she rumbled, eyes flashing onto each one of them momentarily. They spoke big, they looked big. The dwarfed opalite lowered her head, hissing at them like some sort of cat. She did not like their attitudes. They would need to show her something worth her while if they dared to even ponder the idea of siring her wherlets. Still… each had his perk.
There was the wild blue that first appeared. He wasn’t that large, half a reason why Imp seemed to be a perfect name. He was such an interesting one, the colorings, the way he spoke, even his name for her- Rainbow-Beauty- made her like him already. He risked his tail being in Libertas and she loved courage. She stepped towards him first- the first arrival always got first attention. She eyed him suspiciously, half doubting he was here for her. He wasn’t bad though. She loved the paw print over his eyes. She knew he’d be a top contender if he could keep up. She reached out and walked by him, skin barely brushing his. BlueImp good male. Strong male? Yes? Keep up with Kiannask? We see. Worthy of Kiannask? We see.
She bounded away from him before he could lay a claw on her, her eyes turning to the new contender. This was another wild one, a handsome brown that made her ichor burn.
He had a dusty face and a dirty ring around his neck, all of it natural to his hide. But he spoke so proudly that half of her mind wanted to bite him. The other crooned for him to win and prove it. She rushed at him, not bothering to slow until the last second where she had almost clashed with him, shoulder to shoulder. She was a half a head shorter than him so her bared fangs came near his face when her head was lifted. Why Oak say strong? Why Oak say fast? Is Oak best? Let actions prove. Words not worth dung unless Oak prove words well.
Then she slipped away from him, letting her growl echo in his ears. It’d be his warning, his inspiration of why he’d have to try hard to catch her. She would not accept pure words. She wanted to see these males lash and leap and tackle and roar just for her. She was their center of attention and she would not take it any other way.
A new blue came, this one from Libertas. He spoke without the ways of saying he was best. He didn’t make that stupid mistake. But Kiannask felt her wherish grin twitch when he mentioned running where she would run. The fadings of dark blue to light was intriguing to say the least. She stalked over to him much like a feline stalking its prey. Her gangly legs, when crouched, made her a daring foe. Her fangs were bared again, just as taunting as she had been with Oak. Kiannask run far, run fast. Kiannask run through forest, rivers. Cosk follow? Stay strong? BlueImp good runner. BigOak good too. Cosk prove good runner?
She was up to him now, face matched almost to his. She flashed her forked tongue out, the edges brushing his muzzle in a careful show of interest, before she turned away. More chasers were on their way. She sensed it.
Only this one would not be praised. He was handsome, that was for sure. But his words had angered her. The others had complimented her with “beauty” and power. But him? He entered calling her “fine.” She lunged at him, teeth snapping near his neck momentarily before throwing her tail out, the tip hitting him though just enough for a scolding pat. If Kiannask fine, Arnsk fine. But Kiannask not fine. Kiannask great. Make run good or Kiannask not look at Arnsk for sire to wherlets. Not want male that think Kiannask fine.
She had not thrown him out of her mind. She just needed to push him into the right state of mind. He wouldn’t dare try that again or he’d surely lose his spot.
Another blue. Fun. This one was darker than the ones that had arrived. Wild like Imp, he reminded her of a brindle-colored dog. The undercoat of midnight blue then laced with a more sickly blue color made him a demon of a blue. He didn’t speak to her, only allowing his roar to sound. My, what a roar! She crooned and stepped away hastily from Arnsk to gallop towards him. What a fine specimen but what a foolish one. He thought he could just come in her, snapping at the males and strut in without a word? Oh, he was a silly, silly wher. She decided he, too, needed to be pushed back into line. She wandered over and pushed him with the force her body could give. It probably only pushed him a half a step aside but it was enough for her to show her snarl. Not know name but Kiannask like StripeyBlue. StripeyBlue need manners. Opalite Kiannask not accept silent blue. StripeyBlue may be wild but might be worth if StripeyBlue be good. Listen well, follow well. Kiannask not wait for StripeyBlue words.
She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of her yearning. He was a good looking wher and a fierce one. But she wouldn’t take a wher that refused to be as flattering as the others.
The last to arrive made her instantly like him. He was covered in scars. Green, ichor touched scars. She liked that. He seemed to be older than the other males that rolled in and that was just fine by her. She was eager to see what the male could do. His sky blue hide was magnificent, all coated in cuts and tears. She wondered what wild wher or feline had done that to him. Had he won the battle? (Not that Kiannask knew the story behind Talsk. She assumed it was in battle that he received these scars.) His poor wings though! It wasn’t as if wher-wings were that important but his were cut and torn and just overall a ghastly sight. He was a warrior. And he spoke nicely. Talsk has body, has looks. But Talsk have mind? Kiannask see. Talsk run hard for Kiannask, might make good sire. But wild whers and others look good. Must stand out.
Not that he didn’t already but he needed to stand out in action. She flicked her tail and turned away from them. She couldn’t’ stand anymore. It hurt her ichor to not answer the call that raided her. Kiannask run! Males stay strong!
And then she was off.
However, it was a far different story back in the weyr of a certain handler. The opalitehandler was not taunting nor snappy with those that arrived. If anything, she turned nervous. She had not had her opalite Run before and she had not had a man, considering that was all that arrived. Men. She still had to be her cheery self though. She had to be. Three arrived though her connection with Kiannask said six males chased her. Three wild whers. Not good for Libertas should one of them win this Run. Nobody needed the infected ichor of a wild wher. It was only infected with wildness, no disease. Yet wildness was enough to have whers killed.
No time to dwell on facts that she had made up herself though.
She didn’t know anything of the wild wher’s genes. She didn’t need to. She did need to greet her “guests” though. Her blue flitter decided that despite his depressing demeanor, he’d have to sit guard and make sure each male was worthy. It was for Kiannask. He may have been gentle usually but today he was tense, roughened by the same nervousness that His felt. He knew this feeling already, nervousness. He had been bonded to her father for twenty-eight years of his life, since the day he had hatched and then been attacked by the vicious brown that was his brother. Though he had only been with Kianna for four, he had known her since she was created and then birthed. She was a thing to protect and love. She would not be harmed under his eye.
Kianna stared at the men just as Kiannask did. Like human like wher, I guess. Her choices were far less limited though. First was Conyr. He had knocked then entered. He seemed so shy and she couldn’t help but smile for he was cute when he was nervous. He was handsome and she could feel her body warming with Kiannask’s as the blue wher he had entered. His hair was longer than most men but she liked it. He looked only… manlier, if that was the proper word to use. She couldn’t complain at all. She felt bad though already. That was the downfall to Kianna and the Runs her opalite would participate in. Somebody was going to lose and that wasn’t right. Though it wasn’t right to have so many men in her bed, it still pained her to know some man would have to go home with only the lingering Runlust to accompany him. ’I will be strong.’ ”Good evening, Conyr,”
she said in her light voice. She reached out and laid a hand on his arm running it down soothingly though without realizing it was actually also a good way to enhance the lust that would soon hit them fiercely. ”It’s good to see your blue there. I hope she chooses a Libertas wher over the wild ones she’s telling me have shown. But, Conyr, there’s no need to be nervous, okay?”
She closed her eyes and gave a small, tinkling laugh, the one that made true to the words that said she was an angel. ”Your wher is a good wher. Even if she doesn’t choose him, you should be happy to have Cosk.”
A reverberating growl echoed in her mind. Kiannask was not happy with Kianna’s eagerness to please. This was a Run, not an infirmary where everybody could be tended to. ’Silence, my rainbow love,’
she answered. ’I mean no harm in trying to please. Just run fast and fast. Concentrate on your males and I shall concentrate on mine.’
A deal made, she looked around Conyr’s body to see somebody else enter. Though she was a loving girl, she couldn’t help the slight twinge of shock to see his head, the strange oval shape clearly unnatural. Was it a tumor? How was he alive
? The poor man. He introduced himself as Arnold and she nodded. ”A pleasure for your wher to chase my Kiannask, Arnold. I do hope for the best for you as well.”Kianna too nice.’Only as nice as I have to be.’
The last arrival was also a male- no surprise. She looked at him and smiled. She liked him too. Him and Conyr. Arnold… she’d need something to cover her eyes though she hated to admit that. This new arrival... his eyes were different. He did not seem nervous or calm. He was different from the others. Why did he seem familiar? Had she seen him before? He seemed roughened and she accepted it. But ti didn’t make it easier. She was a small girl, a fragile one. A man like him scared her and yet intrigued her. She felt the need ot be careful around him. He also eyed her in a way she’d never been looked at before. Though she wouldn’t lie- she loved the feeling of not being a gentle toy- she still wondered was it the Runlust or was that him? To be polite, she walked around and bowed to him, afraid to touch. ”Good evening, Talox of Talsk. It is good to see you here and to hear your wher is chasing. I am sure the choices left for Kiannask are plentiful and it’ll be hard to choose.”Male scare Kiannask's?! Kiannask not like that. Strong handler but not need be scared, Kianna. Man not risk it. Not with Kiannask near Talsk.’Kiannask!’
Skyler leapt away from the one he called His and landed hard on Conyr’s chest, nose twitching as he took in the scent. He had to make sure each was perfect. Conyr was a good fellow but he was too shy. He would not work! Turning away with a snort, he powered his teal body away into Arnold. This boy looked very strange and he knew Kianna would not like to have him. Well ,he didn’t know but he thought Arnold wouldn’t work. It just didn’t seem right. The last to accept his attention was Talox. He soared the distance over and crashed into Talox’s shoulder, nose already trying to understand this scent as well. No, this man was not a good one either. He was too brutal looking for his Kianna. No, this wouldn’t work at all! None of these males passed his examination. But what could he do? If she chose a wild wher, she’d be left alone with no male to please her. The blue decided his only decision would be to find someplace to hide until this was over. Poor Kianna. He was gone in a flash, the girl left alone with three men. She looked around her, a blush radiating from her cheeks. This was going to be new.
The roar echoed all around. Kianna stiffled an excited moan as her wher did so. The Run had started and now she was in need. But she was young, she was lost. She had no clue what to do. She prayed the men would be kind and guiding.
She was just too new to edge on their lust.((If I get 4 of the 6 whers to post again, I’ll get one more post. Then again with the 4 of 6 then I’ll finish it. Fair? Considering she’ll have a clutch, I’m dragging it out one post more than my usual. Good luck, boys and girls!))