A bid for freedom! [Nixgosk rising]

[Flame]

A lanky bronze Wher, wild from the deepest parts of the Wher hold, stepped out. Hansom yes, he had flex of copper in his hide and silver even. He roared as he watched the queen start to move. But to blood first. He found the pens easily and blooded an old but tender bull, covering himself in the deepest red of blood. The night surrounded the lanky bronze but he could see his beauty.

Suddenly the bronze charged after the queen, trumpeting his arrival with a surety that was... charming. he was a charmer, a player as well. He would catch her. This was the first queen flight he'd participated in. He'd always gone after the pretty greens, or blacks. Never a queen. This time the young bronze would have his queen. he roared again as he followed her, though not as closely as some would think.

[jaenelle]

Sandrask knew the call as he got up from his slumber. He was curled around the growing Garinath with Feline flopped over both of them(amazingly, due to he himself being huge and Gir working on her size). He gently nudged Feline onto the sleeping dragon and got up, stretching his length out. He was huge, and he knew it. The marbled wher whisked out of the Barracks without a glance at S'ndra, who was just beginning to rise.

Ignoring his rider's sleepy complaint, he charged out into the night and vaulted the fence into the feeding pens. He took down two good sized cows and began to drain them with a messy efficiency. He normally loved these four-leged critters, but right now he had just on thing on his mind, the Queen.

Sandrask finished his blood-meal in a few moments, drops of blood spattered against his marble chest. He let out a roar of challenge and sprinted to catch up to the running Queen. He hissed mencingly at the wild bronze that dared to show himself, but did nothing more. He had found out what fighting during a Rise did last time...It was not good. So he just fixed his eyes on the golden prize and lengthened his stride.