The blue was stalking, hulky body moving like a lumbering bear of old Earth. His swinging gait growled as he saw the wherry nest ahead, mouth salivating at the idea of eating. Eggs weren’t exactly his favorite but food was food no matter where you were. The storm blue hunkered down, creeping ahead, glancing around for the parents. Not here. Good. He wasn’t in the mood to get his back pecked at. With quick work, he snatched up a few in a single bite, snapping down on them as the innards dripped down his throat. It felt good and it tasted delicious after having only old wherry meat. Hungry like as a lion, he ate ravenously, mind dull to anything. He just wanted to eat. The yellow goo ran down his chin, eyes flecking with hints of blue, finally seeming to calm after his anger. Tempest had always had a bad temper.
Once finished, he basically collapsed in the snow, smiling wherishly when he felt just a little bit fuller than he had been. Still, there was a sensation tickling at him that wasn’t going to be satisfied with eggs. It wanted something that wasn’t that. Blood… yes. It wanted blood. Head snapping up, the male seemed to smirk when he heard it. There was a female. Wait… Forest? That crazy, stupid green? Oh boy. This was going to be fun. Standing up, he started walking in that direction, not concerned on his pace. She’d wait for him. She was just like a nice little wherlet. He was more like a large nasty… well, not bronze. He hated relating himself to them. Still. On his way, he found a tunnelsnake that had just killed a lone tunnelcat. A nice bloody meal to satisfy the urges Forest drowned him under. Once satiated, the male turned and started at a jog in the direction of what he was very quick to claim as his female. He was overly confident.
Entering with a great growl, a barkish roar announcing he had arrived. Tempest was a showy one no doubt. His purple, lamp eyes glared at Forest, daring her to test him. Forest no need wait. Others not needed. Tempest here. Run, run, SillyGreen. Forest be caught by StormWher.
The bulky blue lashed his tail with his growl lowered into a lustful purr almost. Forest had been annoying when they met. But now he forgot that completely. He just wanted to see himself win t his green female.
She would be his and there would be no other way about it.
Writing assignments. He despised them. He boy yawned as he scratched the words onto the paper, Keir smacking at his wrist as the bell jingled its lovely tune. Rosina, unconcerned with the odd noise, was curled up on the desk, head rested on her paws as she napped. The tiny pearl twitched her tail slowly, purring in her sleep (at least it seemed like purring.) The brown wher sat nearby, eyeing the paper for their wherlingmaster. Assignments weren’t fun but with Leonisk’s curious questioning and jokes, he managed to make the boy at least keep on task.Leonisk’s write good,
the wher praised, his deep voice resonating in the boy’s mind. Leo grinned, reaching out to pat the mottled nose. He adored Leonisk. The wher had changed his life completely and Leo couldn’t stop ogling at his precious bonded without grinning. He had done well, Impressing a brown and all. He turned, folded the paper, and stuck it aside. That was enough for tonight. ’You up for a beach run?’
he questioned mentally. Run?
the wher parroted, stopping when his eyes gazed beyond Leo, beyond the weyr they were in and into a land far beyond. The teen blinked and waved his hand in front of the distant eyes. ”Hello? Leonisk?”
he called.Forest want males. Need Run. Run hard, Run long. Can males keep up with Forest? Better hurry. Forest not wait. Leonisk sorry but run far. ForestGreen call.
The brown stood, eyeing his bonded with sorrow before turning. Instincts were too strong. He couldn’t stop himself when this green had cried. Leonius leapt up, about to call and question when suddenly he felt the wave of lust. It was so new, so unfelt. Yelping, he fell to his knees, eyes clenching tight when his body pulsed just slightly with the need the wher was only starting to experience. He was so inexperienced and new at this stuff though that it was too much already and it was such a small brush.’Leonisk! No, please, don’t! You can’t do this to me!’
The brown cried loud as he dashed for the woods. He felt awful though the lust was tingling all around him. He couldn’t stop himself and Leo was going to suffer. The mottled brown seemed to be twitchy with each step he took, regretful and unable to go forward with full power. Shaking his head, Leonisk’s purple-swirling eyes also mixed with hints of fearful yellow. He didn’t know what to do. Halting in his steps, the wher shook and cried, worried about His and of the green that had called. He wanted to go but...
No. No, he couldn’t just ignore it. Walking again, the wher picked up speed, slowly but surely rushing at a fast-paced jog. He was full of young energy and power. He could do this. Leo… he’d support him in the end. Right? Shaking the doubt mentally, The handler’s wher jogged into a clearing, already well aware he was in wild wher territory. Three blues were there and he seemed to be the only brown. Stepping up with no more nervousness, Leonisk bowed with no more fears or worries. His eyes stayed purple this time. No fear. No worries. That was how it had to be. Leonisk here, ForestGreen. Young but strong. Run long, sweet green. Leonisk follow true and strong.
Leo curled his hands in the furs of his bed, teeth gnashing as he laid in a huddled ball. This was what he had feared. He had feared for the day Leonisk could no longer hold back for him. Biting down on the furry object, he screamed though it was muffled. He didn’t want these feelings, he didn’t want this connection at a time like this. He just wanted to run away, hide and never return to this. ’Leonisk!’
the young teen mentally cried.
He was never going to be prepared for such drastic lust. Never.