Silence.

Mostly.

There was a soft groan from the blue flitter that was lounged out by the dragon kin, the rainbow-y wher dead asleep. Neither flitter nor handler wanted to stir the horse-built creature. If they did, they both knew she’d be in an angry mood. She had been so touchy lately and they both knew why. Skyler stretched out his light, pale blue paw, curling it and clawing at the ground beneath him just to see what its power was. It did no different from what his teal paw would’ve done. Sighing, Skyler looked over at the companion he had come to accept over the turn. Kiannask was beautiful with her multi-colored rainbow-and-white hide. She didn’t need to snap at him anymore and she never seemed eager to give him purpose for running to Kia. If anything, he often preferred sitting on her shoulders and gnawing at her tail aimlessly rather than being attached to Kianna’s shoulder.

This time, it was Kianna that feared the wher rather than her flitter or other people. Kiannask had been sleeping for Faranth knows how long. She hadn’t been keeping track of the seconds that passed them. All she knew was that she sat in front of her wher with an intent look on her face. Skyler was sprawled out like some sort of canine between her and Kiannask. Outside, a warm wind was blowing which was odd for a beautiful fall night. Fall was usually cool at night, soothing to the nerves for all of the negative ions floated about, being absorbed and causing the brain to generate a sense of warmth and care. But the air was warm. Was it a warning, a hint? The air now was nothing like the other winds. Its heat caused the riders to sulk and the handlers to groan about the night. They didn’t want it.

Nobody did.

Skyler was slouched like this for a reason, all stretched out, wings straightened, tail unmoving, bright blue paw just scratching at the ground. Nobody could be happy when the warm winds blew. Kianna felt drowsy because she had been watching her wher for almost half of the day-time. Now it was back to night, the moons were high and the weather was dreadful. Moist, hot, unbearable. Nothing else could describe it. She reached up and stroked her hair to relieve it of a few knots calmly. She had always wanted to help her wher when she could but Kiannask was so much against help.

A paw twitched and a teal head shot up to look at it while Kianna sat straighter, worried this was the start. However, a sharp snore and a curl of the white nose denied it. So much for that. She was exhausted by this point. They had things to do, duties to begin, but neither wher nor handler were up for the task, especially with the Run soon to come. The iolite, Talosk, had made her Run and now it was all too obvious. Hers was the only opalite around with the urge to Run, as far as she knew. Any others were unknown to the girl. Still, it was scary. She had never thought of Kiannask having a Run before. The idea of it was almost unimaginable. Kiannask, so snippy and cold with males, would probably decide to collapse alone in a pile of worn out opalite rather than choosing a male that dared to even look her way.

Skyler lifted himself up, tired of waiting as well, and decided to nap. He leaped at Kianna and used her shoulder as a leaping point, landing on the furs before cuddling up hastily for rest. Let the sharding wher Run when she pleased. He needed rest more than he needed to support Kianna’s worry. The girl would probably fall asleep soon anyways. Watching her flitter turn in for rest, there was half of a thought of joining him and that half of a thought grew into a full thought. Then it was real. She leaned back and decided on the better part of the decision. She leaned back and decided that it was a grand idea, something she would quickly take part in. Besides, she had waited long enough for Kiannask to wake.

Her eyes closed, mind fading away and slowly sleep drifting over her. However, the moment, she started to fall away into the world of dreams, her wher stirred. First it was a tail. Then it was a paw. Then it was the body and, lastly, the eyes that opened, red flecking throughout them. The time had come for her to move and call forth the males of Libertas.

Her handler moaned, looking out at her opalite curiously only to be shocked as the rainbow-hued beast stood, silent as a mouse but moving with the strange gait her gangly body provided. The wher didn’t even look towards Kianna. ”Kiannask!” the girl shrieked, shocked that now was the time the wher decided to Run. ”Kiannask, wait! Please, no!” She was up in a heartbeat, lurching out to grab hold onto her wher’s back. Though usually this would result in the person’s arm being snapped off, the wher just jerked her head sharply at Hers, a growl rippling from her, slow and dangerous.

Kiannask's not stop Kiannask. Good girl stay. Wait for good handler. Make woman of Kiannask's. Not worry. Kiannask good wher. Make good decision. Her usually airy voice was rough, a roll of thunder among those clouds high above. Kianna jerked her hand back, shocked by the reaction Kiannask had given her. The wher had never snapped at Kia in such a way. It was… brutal. Sensing the uneasiness Kia had, the wher turned and nudged her maw against the hand she had pulled away from the companion. Kiannask must. Run far, run strong! Kiannask's stay and make good woman. Good woman to good man. No handler touch Kiannask's until then. Be proud. Be firm. No kindness. Men wherries at heart. Now must go. Not wait. Blue-Flyer protect well. Blue-Flyer not let Kiannask's be harmed. Skyler lifted his head and cooed at being named by the wher. It was as if he sensed it, which he usually did considering the wher’s gaze flicked to him for a moment.

”Run strong, my friend,” Kia whispered, voice choking up with tears and strained with stress. Kiannask paused, staring at Hers in wonderment, before turning away and jogging out of the sight of the two she called her comrades. They would not need to wait long. Kiannask would know the right wher when the time came. She ran far, she ran hard. She didn’t put ever ounce of power into her strides but she put enough in it for hunger clawed at her stomach. She needed food. She needed prey. ’Cautious with your feeding. I don’t want you to lose your opportunity to have a good male. A good Run shall mean good chasers.’

Indeed it shall.

Her prey? A herdbeast that had wandered away from its herd. The whers that were trying to keep these guarded didn’t even stand a chance as she tackled the poor, young thing to the ground. It tried to wail, it really did. The only wailing, however, came from the startled handlers that guarded the herd. She made her kill swift, fangs digging deep into the veins of its neck. A galloping brown was barking out some sort of call to her, trying to order her to leave, but it did no good because the next instant, she was gone. The remaining body laid there, deep gouges in its neck showing her power.

Yet it would be this Run that showed the true power of the opalite. Her hunger was satiated for the blood but now, as her eyes darkened to a contracting shade of purple, she reared up and roared out for the one thing her hunger needed more. Males. Males of Libertas and males of the wild would all know that today was the day she ran and no male would win if they underestimated her. It was the littlest ones that always fought the hardest, always made the biggest impressions. And now was the time to prove that.

Any male with good strength, good power, come for Kiannask! Kiannask say come, males, or die trying!

And she meant it to.

Let the males die trying to earn her praise.

Any male with good strength, good power, come for Kiannask! Kiannask say come, males, or die trying!

A dark blue head came up suddenly at the sound of the female's challenge. Imp seemed to smirk to himself at who exactly was beginning her Run. One of the ones still in the wher, an Opalite, had made her challenge and though it meant returning to a place he utterly despised, Imp was going to answer that call- as he did so love a challenge. 'Hmm...so Rainbow-Beauty Runs, who is Imp to not answer?' So therefore he wouldn't. Letting out an answering roar of challenge that echoed through the night air, Imp took off after the female, his smaller and leaner size aiding him in gathering speed quickly. He wouldn't simper to this female, nor any other, but he would definitely let her know he was there.

Rainbow-Beauty! Imp has answered call! Come into dangerous place to chase most worthy one. No pretty words from Imp, just promise Imp is strong and will chase Rainbow-Beauty anywhere.

These words he meant whole-heartedly. Being anywhere near the weyr was dangerous for him, but he was bold if nothing else and chasing this female would prove that. Even though he was only the first of what may be many chasers, he was proud that he'd answered her call first. Head held high proudly, Imp flicked his tail then pushed himself to go faster so that he was that much closer to the female he was after. Blood boiling, heart pound, he chased. This was going to be fun.

Oak strong! Came the call from the forest as a hulking brute of a brown ran.

Oak fast! He proclaimed as he galloped towards the female with his powerful legs.

On his way though he made a small detour. After all a good chase needed blood. He pounced angrily on a feline and crushed in under his weight.

Oak best. He stated as he stopped in front of the opalite and puffed out his chest, dwarfing the blue.

((Sorry it is short but g2g))

NPC Conyr of Blue Cosk

Conyr lounged in his weyr not really doing anything since he'd gotten the night off. It had been a lucky draw he figured. If only he knew how lucky. His blue wher Cosk had been a bit antsy since the run of the Iolite. Cosk hadn't chased but he'd been acting weird ever since.

Suddenly the head of said dark blue shot up.

Kiannask run Cosk chase. Catch pretty one. the blue announced. Conyr sighed. Oh this was going to be fun.

Cosk headed out to find the Opalite that was running. He caught a wherry on the way, the hot blood adding fuel to the flames. He reached the Opalite to find that a wild blue and brown were also chasing.

Cosk run for Kiannask. Run strong. Run anywhere Kiannask runs. Cosk proclaimed holding his head high despite the bigger brown's display. He was not afraid. The large blue would chase and he would win! This pretty rainbow was his and his alone!

Conyr slipped on a shirt before pulling his shoulder length black hair into a loose runner's tail. His lean five foot seven frame made its way down the halls to the weyr that he guessed belonged to the handler of the Opalite. He'd never met this particular pair but that happened on Runs. He sighed and knocked on the door so as not to startle the handler.

"Um...Hi. My blue is chasing your Opalite." he said a bit sheepishly. For some reason he always turned shy at Runs. He normally wasn't shy but Runs got him feeling awkward for some reason. He sighed. He really needed to get over this but that would wait until after this Run.

"I'm Conyr by the way." he added introducing himself.

((How to tell I'm bored... I base NPC's off of 90s Nickelodian shows! =D))

NPC Brown Arnsk


Arnold was asleep, for all that it was nighttime, his football shaped head unfortunately denting his pillow. He was full grown, no longer in New York Hold, and now was in Libertas Weyr, with his very own wher. Who rather looked like he had a fro.

Arnsk was very brown, and his eye-ridges protruded with a special degree of ugliness. They were nearly black, as was the rest of the top of his head...the rest of his head being rather rounded out. He was a good natured brown. Arnold's best friend.

And then Kiannask called.

/Y'know, Arnsk know story. Stoop Wher once chased pretty females. Is Arnsk's turn now,/ the youthful brown declared, referencing a long-gone friend from Arnold and Arnsk's group of peers. Stoop Wher had been a wild wher, and perhaps that was why he was gone now, but Arnsk looked up to him. He had been scared once, but no more.

Arnold woke up.

"Whu? What about Stoop Wher?" He shrugged as Arnsk ran out the door, and followed instinct to Kianna's location. "Hey," he said simply. He introduced himself, "Arnold."

Arnsk however was more chatty.

/Arnsk think Kiannask fine,/ the brown said eagerly, assessing his competition. He was smaller than the other brown, and that was fine by him. He would be quicker. And with Kiannask, it was quickness that counted.

It wasn’t very often that Grin wandered near the weyr where his tamed relatives lived with their flesh sacks. He was rather smart enough to avoid the place but the reason for him being so close to the weyr this night was the search for prey. He knew from experience that sometimes herdbeasts got out from the weyr which made them easy prey for wild whers like him. However, his search for easy prey had to be postponed. There was a much greater need that needed to be addressed.

A female. A female was running!

A rolling, amused growl came out from the blue wher as he started to trot towards the source of the call. She desired a male from the wild and he would fearlessly answer her call! He was not afraid of the domesticated males that would chase the female. He was stronger than all of them! He could hunt on his own and survive on his own! He didn’t need some silly human to take care of him! He lived all by himself!

With a bellow that announced his arrival, the healthy, striped wher joined in on the chase to catch the female opalite. Ooo, an opalite. He had not had one of those in a long time. This would be certainly be worth his time. He could always hunt later anyways.

The male quickly joined pace with the other males and made it clear with harsh, feral snarls and bites that he was not a wher to mess with. He could and would kill another male without any hesitation on his part if it brought him closer to winning the female who ran on this night. The only victor this night would be him!

The viciousness, Talox was familiar with. Talsk always grew snappy before a Run. The intensity however, was incredible. Talox could feel his body quivering, could feel the flames of emotion fluctuate as his charge turned upon the herdbeasts. There were angry shouts, but when the Blue turned red-violet eyes upon the fellow Handlers, they grew quiet.

Talox groaned, swaying, hand running over his face. Shard it all! Saliya was too far away, and all the Handlers here were male. Great Fewmets, there went the Opalite, streaking by! Before Talox could call Talsk back, the Blue was streaking after her, scarred hide clearly visible,even amongst the herd of males thundering after.

Cursing feelingly, Talox stumbled, mind guiding him towards the weyr. Talsk's nasty chuckles rang within his mind and the Wherling Master snarled.

Lovely female much better than Saliyask's. Female for one night, not cling like parasite! Best Female Kiannask!

Chirping fiercely, the scarred wher bounded, flaring his tattered wings, jaw snapping at the nearest male in a display of power and glee.His human could not fight the lust coursing through their veins, could not resist walking through the door, eyes gleaming with hunger. He had enough sense of self to not shove, to not growl and snap at the gathered men.

"Talox of Blue Talsk"

He gushed, roving eyes on the female body, taking in her exotic features. Guilt licked his innards, even as his tongue flicked out to moisten his lips.

Males good, 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!))

Cosk watched as Kiannask inspected all the males. They all earned some rebuttals for slights and he wasn't cut any slack. Cosk follow. Cosk run where Kiannask runs. Cosk prove good runner. Keep up with Kiannask. Prove other males slow. Cosk declared when Kiannask asked him if he could prove to be a good runner. Oh yes he was a good runner all right. He would show her that. He watched as she finished her inspections though he had to wonder why she even let the wild ones chase. They didn't deserve to run in her wake. He bounded after her when she took off. He would stay strong alright. He would outlast all the other males. Kiannask would see that. He hissed softly at the other males but made no moves toward them. He didn't need to waste his energy fighting. No he needed to use it running. His legs pumped smoothly underneath him.

Conyr's heart fairly stuttered at the sound of Kianna's voice. A soft musical sound it was like hearing an angel. He shivered slightly under her touch. Not from fear or disgust. No he shivered with need. But the man realized this must be the opalitehandler's first Run. She seemed as nervous as he did. He smiled and nodded at her next statement. He couldn't help the first few awkward moments of a Run.

"Yes, he is a good wher." he replied, his voice huskier than he'd intended. He watched her greet the other handlers keeping the near overwhelming need to protect her in careful check, especially when the wherlingmaster arrived. The man seemed too harsh for the delicate opalitehandler. Kianna would be new to this and Conyr was going to do his best to be gentle, Runlust be damned.

He was a bit startled when Kianna's flitter landed hard on his chest but only moved to keep the blue from falling. However the action wasn't needed as the flit quickly moved on to the rest of the men. Connor mentally rolled his eyes at the flitter. The blue was being a smidge over-protective but really Conyr didn't blame him. He almost laughed as the flit didn't seem to find any of the men appropriate for his but then the blue disappeared. He noticed the blush creep up on Kianna's fair cheeks. Poor girl. This had to be her wher's maiden run.

He heard the soft moan she tried to stiffle and he had to stiffle one of his own as a wave of Runlust hit him. Kianna's exotic looks were intoxicating but he held himself in check.

"Just relax, let your wher's thoughts become your own." he murmured softly. It was the easiest way to deal with the riot of emotions during a run. Not that he blamed Kianna for being nervous. He gently reached out and brushed a hand down her arm in a mimicry of the movement she'd done earlier. Her skin was soft under his fingers but he made sure his touch didn't linger. No need to make the other men jealous or Kianna more nervous though he'd probably already done the first and maybe the second. Oh well. Too late now.

Oak prove then. Oak do what Asask's taught Oak. Oak said with a growl to his tone. He did not like mentioning his old handler. Asato had raised Oak untill Oak was old enough to take care of himself. Then Asato abandoned him.

Then as soon as Kiannask had finished with the other males and ran Oak was after her. Proving that he was fast and strong at the same time. Each time he took a stride it was the length of two strides of a blue and he was keeping up very well.

[ACCIDENTLY POSTED A NEW REPLY SO IT'S ON THE BOTTOM.]

When the Opalite came galloping to him, Grin let out a pleased rumble to the heated female. When he was greeted with a snarl and shove, he responded with a minor snarl of his own. He then quickly gave the female a nudge that was followed with a nuzzle. He could see that he would need to lay on the charm to win her over. It wasn’t that he wasn’t incapable of it, he just preferred not to use the honeyed words. ‘Grin apologizes for not telling Beauty his name. Grin does not deserve snarl from Beauty. Grin hope Opalite forgive Grin for calling her Beauty for he thinks Beauty better name for her then Kiannask. ‘ The older blue crooned to the female, his voice rugged and smoky, yet holding a sense that he knew more than he was letting on. His gaze swept over her multicolored form and admired on how she looked like a feline. He did quite enjoy this fact but of course did not dwell on it much. He had to focus on making sure he won this Run and that his line would be carried on. He was a strong wher and would be just as strong sire!

When the female turned away, he was quick to be on her tail. Possessive. To show he was all too willing to fight for the opalite. When Talsk snapped at him, he returned the snap with just as much viciousness and more. His violet ridden hues became flecked with hints of red at the fellow blue for daring to snap at him.


(( To be finished when I get back ))

Imp warbled happily at the acknowledgement from the Opalite he had come for. He growled excitedly at her when her hide brushed his. This was why he'd risked coming here. Any danger was worth a lovely female. Imp will show Rainbow-Beauty is is worthy. Will stay with her until she sends him away. Imp won't let Weyr-Males chase him away. Imp will show he won't give up. That was the only thing he said to her before he watched her patiently as she inspected the other males.

Once the female had finished and took off, Imp let out a rumbling roar of challenge and was after Kiannask in a quick shot of grace and speed. He was smaller yes, probably the closest to the Opalite in size, but he'd use that fact to his advantage and show them that small size didn't mean small endurance. He would prove wild wher males were much superior to their kept cousins in the weyr. Never would he be better than Kiannask was, or any female for that matter, but he'd prove to her and the others that he was the best amongst this group of males. He had to be to survive.

Talsk growl-crooned as the slender female sashayed over. Gleaming eyes drank in her hide, glowing,luminescent, magnificent.

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.

Talsk speak little. Prove much. Actions more than words.

The Blue purred, flaring his torn wings wide, throwing his impressive scars into display.
Then, with a flick of her tail, the Opalite was gone, tiny paws swiftly tearing the earth.

With a mighty bugle, the scarred brute lunged after her, sprinting right on Kiannask's tail. As Talsk was Chasing the pale specter of a wher, Talox was Chasing her Handler.

The young man was unaware of the affect he was having on the young woman. All he knew and felt was his desire, which coursed thick within his veins. A steady pulse not unlike the thrum of paws upon the ground. His dark eyes were bright, bright for her.

He watched her hips sway as she walked over, bowing. It was as if his body was being controlled by another, as his hand reached out to run his finger through her dark ebony hair. So different from Saliya's but just as soft.

The Wherling Master was startled from his observations by a Blue Firelizard, which smacked into his shoulder. Talox yelped in surprise at the soft snout sniffling and scowled. What was this thing doing in here? Interfering with his Chase....It would pay. But the dratted flitter was off before he could do anything about it. Talox could only nod dumbly, tongue not capable of more than a few words of human speech. Voice low and rough, he growled.

"Many to choose from, only one will be best."

It was obvious from the boy's tone who exactly was the best of the pack of beasts.

((Sorry that I can't post again but this has taken long enough and it's time we brought this poor opalite to a halt. I hope you enjoyed it while it lasted!

Winner was totally randomized! Winner is…))



The opalite couldn’t believe how long she had Run. It felt like she had flown all over Libertas and the wild lands before she felt tired. Though this was not reality, far from it, she felt satisfied with her distance and speed. The males all continued to be so strong, all of them wanting to be hers for only an evening. She wanted the best though. She wanted one that would make her proud to be a wher. She looked over her shoulder at those that followed. Half wild, half Libertas whers. It would be hard to choose. She slowed slightly, letting them close in on her tail, before she darted off again, diving down a hill through the trees. They didn’t honestly think they could catch her, did they?

She felt like a runner, rushing through an open field, wind whipping at her skin. Ah, it was a magnificent feeling. But that was the end to dreams, wasn’t it? She mentally singled out the whers, one by one, thinking of them as the father of her clutch. They were idiots. All of them. None of them could truly father her clutch, could they? Ha! Oh, there would be one though. Her body ached for more than rest. It ached for the male that would be her mate. She didn’t look back. She knew who she wanted. She knew he’d be perfect for her, the opalite beauty. The rainbow-shaded wher was huffing, panting for the end. She needed to choose but half of her mind denied letting her. Would any of them truly appreciate what she was? Was it only the Run that made them so sweet? Ah, why did it matter anymore? She just needed to stop. She needed to run on forever with the male of her choice at her side.

Kianna, on the other hand, was scared, not tired. The males offered to her were wonderful- except maybe Arnold. She still thought there was some sort of tumor making that head so strangely shaped- and yet she didn’t know what to do. She would go to Conyr, his gentleness soothing her well in this moment. There was Talox too but… she didn’t know what to think of him. He seemed so cold to her. She was a warmer person though, always eager to give what she could. He just seemed so large, so brutish. She felt small. But that did not tear her eyes away from him for long. Between these two, she yearned for something that she did not know. The young girl wished she had something else, something easier to understand. It was all so confusing. It was all too fast. Males good but... one male better... She blinked and concentrated on the lusty thought that faded into her mind.

’A male for me or you?’

For Us, Kianna. Your Kiannask never forget her Kianna.

The girl looked at the males and knew one of their whers could be chosen. Her opalite only needed to make it known. She could feel the running legs of Kiannask, the urge for the choice. She wished to know, she wished she had something better than just this uncertainty. The white-based form was running up a hill, weaving through the trees, trusting the males had enough smarts to attempt catching her now, but she lunged to the top, the peak of this mini-mountain. Then she reared back and gave a defiant roar. They had fought hard but she did not want them there anymore. Not the useless ones. She landed on her paws and dove at the males, brushing her hide against the blue one she had chosen. Her warm croon rang as she ran her heated body down his, turning back to the hill top. All males go! No longer needed here. Kiannask not need them. Kiannask made choice. Leave! Her eyes were a fierce purple by this point as they landed back on the one she wanted. His scarred hide made her give a wherish grin of approval. Talsk stay. Talsk is Kiannask's choice. Come, join Kiannask. Opalite sees good wher in Talsk. Come to Kiannask. Run won. Talsk won Kiannask.

Kianna whimpered as she felt the urges now settle purely on one and she gazed up at his face to determine it. She walked to him, practically falling into his arms, weak with need. She had never experienced this before, she did not know. She trembled as she laid against his chest, her forehead pressed against body. Then she brought her dark eyes to look up at his. She couldn’t say anything. How could she? She was so overrun by these things she didn’t know, this warmth, this need, this passion. She just stared up at him, the height difference making her feel only smaller. She prayed Kiannask had made a proper choice for this was going to be a first for both of them. She stood on her tiptoes, just tall enough to find his lips with her own, and she laid them together. She was Talox’s, if only for one night.

But one night would forever change the Weyr for Opalite Kiannask was done. Her Run was complete. Only one word ran similarly between handler and wher and both thought it as they had their males to themselves.

He is worthy.



((Round 1-

1. Cosk
2. Imp
3. Oak
4. Arnsk
5. Talsk
6. Grin

Round 2-

1. Cosk
2. Imp
3. Oak
4.Talsk
5. Arnsk

Round 3-

1. Cosk
2. Imp
3. Talsk
4. Oak

Round 4-

1. Imp
2. Talsk
3. Cosk

Round 5-

1. Talsk
2. Imp

Thank you Mr. Randomizer! You’ve seen it folks. No lies, no changes here. Mr. Randomizer claims the winner to be Blue Talsk! Congrats! Hope to see a fat opalite soon!))

The Run had been fast and hard, just the way Talsk liked it. He was born to sprint and dodge, leap and turn. Where ever the clever Opalite chose to place her paws, Talsk was a step behind her, a sky-blue shadow. A wriathe of the night.

His muscles ached, and his breath was coming fast, puffs of air forming clouds above his nostrils. Long grass whipped the male's hide, spurred the lust to a fever pitch, had him dig in just a little bit more for a burst of speed. Muscles screamed, begged the brute to stop, take respite. Talsk would not give in! He shoved,threw himself up after the female, the hill arduous for him to climb, doublely for Kiannask. The Blue couldn't help but admire her strength of will, her determination to elude them all. It would not be enough though, because one male here would have the honor of siring a clutch!

Kiannask wheeled, rearing on her hind legs and giving roar. It was a sweet, clear song that resonated in the ears and hearts of the Chasers. Would she choose now? Yes, she was bounding back, springing at the eager, sweating pack. Specifically at him. Talsk froze, a bit unsure. Was she teasing him for a male further back? No, no she was crooning, brushing her opalescent hide against his. She was his. Turning to face the hill top, his glorious Kiannask dismissed the others, for only one scarred beast was worthy of her!

All males go! No longer needed here. Kiannask not need them. Kiannask made choice. Leave!

She turned to look at him, the flecks of red leaving her smooth,lamp like eyes, only leaving violet desire. Talsk crooned, a deep, rasping sound.

Talsk stay. Talsk is Kiannask's choice. Come, join Kiannask. Opalite sees good wher in Talsk. Come to Kiannask. Run won. Talsk won Kiannask.

The female did not need to ask twice. Growling, the bulky wher nuzzled along her body, rearing up with a grunt behind her. Taking the back of the rainbow hued wheress's neck between his jaws, he twined their tails together.

Back in the weyr, Talox felt a primal cry release from his lips, dark eyes glittering with his wher's triumph. He glared at the other men present, no longer Talox but Talsk-Talox, gathering the whimpering woman into his arms and pressing her flush against his body. The quivering of her body was intoxicating, as the was the sweetness of her kiss.