//Dancin' in the Rain!\\ - Wher Aislisk Rising

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It was time. Aislisk knew it. Her's was in their quarters. Nice warm things, though they were... dark. As always. Though with practiced movements, Aislinn grabbed a candle and lit it. Aislisk hummed softly. It's time, mine. I must rise. the usually playful Wher was almost stoic in her voice. Her eyes whirling.

Then suddenly the wher burst out of the door, leaving the red head blind. With out site, she sat back. She'd been in her bedroom, resting. She'd been up most of the day, while Aislisk had slept, and now... now a rise. She'd noticed that Aislisk was being peckish, but she hadn't been paying full attention, obviously.

The wher trumpeted as the heavy air was thick enough for her to get up into the air. She flapped her small wings as she continued to rise a bit. Though she landed again. This would be half on the ground half not. She caught site of the bulls, and jumped in the pen with them, her usual silence around the big animals gone. She raored as she blooded the animal, her's just stopping her from ripping into it and eating it. Then she moved on. Six was enough for this small blueish gold.

With that she climbed to the top of the fence, and roared. I rise! Aislisk Rises! Come! the first to come was a silver Wher. One of the wild ones. She hissed at him as she leaped over him, and did a role to land. With that she was running across the bowl, towards the water. Then she jumped up, her small wings catching. Come come! I rise! i rise! Already her rider was being affected by wher lust. Just as strong a dragon lust. Aislinn held her breath as she felt the speed from the small queen.

occ/// Alright. So this is open to all ( i know we have few males, so i'll be adding a few).

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Sandrask's large head whipped up, startling his bonded so much that she fell off the stool she had been reading on. She squeeled as she hit the ground and glared at her silver. "What the Shards, Sandrask? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!?" Her voice was shrill, but it cut off as the wher opened the strong link they had between them. Lust poured into Sandra, making the girl shiver back. "Oh..oh...Sandrask...Go...Just go..."

The pebbled silver needed no more urdging. He got to his feet and bolted for the door. Find Aislisk's. I must chase. The silver voice boomed in her head as he burst out of the handlers weyrs. The night air filled his lungs and he trumpetted in responce to the queen. He ran to the herd beast pens and made quick work of 4 cows, draining their life's blood with a quick, but messy efficency. He then was fueled up and ready to go.

He saw the blazing dark queen taking flight over the water. He kicked his long legs into gear and sprinted to follow. He launched himself skywards, beating his pebbled wings with a ferocity. Flying was hard for the huge wher, but this was a flight. He was willing to push himself beyond his normal limits for the queen before him. Sandrask comes. He chase Dark-Queen Aislisk! He called, snaking his head forwards to bite at the tail of the wild silver who also chased. He had no fear of the creature. He had fought wild whers before, and with his size it was hard to lose. He beat his wings harder, keeping his huge body aloft and speeding along the water.

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A silver and a brown also came to her call. She hummed as she turned swiftly and landed with swift and elegance. She warbled as she started to run, enjoying her movements. So far the silver was above her. The first one to join. She chittered softly as she caught site of the brown. Bigger than her, and hansom. The silver to was beautiful. Both spoke to her, though she didn't respond right away.

She kept moving, zig zagging a bit, and all around just being... a bit playful. Sure this was a serious matter, but she could doge all three males all night. That was just how she was. She'd stay on the ground for most of the rest of the Run. She growled softly as she felt her Handler's disappointment that no one arrived at their home. The woman liked Runs or Rises. They were fun. At least for her. And her Wher agreed. Liansk and Sandrask dance. Dask pretty, but no fun. Leave now. Liansk, dance. Sandrask Dance!

And so the queen commanded. She hissed as she flapped her small wings, though she doged the crying silver. He was large, and had to land. He slinked off, angry. He'd later catch a green Wher. But for now he was dangerous. She warbled at the two males, her wings fluttering slightly.

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The queen told him to dance...so the pebbled silver would dance. As soon as the queen landed, Sandrask let out a happy buggle. He was glad that he would not have to be in the air any longer. He was nearly 8 meters tall(and still growing), so it was hard for him to stay in the air with his scarred bulk. He landed with his legs already pumping, so he did not lose the speed he had amassed in the air.

The silver was ready to laugh as the wild was dismissed. Oh, he would find that one later... if Sandra would ever let him...But of course she would not... He hissed as the male slunk away and focused again on the running queen. He matched every zig of hers with a zag of his. He had run wild whers before as a bumbling youngster, but this was far better than the runs he never won. He had a sporting chance at this one. As his long legs propelled him forwards, he thought about the words of flattery he wanted to use. Funny thing...words... they could mean little...or a great much. It was the puzzle that could never be solved....But the silver would darn well do his best to give playing with words a shot. His mindvoice was warm and deep as it called out.Aislisk is the Night-Kissed Queen! She more beautiful than the sky that made her, yes yes. Sandrask knows this. The silver made a powerful leap over a rock that barred his path. He made it look effortless, like a runner over a fence at the races. He did not miss a stride as he continued the chase.

Sandra heeded what her wher had said. Find Aislisks...Right... Did he realise that she was a female too? Oh well...she had been told to find her and pissing her wher off at the moment would mean blood would be spilled later...by her knives or his teeth. Oh, it would not be eather of them that would bleed, but some poor creature that they would hunt out. Temper was a glorious thing... Sandra soon stumbled upon the gold handler's weyr. She went inside without a knock and flumped in a chair. " 'Lo." That was all she said. She did not want to talk right now. She wanted to be with her bonded...so the link between them opened and she joined in the chase.

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The silver was impresive. She liked that. She warbled at him as she continued to run, dodging the rocks that she'd been running towards. Then with quick movements she was on top of one. Standing still. Just for a second, survaying her two suitors. She growled as the silver got to close, and she was down the rock again, bobbing her head slightly as she moved past the rocks and back towards the open feilds.

Then Liansk must show he is stronger. Better. Smarter, than Sandrask. simple command, which left everything open. Oh the queen knew that there would be fighting, and secretly the happy go lucky queen, did like it when males fought over her. not that anyone but her's knew it, and the laughter bubbling through their link made the queen flapp her wings once, jump up, and back track again, this time, her movements were more watch full. Waiting for the two suitors to prove their worth. Sandrask must prove he is the better. Prove. she told the silver as her movements slowed. Not that anyone woudl catch her if she didn't want it, but she was waiting. Both were good. Sandrask was big, but so was Liansk. both were strong, both were hansom in their own ways. So how to chose? wait. see.

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Sandrask's lusty red eyes flickered as the Night-Queen warbled at him. It made his young heart skip a beat and he pumped his legs to lengthen his stride. He moved his bulk swiftly, so he closed the space between them. He did alittle too close and the queeen hissed at him, so he backed off. His pebbled hide shown in the moonlight as he slowed along with the queen.

Prove? Prove that he is better? Did she mean fight Liansk? He respected the older brown for his knowledge of the beasties and his calm passience with him. How could he hurt a wher he respected...but the Queen told him to do it... So the large silver would. Night-Queen Aislisk says to prove. Sandrask will do as told! So the marbled silver lunged at the big brown with a large hiss. He tucked his wings in tight and lashed out with his fore-talons. He would put his all into the fight, but his voice slid into the browns mind, and the browns alone. Sandrask sorry for fighting...but what Aislisk wants, Sandrask gives. Hope Lainsk understands that. So the huge silver bared his teeth and snarled his eyes whirling a deep, deep red.

Sandra hissed in fury with her wher, but at the same time at her wher. What was he doing? Attacking Lainsk? She fervently hoped that Calain would not hate her for this, due to the fact her wher was not listening to her pleas. He was going to fight just like he had fought the other wild whers before. He was fighting to porect something he cares about...be it Sandra or the rising Queen.

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The blue gold roard her anger when the silver tried to attack the brown. How dare he?!? This was HER Run! not his! he did not fight on her watch. With quick movments she was between the pair, hissing, her eyes going from purple to a deep red, her lust forgotten in her anger. I no ask you to fight! Fighting for favor is wrong. Word fighting fine, fight fighting? NO! her tail whipped back and forth in her anger at the silver, the small queen in his face, though he was bigger than her. No fight. I no ask to fight! I ask to show who better! All you have is rocks in head! Stupid, Idiot! it was a sight to behold, to see the beautiful queen angry. She hardly ever got angry, and her hide showed this, with no true scars.

No fight! wher babies fight! Wher Adults better not! Aislisk commands this. she felt the joy, amusment, and pride from her rider, which made her trumpet in her anger. Aislisk should make Sandrask leave for rocks in head! Aislisk won't. Liansk right. No fight, true warrior know when not to. You wrong Sandrask. Try again. by the end of her words she was calm again, but it was a debait weaher she'd continue the run. The anger had burnt up a great deal of her energy. No fight. Not when Aislisk around. Protect? Yes. Fight because? NO!

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The huge silver let out a creel as he backed away from the large brown that was now threatening him. What had he done wrong. He just realized now that his handler had been pleading with him to stop this madness! And he had hurt Lainsk! He could smell the ichor fresh and hot on the air. His eyes now glowed a yellowy-orange in fear.

As sudden as he had backed up, he heard first the brown hissing and yelling at him. This stoked his fear even more. It hurt the young male to have made a friend into an angery male so fast...and it was all his fault. Then the Queen was in his face, yelling at him...calling him stupid...telling him to leave. He let out an agonized roar of confusion-mixed fear and backwinged clumbsily away. He landed roughly, he himself crouched low to the ground, holding a submissive and defensive posture.

His eyes whirled even faster as he tried to explain himself. Sandrask forced to fight before for Rise-Queen. She hurt males and made fight! Sandrask know no better! Sandrask forced to fight most of life to stay alive. Hurt him not. Sandrask mean no hurt, Aislisk and Lainsk! The large marble wher keened, shutting out Sandra yet again. He had angered both of his friends... The large male backed off from the pair and turned himself away. He was not sure he should stay in the rise at all. He stayed a few meters away, but desided he would not leave unless the Queen comanded it.

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Aislisk felt the rest of her lust and run drain away. She let a small sigh excape her maw. She'd been enjoying herself until the fight, or start of it. She dropped her head a bit and watched the silver with worry. Aislisk would ask you to stay, if she felt it would help. You a silver, no blue, no red. Silver strong, like bronze or brown. Aislisk like Sandrask, sandrask must learn control. Wher's good control. her voice was soft as she moved forward and touched the side of his head with her nose, just for a second, before she actually smelt the icore from her other suitor. She turned her head to look at him, eye ridges rising a bit.

Liansk hurt. that was quite obvious, but it sounded cute, as she moved forward and licked away the icore quickly, before backing away. Rise Over. Sandrask no cower, Liansk no get hurt, time next. Run with me again? Both of you. I did not get good choice. No fighting. Fighting with out reason bad. Understand Sandrask? she asked before licking the tip of his nose, then turning and mosying off, her color finally fading, the thunder finally getting her attention. Oh yes it had been storming this entire time. She was half way across the field when the storm broke, and she squeeled as the cold rain hit her back, she turned snapping at it.

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(OOC: I dont have time to write a post for this. So lets just say Sandrask is scared, listens to Liansk and runs off to go and hide bhind Sandra. I really sorry!)