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Post by jaenelle on Jul 27, 2011 15:25:00 GMT -8
Sandra was seated quite comfortablly astride Sandrask as they thudded down the path towards the corrals. Sandrask had a fixation with the goings with the herdbeasts. He liked to watch them just as much as he liked eating them. They may be boring to Sandra, but atleast it Made Sandrask happy.
The big silver slowed to a halt and looked at the man who was mounted on a runner. Sandrask's, Wher and his Bonded moving the herds! Go watch closer? The silver asked excitedly. Sandra rolled her eyes and leaned down to stroke the wher's pebbled shoulder. "Alright, Sandrask. As long as you don't get in the way."
The now happy wher set off at a dead sprint towards the slowly moving herd.Hello! Can Sandrask and Sandrask's watch you move Herdbeasts? Help maybe? The silver called out ahead of him to the brown and his mounted handler. Sandra held onto the harness straps and sighed, shaking her head a bit. Sandrask was just so LOUD sometimes...But she would not have him any other way.
The silver wher with his handler turned a bit so they were on the outside of the moving beasts. They stayed far enough away not to be a bother, but Sandrask was trotting even closer to the ambling beasts. His huge form sauntered along, watching everything that was going on, his handler gently swaying on his back. He was large enough for her to ride, being a turn and a half old, and he was still growing. He would be larger than most queens, easily hitting that 8 meter mark and maybe surpassing it... But for now, he was happy to be his handler's runner. He enjoyed being out with her more than anything... specially with other whers so he could show his handler off! [/size] |
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Post by Flame on Jul 27, 2011 17:57:04 GMT -8
It was night. like usual for the odd pair. The blue gold wher ambled along, the packs and rider on her back showing that she'd been traveling. Suddenly the golden head picked up. at about seven meter's she was small for a queen Wher. She herumfed softly, and sent a quick message to her's. With that the queen wher set off towards where a large mass of color was. Aislinn and Aislisk could both see it, being that Wher's could see warmth. Body Heat, or just heat.
They came over the hill and the dark wher stopped. Sure her hide was gold, but it was a dark one, and the blue helped hide her. Then they were moving down towards them. The redheaded rider, almost, one with her Wher. Aislisk and Aislisk's Would like to help. May we? the eight year old Wher was calm as she moved forward, mainly because her handler was up on her, and she took extra care of her blind handler. The woman in question raised a hand towards the other man, a slight smile on her lips, pin pointing him through her wher's eyes. The bond between them was close, hence the similarity's of the name. Aislinsk just sounded weird, so Aislisk was the choice that the Wher had made.
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Post by jaenelle on Jul 29, 2011 10:59:54 GMT -8
Sandrask slowed emediatly at the brown whers words. He knew that the beasted scared easily, but he had gotten so excited he had forgotten to be careful. Sandrask hears. The wher settled into a smooth stride easing off to the one side of the herd to help keep them in one group.
Sandra raised a hand to the runner-mounted man and called, "I don't think I could get Sandrask way from a chance to herd the beasts if I tried! He is facinated with the silly things!" He voice was a bit off, but then again she really did not talk to people all that often. She had been at the Weyr for only a few 7-days, so she was still working on the socialization thing. Living holdless for 2 years, it was hard to ajust to living around people again.
Sandrask, however, settled in like a duck to water. The huge wher had spent nearly a 7-day exploring the huge place and finding the best spots to do things. He was happy to be with others again and loved to watch the goings on of the evening activities. Sandra just settled into her home-made riding straps and let her wher do his thing. She did not pay any attension to the queen rider...not like she wanted to talk more than she had to anyways. [/size] |
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Post by Flame on Aug 2, 2011 5:25:03 GMT -8
Aislisk moved easily forward, her movements close to liquid. Sure she knew how to handle the herdbeasts. She'd grown up in Ruatha after all. "Of course" her voice soft, though hearable over the sound of the herd.
Aislisk bobbed her golden and blue head at the brown. Who was larger than her. odd. She sniffed at him. Aislisk and her's grew up in Ruatha. Lot's of Herdbeasts, and Runnerbeasts. We know how to herd. We help. the queen told the brown, a bit of joy flitering through. She moved easily tot he other side of the herd, her rider chuckling softly.
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Post by Flame on Aug 4, 2011 6:23:58 GMT -8
Aislisk nodded as she moved forward, lightly nipping at one of the calfs that had tried to sneak past her. Her teeth never caught the calf, it just scared it back into line. Aislisk hummed happily, sending Liansk her happieness at hsi words, then went to work.
Through their Bond Aislinn could feel her friend's interest in the big brown. The small Wher liked him. And she wouldn't shut up about it. Aislinn turned her head a bit, trying to pinpoint where the Wher and his handler would be. Aislisk turned her head as well, and showed her. Ah there he was, and the handler was riding a runner beast. Nice.
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Post by jaenelle on Aug 4, 2011 8:21:38 GMT -8
Sandrask nodded to the brown and took up his position, keeping a jeweled eye to the broken-horn cow. He was dead sure he did not want to get gored, but even THINKING about his Sandra getting hurt was sending the silver into a tizzy. NOTHING touched his Sandra when he was around, and he had the scars on his hide to prove it.
The silver lifted his head up to his full height, about 8 meters, and scanned the herd looking for the blue-gold. Her color was very intreging to the wher, even with his own pebbled hide. Aislisk a very pretty queen. Dark, yet very very Shiny! The silver called, ruffling his short wings out just a bit. When his attension had shifted, the mean cow took her chance and dove at the pair of them.
Sandra gave a soft screech, calling out mentally to her best friend. Sandrask! Watch out!. Dropping the riding strap she was holding and diving for one of her hidden stelettos. The large wher hissed in anger at the charging cow, flaring his wings and lept to the side. His eyes were blazing a dark red and he leapt after the cow. Sandra had her stelleto in hand and was handling Sanrask's leaping and bounding just fine. She gave his side a quick tap with her knee while mentally comanding him not to kill the cow.
The great silver hissed in anger at his handler's command, but he obeyed. Swerving to the side, he nipped at the cows haunches. She bucked, striking out at him with her hooves. Sandrask caught a glancing blow to the jaw and hissed again. This time he used his size to shove the cow back towards the herd, making her stumble. After a moment of evil glares, the cow moved back into the herd.
Sandrask's breathing was heavy as he moved back to his former position, his eyes still holding a hint of red. Sandra relaxed a fraction, slipping the sharp knife back into it's hidden sheeth. Sandrask put his head back to her so she could feel his kick wound. It was warm, but no blood. Sanrda patted his nose and he moved his head to face forwards again. You did well, Sandrask. I know you don't like me being in danger, but things happen. That was partially my fault. For that I'm sorry. Sandra said in his mind, her voice calm and apologetic. The sivler ruffled his wings in irritation.If beast come near again, Sandrask will kill it. Bad, Bad beastie. Sandra did not look up to the other handlers, fixing her hand back into the straps and keeping her gaze down. [/size] |
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