever. Maybe Tempest’s journey was to Chase the whers of Libertas and show them what happens when a blue goes wild. The strength they receive, the freedom they earn.

Despite that, when he looked down at his paws momentarily, he saw the splashes of red over his legs, the red that was equal to ichor. Shivering and removing his vision from the paws, he decided the best place to get his prey would be his usual spot; the wild wherries. His gait was firm, powerful, deep, resonating thumps echoing slightly. The heavy-set blue knew all too well that there was usually a wherry or two lingering around the hole in the ground. Often small bugs would creep out from there and sometimes wild crawlers too. The wherries, if they weren’t stupid enough to eat them, often watched and would walk forward to examine whatever clutch of crawler or flitter eggs had been laid there only to be bit at and snapped back. This time was different. This time a tunnelsnake was there, a dead wherry sitting outside its den. Fun. That only meant good things for the wher. One, he’d have the remaining blood in the freshly killed wherry and then he’d devour the tunnelsnake’s blood even if there would be little in its long, curving body.

Walking forward, the serpent ducked back into its hole, hissing at the wher that stole its prey without care that it was about to attack. With the lust starting to make his eyes ripple into a shade of purple, he drained the bird with haste before leaving its withered body behind. The tunnelsnake ventured out, ready to attack for the lost meal. It didn’t stand a chance against a fat paw smashing down on its head. Brutal but it worked. Fangs dug into the body of the second piece of prey, the blood dripping down into his mouth and down his throat. Oh, it was divine! He felt satisfied with his two kills- or rather one steal and one kill.

That iolite would surely see his purpose now.

With a roar of thunder, he turned and began running towards Libertas, the place he thought he’d escaped long ago. The place he never wanted to see again. But tonight he would. His eyes were a deep purple now, his body heated with lust. Wild whers were the only option. Wild whers were the only things worthy of any handler’s wher. Period. He didn’t even care that a brown had already beaten him to the iolite. He was going to fight tooth and nail for her. Walking out, boisterous slapping of paws on the ground being dampened by the sand, he snarled fully at Flask and bared his fangs ferociously.

Tempest not have competition. Tempest only winner today. Talosk beauty iolite. Wild at heart. Need wild wher, not handled brown. Tempest be great storm. Storm-Blue win affections of beauty-iolite today.

He gazed at the iolite, her wonderful, snake-like body making him only yearn more to be the winner today. He was the storm wher and the brown was nothing but a wherry-brained fool. Tempest would not lose today.

His tail was lashing from side to side, the moon may have shone in the sky but this wher layed is his hollow. He was waiting for something. He felt his blood starting to rush warm and full of lust through his head and his legs started to tingle. He slowly rose to his feet and slinked slowly to the nearby clearing. He needed the blood, the energy that only prey could give. Still he slinked silently around the clearing then lunged out at a nearby wherry. The shrieks of pain only made the bloodlust worse as the brown wher ripped through the throat trapped by his fangs and drained the blood.

He raised his head to the moon and sent out an echoing roar in response to Talosk's call.

The he set off at a dead run. He needed to find her. He had to find her and prove himself.

He knew that whers from the other land would be coming, however he was stronger than him. The huge brown using his strength to push himself further and faster than he had hoped.

Oak chase beauty-purple! Oak strong! Oak-wild better than blue-wild and brown-handled! Oak win! He said in a very determined tone. If he had to he would wipe out the competition.

Darkness, broken only by the moonlight and a half-covered glow, filled the room. It was a quiet darkness, subtle and perfect, broken only by the scritch of a pen on a vellum sheet. An unobtrusive-looking young man was working quietly at his desk, his unassuming figure cloaked in the same shadows that filled the room. The sun had long-since set; it was much later than most preferred to do their business. Yet he was not finishing some project that had started earlier in the day. For him, the time to be wakeful was just beginning. He was, in actuality, taking care of some quick writing before he started his 'day,' as it were.

Footsteps made themselves heard softly from somewhere behind him, growing steadily closer. The man did not lift his head as the muscular wher padded into his room, emerging from the shadows like a ghost. He continued to work, though he felt impatience and irritation, and another feeling he recognized as the beginnings of Runlust, coming from the creature behind him. Only when a low snarl rumbled from the beast's throat, commanding his attention, did the man straighten from his work and turn to look at his closest companion.

Queen runs tonight, the sun-touched wher said gruffly, rustling wings that flashed and glowed in the weak light. Though the dim glow emenating from the half-shaded light-source was just barely enough for his handler to read by, the bronze squinted slightly at its' intensity. He stared mutely at the man who still sat before him, waiting for the figure to acknowledge his announcement. Mordesk would not Chase without first telling his Mordecai.

The man in question turned fully around and folded his hands together, resting his chin on them as he stared down the wher with a gaze that made most people shy away with unease. The bronze simply stared back, his blue eyes darkening with whorls of indigo and violet. "Do you have to run?" he asked coldly.

Yes.

"Will anything I say stop you?"

No.

"Which queen?" The young man let out a bad-tempered sigh and asked the question that would determine the course of the entire night.

Iolite Talosk. Mordesk goes now. True to his word, the bronze turned and was gone with speed that was unexpected from such a large animal. Mordecai just put his head in his hands and cursed the inconvenience of it all. Blasted wher. He was unbelievably useful, and the only companion that the man could stand, but handling a wher wasn't all sunshine and sharding roses. That great oaf would chase when it struck his fancy, and it would disrupt his handler's entire night. Already he could feel the first traces of lust spreading through his system like a poison. Some kind of poison that was designed to keep a person from getting any sharding work done.

With great reluctance, the slender man rose to his feet and smoothed imaginary wrinkles out of his clothes. Delicate fingers brushed over limp strands of soft black hair, making sure that he looked neat and presentable. Mordecai never left his room without first making sure everything from his hair to his shoes was in order. He never had been, and was never going to be an intimidating individual. Slight of build and several inches shy of six feet, only his stiff, business-like manner prevented the 28 year-old from looking like some gangly wherling. But he could be trim, and he could be tasteful.

And he could also be frightening, but that was another matter entirely.

Mordecai strode out of his room and closed the door behind him. He would finish his work when he returned. Making his way down the corridors of the Weyr, Runlust speeding his pulse under the calm facade, the bronzehandler approached the room of Talosk's handler and pricked his ears as the sound of frantic violin music reached them. He hadn't known that Talon played. What a pleasant and interesting surprise. Less pleasant, but just as interesting, was the sight of another wherhandler standing outside the man's door, apparently baffled as to how to get in. Mordecai tried the door and found it jammed, apparently by some object on the inside. He assumed that the man playing that beautiful, yet frenzied music within had blocked it to prevent the entry of other wherhandlers.

He also suspected that the man would be having his plans foiled, because Mordecai did not intend to spend an uncomfortable Run locked out of his potential lover's room.

Glancing at his apparently dimwitted companion with disdain, the bronzehandler calmly pushed up the sleeves of his crisp white shirt, and examined the door briefly. It opened inwards. Good. Taking no heed of the dullard standing nearby, Mordecai backed up exactly three paces, each step measured like those in a dance. Then, he lunged forward with such startling speed and intent that for a second he seemed a different person altogether. His shoulder impacted the wooden door with such force that he thought perhaps he had broken it, sending jarring force shuddering through him. A loud squeal and a crash broke through the furious sound of Talon's violin as Mordecai came flying through his door, having thoroughly shoved the wooden object away from the portal in his headlong charge. He small man staggered a few steps into the room before he gained his balance, and finally stopped a short distance from where Talon sat. Straightening, he then brushed splinters and dust from his rumpled clothing and straightened his attire with utter calm, for all the world as if he had simply nudged open the door and strolled in.

Outside on the moonlit sands beyond the Weyr, the large bronze ran steadily towards the female that he sought, unconcerned with such appearances as his master seemed occupied with. Taught muscles rippled under a hide that gleamed with seemingly every shade of bronze under the stars, from pale near-white and metallic yellow to cinnamon and russet red. Mordesk flashed past the silvered waters of the ocean and arrowed unerringly towards that moving spot of shadow on the horizon, the one that called to his very essence and compelled him to Chase.

Violet eyes, framed by twin marks like thorns, whirled and flamed with lust as the handled wher turned to follow his prize towards the forest. Only two browns and a blue had arrived so far to chase the sensual beauty that beckoned him onward so far, but he did not waste time assessing them. Such beasts were unfit to walk under the same stars as this dark queen! But they would see that soon enough. He did not waste his attentions on them, but rather focused on the the lithe temptress that had called him here.

Mordesk is strong, the bronze rumbled, his words quiet, yet powerful for all of their lack of volume. Mordesk is brave. Mordesk cares not for surprise in Weyr. Mordesk waits for Talosk's surprise, no other's. That only surprise that matters.

Oh Talosk was very pleased. She had a blue, two browns, and a bronze all at her tail wanting her approval. Oh yes, much better then any gold! Gold's never had charming blue whers after them, but Talosk had one of each male color! Well, she didn't see any male iolite or spinel, but she had no desire to be chased by them. Males of her color didn't Chase any female, and the spinels simply did not chase female iolites. Sad, yes, but that was how things worked and she was in no position to complain. So she kept her paws moving over the sand, kicking it up with her back legs into the faces of her followers happily, her long tail swaying from one side to the next, brushing lightly over Flask's jaw. Flask must prove, indeed. Many have come for Talosk, how is she to know you best if Flask not show Talosk? she rumbled to her first Chaser to show up. He was a nice looking brown, she liked how he had a handler for Talon, but his handler waited outside the door as if expecting it to open. Was only one of the pair willing to fight for the iolite and Her's? Well that wouldn't do...

Now there was her blue wild chaser. He was a handsome one, but looked meant little in this game of tag. He was smaller then her but he had the speed to make up for it. His paws moved almost as fast as her's, but his words made her hiss. How dare he choose himself as the winner before she had so much as seen if he was worthy to even put his running paws in her pawprints! Talosk snaked her head back, her long neck proving very useful for this and snapped her teeth at him, hissing, Tempest assume to much! Talosk chooses who will win her Run! As for no handler, how can Tempest hope to please Talosk's with no handler?! You and Oak will have to prove selves more then my handled chasers. With that said she turned her attention back to her last two chasers she had yet to address directly. Oak would have heard exactly what Talosk told Tempest, and hopefully would realize that it applied to his as well. Mordesk was the bronze that had joined her Run last, but he seemed eager enough to please her. Mordesk want Talosk's surprises? Talosk hope you solve them like Your's did Talon's surprise. She crooned her approval of his eagerness to play her games.

She turned her eyes back to her intended path, finally seeing the large jagged, pointy rocks that set at the base of the river that twisted through the wild wher's forest. She jumped up onto these rocks and started running over them, being careful not to slip and hurt herself. A trip or a slip would cripple her or her chasers to the point they would be unable to run for at least an hour or so. That would be unfortunate... Talosk would have really smirked wickedly if that was possible. As it was, that expression appeared on Talon's face instead.

At first Talon was ignorant of the handlers outside his door. Of course he heard one ask if he was in the room, but he ignored it and focused on his playing, feeling the fires of lust burn hot within him but unable to bring himself to make getting into his room easier for the chasing handlers. When his door was finally rammed in and forced to open, Talon paused his playing long enough to look at the bronze handler who had either been determined enough, or completely mindless enough, to damage his door and act as if it was a minor thing.... Oh, Talon really liked that! "And who are you?" the handler asked, setting his violin down beside him, gazing at the handler with approval still his face broke into the wickedly sadistic smile that Talosk wished she could make. Talon lifted his eyes from the bronze handler to the brown handler outside the door, beckoning him with a hand to come inside now that his door had been opened. "While being polite is nice, one thing you have to learn about me before trying to mate with me is that I enjoy games. If I give you a challenge, I expect you to overcome it." Talon laughed happily, not the least bit angered by the delay.

Talon stood up and walked to the bronze handler, putting a hand on the other man's cheek and slowly walking around him in a complete circle, eyes wandering up and down his body and hand moving from his cheek, to his neck, shoulder, then his chest. Talon decided he liked this handler and quickly moved on to the brownhandler, doing much the same thing, except giving him a very quick kiss on the forehead as a reward for being the first handler there. He walked back to the bronze handler to give him his reward for busting Talon's door in. That kiss lasted longer, and was put right at the corner of his mouth, teasing him a bit by not making it a proper kiss on the lips. Oh, this was going to be fun.

Oak seemed to whimper as he heard what Talosk said. No handler meant way more work.

Oak like Talosk so Oak stay and work hard enough to prove Oak is good enough. Or so Oak hopes. The brown said as the chase started.

He saw her jump up onto the rocks and go along that way. There was one thing about being as huge as Oak, he could not jump very well. Or balence for that matter.

So he was going to have to make do.

He could not get as high as any of the others but there was a reason he was so huge. All that muscle could easily be used. With some of the smaller and lower rocks he just plowed through them, litterally plowed through them. The others that he could not plow through he had to jump from the base of one to another. Slowly he was getting himself higher but definatly not as fast as Talosk could or some of the other chasers.

If Oak still had Asask's would that make Talosk more happy? The huge brown asked as he used what had been his old name.

Mordesk was working hard. He was a large wher, with a powerful build, and he was strong. But although his long legs helped him to keep up with the smaller, quicker whers, it was definitely not easy to stay behind the beautiful iolite queen. It was a good thing that he could rely on his stamina to carry him through this Run without tiring, otherwise Mordesk would have had an even more challenging race ahead of him. But as it was, the large male wasn't giving up any ground just yet. He pushed himself forward determinedly, grunting with effort. Inwardly he was pleased that Talosk had acknowledged him for the strong and willing bronze that he was, but his visage was stony and determined. Those other males were still present, and he would not relax until they had fled in defeat.

Ahead of him, he could see the dark shape of the slender iolite wher running nimbly through the forest. Nearby he could hear the sound of running water; a river that ran through this part of the forest. Mordesk followed the running figure towards the sound, and saw the outline of sharp and jagged rocks ahead of them. Did Talosk mean to continue until they reached those stones? It was a dangerous addition to an already intense Run.

Back at the Weyr, it could hardly have been more different. The bronze's handler brushed a few locks of straying black hair back into place and smoothed a wrinkle in his impeccably-tidy clothing. Outwardly, the slight man appeared almost to be disinterested in the entire proceedings. But he could feel the throes of Runlust clouding his reasoning, and when he finally raised his eyes to look at Talon they were wide and intense. Mordecai's small mouth pursed under forceful eyes, and after a brief second he dipped his head slightly in greeting. "Mordecai," he said, and somehow managed to make the greeting sour with only one word. Mordecai could never be called gregarious even at the best of times, and Runs only made him even more ornery. In all likelihood, the faster the other chaser was out of the room so they could get down to the sex part of the evening, the happier he would be.

After all, he didn't have time to waste playing around. And he didn't appreciate extra eyes prying into his business.

As the iolitehandler set down his instrument and rose to greet his chasers, Mordecai's steady gaze followed him around the room. Those eyes lowered a bit at the other man's touch, and he leaned into it - just a bit - like a cat enjoying its master's caress. Except everyone knows that cats don't view people as their masters at all. He continued to watch Talon when he continued on to the other handler, eyes shining with an almost predatory gleam. By the time this night was over, Talon would have no time for playing with meek brownhandlers.

Mordesk was heedless of the danger looming ahead of him. Following the iolite wher, he leapt onto the jagged stones and began running over them, placing each paw with care though he had only a fraction of a second to place each one as he continued to move. The knowledge that a single misstep could potentially cost him the Run was looming in his mind, but the gold-tinged bronze brushed it aside and focused on where he was going.

The two parts of the bond may have been far away for now, but mentally they were closer than ever. Mordesk was with His as he ran, and when he felt lips press teasingly to the corner of his mouth, he roared as his eyes blazed violet with lust. Mordecai's half-closed eyes focused abruptly and he darted forward to nip at Talon's retreating mouth, spurred by his wher's wild energy. Blood pounded in the bronzehandler's body and his lips throbbed, but he wouldn't move in just yet. There was still that other male here, and he needed to be watched. As the man's large, midnight eyes slid like razors over to the brownhandler and then back to Talon, in the forest, his bronze half ran on, his gilded hide gleaming like a candle in the night.

Talosk will choose her winner in 1 week, if the other chasers post before then, then maybe I'll give you one more round. If not, whoever doesn't post will most likely not win. The ways I randomize winners is I put everyone who has posted in 5 times each, and anyone who hasn't only once. There are your chances now you have a week to decide if you like them. -laughs evilly-

Flask show Talosk! Flask show Talosk Flask brave and not scared of other males. Talosk see, The brown rumbled in response to the iolite. Already eager to stretch his muscles and move his limbs, he was determined to show he could keep up with the other males. Even if he wasn't better than some of them, he would prove that he at least was just as worthy as them. If any males of higher rank showed up he would not be afraid, because he was prepared to give everything he could for this female. She was no green, but a true queen like a gold! Talosk's tail brushed over his jaw, causing the entire area of his hide to heat up. His violet eyes watched in delight as she walked away, watching the swaying of her body and her long tail. As she walked she kicked up sand, and Flask was met with a rather surprising blow to his face. Snorting and shaking the sand away, he realized that he was no longer the only male here, and others had started to arrive.

What were wild whers doing here? No wild wher was good enough to win a Weyr queen! Especially not a blue! Though his wings instinctively tucked toward his body at the threatening gesture from the blue, Flask lowered himself a bit and did the same, baring his fangs back at the wild wher. His tail lashed briefly, and his narrowed eyes flashed with red. Wild Dumb-blue no chase Talosk! Talosk Weyr Queen, He growled, clawing gashes into the sand to prove his point. Another wild wher appeared, and even though this one was the same rank as himself, he wasn't as aggressive, so Flask didn't spare any warnings for Oak. Most of Flask's attention was turned to the large bronze as he approached, this one a handled bronze that he even recognized. Mordesk bronze, but Mordesk not win Talosk, Flask said to himself, watching Talosk determinedly.

Before he knew it, the iolite had took off, running toward the river that led out of the Weyr's land and into wild wher territory. Knowing that the more speedy whers would gain an advantage over him if he didn't move- especially that blue- Flask wasted no time in chasing after the female. Well-trained muscles worked easily along with the blood of his killed wherry to give him an easy burst of speed. It was only the beginning so he had energy to spare, although as the Run wore on he would probably start to feel the effects of exhaustion. He wasn't thinking about that at that moment as he chased after Talosk, moving toward the jagged outcropping of rocks at the base of the river. Up and over the boulders he went, careful not to slip on the damp rocks as the queen likely thought he would. Though he wasn't perfect, and he almost slipped up a few times, his claws managed to grasp the rocks well enough to keep him up. Flask powered after her, not bothering to conserve his energy and simply using all his strength to try to get ahead of the other males.


His call into the room was ignored, and the person inside the room kept on playing. What in Faranth's name was going on? Was the iolitehandler purposely avoiding the Run, or ignoring it as impossible as that would be? From the sound of the music, the handler seemed entirely unconcerned at the fact that his bonded was currently trying to find a mate. It couldn't be that they were fearful of the Runlust like some newly graduated wherling, or else there wouldn't be music being played in favor of cowering in the corner of the room. Whatever the reason, Flainn was not very keen on having to stay outside for the entire Run. Sooner or later the Queenhandler would be unable to resist the natural urge and would have to open the door.

It wasn't long before another handler appeared. This man looked to be the same age as himself, although the serious looking male didn't stop to spare any words of greeting. Rather rude, Flainn decided, and as he directed a slight scowl in the bronzehandler's direction he wondered if he would be stuck settling with this man if the iolitehandler never ended up letting the chasers in. How unpleasant that would be. The other chaser never said anything at all, in fact, and instead backed up with an intense look on his face. Flainn watched, dumbfounded, as the other handler proceeded to run at the door and slam full-force into the heavy barrier, effectively breaking it down and sending him stumbling into the room.

...Well that was one way of going about it.

With a disapproving scowl on his face, the brownhandler entered the room, much less interested in making himself look desperate and inconsiderate. Talon seemed to have liked the drastic measures, and that made Flainn more irritated than he usually was at Runs. Had he done the same, it would be him getting attention first from the young handler instead of second. As Talon circled around the bronzehandler, the remaining man stifled the usual feelings of jealousy. Then Talon came toward him and did the same as he had with the other chaser, and Flainn's eyes followed the younger handler's form with longing. He was rewarded with a kiss on the forehead, and with Talon moving away Flainn thought that it hadn't lasted long enough before he was back to the bronzehandler.

Well, Flainn wasn't going to let him get all of the attention. He walked closer to the two without heed of what they were doing at the moment and moved to get closer to Talon. Draping an arm over Talon's shoulders, he let out a sigh and shook his head, ignoring Mordecai in that moment. "I am terribly sorry, love, for I had not expected such an act by my fellow chaser to be welcomed. Had I known, I would have discarded my reluctance at being rude. But it does not matter now, for we are here. My name is Flainn, by the way. Of brown Flask."

At least there were no other handlers here. He only had to worry about one.

Talosk leaped through the rocks before finally reaching the smooth sand again. Her legs were getting tired so she had to end this soon. Her lust boiled white hot within her as she looked back her remaining chasers. They had all done so well, but only one was truly worthy of her and Talon. She gave Flask a gentle tap with her tail fork before bolting away from him, no, he was good and all but not the right one. She wanted a mate who could defend her, her clutch, and who's handler knew how to solve the many games Talon would throw at them before the night was over. Mordesk, come to Talosk. Chosen as best now claim prize. she slowed to let him catch up, feeling her legs beginning to really burn from the long run. Well, long run considering how low her stamina naturally was.

Back in the room, Talon took up the choice when Talosk announced it. He tenderly pet one of Flainn's arms as the handler put them on his shoulders, but his Runlust was redirected immediatly to the other chaser. Talon didn't want to leave the brownhandler to face mating lust without a partner, so, thinking fast and impulsively, the iolitehandler turned and whispered gently into his ear, "I have a friend who will be happy to help you through the night. Do'van of Platinum Regalith, he will most likely be sleeping but just wake him up and I'm sure he won't mind once you tell him the reason," with that said, Talon slipped from Flainn's embrace and gently led him to the door, lust raging through him almost to strongly to control. Once the brownhandler was out the door, Talon waved him goodbye and turned to Mordecai with darkly lustful eyes. With a swiftness to rival his wher when she hunts, Talon darted up to him and pushed him backwards into his bed. "I know you are impatient, so lets see just how long we can keep each other busy before I get bored and get... creative," he clawed at the handler's clothes, his own coming off rather easily.
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Here are the randomizer results:
1. Mordesk
2. Flask
3. Flask
4. Mordesk
5. Oak
6. Mordesk
7. Mordesk
8. Mordesk
9. Oak
10. Tempest
11. Oak
12. Flask
13. Oak
14. Flask
15. Oak
16. Flask