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 Watch Out, I Bite!, AU 18 {Copper Zelsk's 1st Run}
Catsitta
 Posted: Apr 11 2018, 09:13 PM
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Fury ebbed as the strain of the run began to creep in. She burned. She wanted. Instinct demanded that she drag a suitor with her into the sheltering underbrush...it urged her to keep running until she couldn't run anymore. Until the twin moons set and Rukbat's rays bled over the horizon, casting the forest aglow with the birth of a new day. But she knew logically that wasn't possible. The night would be young yet when her energy waned.

However, she wasn't ready yet. Longer still, she ran, the males behind her responding to the question she offered. Zelsk turned sharply, searching, and searching. Her hide a vibrant beacon. A torch in the black of night. There was no hiding with a hide of glowing copper--not unless she wished to mar its splendor with dirt to taint its shine. Fortunate that she has no desire to hide.

Everything, Osk? I would take everything. Zelsk returned the bronze's whisper with one of her own, possessive and challenging. A wher shouldn't offer what he wasn't willing to give. Mine is Mine. Speaking of what is hers...Norsk's offers was similar to Osk's. He said he was the best. Of the weyr's males, it was hard to find reasons to disagree. Make weyr stronger...lead by showing. His own sentiments returned to him, same as the ones he used to court her suit. Norsk listen then. Listen now. Best is Mine. Make weyr better that way.

The copper thrilled as she emerged from the trees again, spying the river. A final test for her suitors. She didn't hesitate to head for those shores. Behind her she continued to hear the suitors bespeak their answers. Some piquing her interest more than others.

Rhysk not only tried to take a bite out of a fellow male, but bragged of his feats of strength. Rough and wild and dangerous. He was a powerful iron, but that reckless ruthlessness...Did the weyr need whers with more wildness in their blood? A low growl built in her throat. No bite hu-man bonded whers. Or I bite Rhysk. Make bleed. She would make good of her warning too. No matter how impressive his stature. Her irritation cooled at Lysask's words. She didn't reply to his speech, but Zelsk did give a moment of pause to consider what he said. It pleased her to have his loyalty and admiration--knowing that it was earnest outside of the run.

Zelsk plunged into the water.

Show Zelsk why best then, Lorsk. She challenged, starting to swim. It was then that she hummed, fascinated by the ancient wisdom offered by a certain brown. Much to share...Tell me a story, Ysk. To another she said, Taresk steady. Good for weyr. But was that steadiness enough? Maelisk was met with an approving whisper, You Chase until Rukbat rises? What about after?

Further and further. She kept swimming until she reached the opposite shore, scrambling onto land, glittering with unshed droplets.

Ithusk want quest? No drown! The males were left to cross the river. And as much as pretty rocks intrigued Zelsk, the offer wasn't enough to make her respond to Busk. If he made it past the water she would be surprised.

Poor dear Didnask's pleas went unheard.

Zelsk wasn't about to turn around and fetch the blue from his unfortunate stuck state.

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Zel was, for a moment, confused.

Her thoughts weren't the clearest at the moment. Hazed over by runlust and the images provided by it. Standing wasn't exactly the easiest feat in the world now that Zelsk's fury was dissolving into a purer distillation of lust. But after a few eye blinks she realized that her platonic overtures to reassure Syrene and Ollivander that she was okay were...well, likely not the best timed. There was a heavy expectation and awkwardness in the air.

She nodded her thanks as the both of them stepped away.

Syrene was far too young to be here, even as a guard (though it amazed her still that the girl wanted to protect her). And Ollie...she wasn't sure that he was quite ready for anything that might happen when Zelsk finally chose her partner. It would break her heart if she hurt him by accident.

Her head snapped around when Kaizre...when he...She flushed deeper, utterly unable to mask her feelings right now. She was stuck in the middle of this overwhelming need and he had to go and say something like that. On a normal day she would be embarrassed but flattered, albeit a touch skeptical of his motivations. Right now, however, he had her full attention.

"Y-you...you really think that?" Coming from him, it surprised her. How had she made an impression like that on him? Perhaps her classmate did more watching and considering than she realized during the past Turn and a half. Her green eyes skittered to the two other people in the hall before returning back. She doubted any other suitors were coming. She didn't really need a guard. But she did need...

She needed.

Runlust making her bolder despite the onlookers, Zel reached out and slipped her fingers between his. He could pull away if he wished. He could leave. Unlike her bonded, she wasn't the possessive sort, all demanding fury in her desires. "I don't need a guard," she told him. Zel took a step back, not releasing his hand unless he pulled away. His company tonight would be welcomed. Though she wasn't about to make any more daring overtures out here in the hallway.

She had just enough control over her senses right now to avoid making a spectacle.

Just. Barely.

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She had asked her question, now he could only await the pleasure of her answer. Wait, and keep a single spinning facet on her other suitors. As little as he was willing to spare from her shining beauty, as little as his desire would allow him, but enough to fulfill that deeply rooted need to protect and defend his Pride. Even now, as they all ran together in opposition, he saw the others as part of his temporary pack. The wild had not fallen behind regardless of Zelsk’s attack on him, and Osk could not fault him; what wher would give up a chance at this Copper Queen?

They continued on through the night, following a star that burned as brightly as the foreboding Red of the sky, but none of them were willing to give her up for the sake of their own hides. Osk’s breath came in steady spurts of steam from his nostrils as they cut through the cool Autumn air, a pack of suitors and their fair lady. Blue, White, Browns, Irons, and more, like multicoloured fish in the sea that they watched with the dolphins.

Anda felt distinctly removed from what was happening, she’d been losing herself to her wher while tangled with Norla, but then the woman drew attention to another that had come, and the Betahandler stiffened. She was a free spirit, that was true, but there was just something about how everything that was going that made her feel like a third wing. So with a regretful sigh she slipped away from her Alpha and wandered the rest of the Bowl to the gaping maw of the Handler’s quarters. The tunnels bled away from her like the ichor straining through Osk’s muscles.

Her home was so close.

She wavered at the small opening, the private way to her own domicile. Zelsk's was not far, but there would be others there, so she pressed on into the way that led beside her. Fronds and grasses reached up to tangle her legs as she went, but she was too strong for them, she stepped through them like they were nothing as they shattered and broke beneath her paws. Her fingertips were claws that dragged the stone as he pulled her to the Copper, but further from the Handler. The way was full of suitors and not-suitors alike, but her eyes were closed so she paid them little mind, and where her human feet touched stone there were no others. She fell in off Zelsk’s flank, a distance too far to cover with an arm, but close enough to feel the burning as her fingertips found a doorway instead of hide.

Osk snorted an errant insect out of his nostril, coiling his legs to his chest and bounding through the meadow after his Queen, his hide gleaming like a silvered star in harmony with her bright burning. He felt his powerful limbs ambulating below him, felt the soil shifting, the vegetation giving way and the shining Red Star led them to the waters of a river beyond the richness of the island’s woods. Then take what yours, my Queen he whispered back at her as he pushed on in pursuit, falling silent so that she may converse with the others who sought her companionship.

He hit the water hard enough to feel it through his chest, and Oreanda’s ribs ached as she fell into her wherhole, swallowed by a darkness of which she was not aware. The cold water was a shock, but it soothed his hot muscles and he moved gamely after Zelsk. He was a large beast, but he swam well. Too many turns in the water with Akke and his Handler. The ocean was far less forgiving than this river. He opened his wings beneath the currents and used them to pull himself forward, allowed his heavier front half to do the brunt of the labor. It was a speedy endeavor for him, well practiced. He did not hesitate to inch out alongside and even slightly ahead of the Copper, though never close enough to impinge her movement.

He would not make an attempt on her.

Not without her desire.

He pulled himself out of the grasping waters merely a beat of his large heart after she did, drawn to her fire as his talons scratched through rock and overgrowth alike. He would follow her until he dropped, until Rukbat burned him blind, until she grew hungry and devoured him to sustain her endless running.



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Great puffs of air billowed into the night air as Ysk continued his trek after the glowing Copper, sides heaving with exertion. His old bones were not used to this level of activity; chasing down prey was one thing, but a marathon? He ached.

And yet, he could not give up. He would not give up. Ysk had not come this far, this long, to simply lay down. To give up. Never. Never stop. Never.

Tell me a story.

Ysk knew no stories. He knew he had listened to them, once.

No, Zelsk wouldn't want some Harper's tale.

Ysk story. Many long time ago...

The exultation of Impression, when Ysk found Yseldris. Excitement of each new day, learning his craft. Delving into caverns. Checking shafts for faults. Seeking bad air.

The life of a mine wher flashed by. Ysk did not use words except as needed to label. Zelsk wanted a story, and she would get Ysk's.

Tunnel after tunnel. Cave after cave. Other whers. Chasing. Catching. Chasing. Fathering eggs. Tunnels and caves.

It blurred by, now, years, decades passing as he wove the story just as he wove through the current.

Yseldris sick. Weakening. Gone. Gone! Pain. Loss. Gone. Run. Run. Run run run runrunrunrun. Ysk stop only when brightsky come. Run more.

There was a break in the story. Ysk was forced to concentrate on his footwork as he pulled himself onto the bank, finding purchase among the mud. His hot muscles twitched and threatened to cramp from the sudden cool of the water, but he pushed forward.

Live alone. Live wild. Hunt prey. Join pack, leave pack. Chase. Run. Find hole. Keep hole. Fight. Run. Live long. Live strong.

Ysk live. Ysk always live.


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Part of her wanted to stay. She had made the decision to guard Zel. Her stubborn streak told her to just sit down and refuse to move. But awkwardness was edging in, and it was stealing all her fire away. Syrsk rumbled quietly, pressing himself more firmly against Syrene’s side. The wher would go with her. He had no illusions of chasing. He knew they were too far for him to catch up. Plus he knew he was a rock, which was what he needed to be for Syrene right now.

Ollivander’s approach made her step forward. She didn’t know Olli well. They hadn’t spent time together outside of lessons. But a familiar face was better than anything else right now.
“Oh? I do love a good bubbly pie.” It seemed her decision was a good one, as the green and her handler both seemed to approve. This was no place for Syrene. Not yet. She still had much growing to do. Turning, she patted Syrsk on his side.
“Comeone you hulking beasty, let’s go see how many bubbly pies we can eat before we get sick.” A small grin was flashed at Ollivander, though there was obvious nervousness tinging it. With that, she proceeded through the halls, intent to arrive back at the feast. After all, no point in missing sweets and fun.

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Rhysk roared, he would not be chastised by a brown of all things. His focus returned to the back of Zelsk, hiw glowing queen. But awareness was not his strong suite. Leg caught the rock, sending him tumbling. A smaller wher might be able to get up quickly from that, fix their mistake. But Rhysk was not built to be nimble. The iron lost precious seconds of chase time righting himself, shaking off dirt from his hide.

The queen’s chastisement, however, was heeded. He snorted, still thinking that he should be allowed to attack who he wanted. But he would heed her. It was her run. Her rules. Rhysk instead focused on trying to regain the inches he had lost when he fell. Claws dug furrows into the ground as he barrelled forward, not caring for small branches and underbrush that scraped at his scarred hide. Tunnelvision once more took over. All he cared about was her. Chasing her. Winning her. Rhysk would not go unsated.

The river came up and Rhysk charged into it, not heeding the current. He was strong. He would swim. But strength meant little to the river, and he was no built for swimming. The current pulled at him, dragging him to the side, causing setbacks. But still he continued forward. He had no wings to glide on, the wher having lost the webbing in fights before. All he had was his strength. Surely she saw that. Surely she saw how he persevered. Eventually churning claws hit silty shallows, digging great holes and fouling the water around him. He paused for a moment to shake himself free, the water having mixed with the dirt on his hide to make mud. But looks were not everything. He knew Zelsk knew that.


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@Catsitta, @Ivy

Zelsk didn't offer a reply to his words, and yet it did not dampen the blue's spirits. She had heard, and that was what mattered. That she knew she had his loyalty and that he cared about the copper outside of this run. The challenge she posed next did not daunt the steadfast blue. His muscles burned and he hoped that the run would not be too much longer, and yet he had His to thank for the fact that he would see it through. He had Ijo and Isk to thank for the many swimming lessons. Swimming--something that Copper class had been forced to do over, and over, and over, culminating in a swim all the way to Crescent hold. He had mastered swimming, and proved himself a very strong swimmer. He even enjoyed it. So, he continued running right into the water, ignoring the chill--even relishing in it, as he was warm from the run. The currents were nothing compared to the ones that had assaulted him and His when he'd swam the sea to reach Crescent. Zelsk would be a strong swimmer, too--and she was! He focused on her brightness as he swam, determined to show her He was as worthy as any there.

Not for a moment did the steadfast, loyal blue think that he would not measure up next to Osk, Norsk, or any of the larger whers. If they were chosen, he knew that his worthiness did not come into question. They were whers he respected, whers that had proved their worth in their respective stations, and in their prides. He was honored to be counted among her suitors. That he had not been found wanting, and scored by fangs or claws. He swam with strength and also with that unceasing determination, coming out on the opposite shore not so far behind the gleaming copper. He would never dare to presume upon her, and so while he remained close enough that she would see him, and know he, Lykask, was there among those that managed the crossing, he did not attempt to venture too near. Near enough, though. Near enough. He did not bother to shake off the droplets of water that sparkled on his blue hide. His breathing was heavier, and he was tired, true. Yet if she ran again, he would not hesitate to follow. Hopefully, he had shown her what Lykask could do.

Lykaios, meanwhile, though aware Oreanda had moved away, was...grateful...to her. Her actions were selfless and while he could not bring his thoughts to focus on what she'd done, he would remember, later. Norla had spoken his name, reaching to fist her hand in the fabric of the front of his shirt. His name on her lips was like a sensual caress that set his blood on fire. With a deep, feral growl, he claimed those lips with his own. His own wherhole was fairly close to Norla's, but he hardly cared which they went to. He was kissing her, and the rightness of it, combined with the runlust, made it difficult to care where they were. Perhaps there was not enough air save the breath they exchanged; yet breathing, in that moment, was hardly of any consequence.




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Zen was pleased that Uriel responded to his advances so favorably. True, runlust was the key factor here. Yet having a partner during such a time was far preferable to not. Especially a cute, very receptive partner like the brownhandler. Whatever the case was, it worked. Zenisk was furious at having been slighted, and yet he stalked off into the undergrowth to lick his wounds, letting His' take care of the effects of the runlust. After allowing the kiss to linger on a little longer, he came up for air, and gave the young woman a slow, lazy smile.

"You're correct about that...Uriel, you are easy on the lips." The hand that was not on the small of her back was brought up to her face, brushing a stray strand of loose hair away from it. "My wherhole is just over there a ways..." No hesitation in the suggestion, as his gaze flicked up in the general direction, before returning to hers.




Lorsk knew now was no longer the time for words. The iron was not so terribly bulky as some of his color. He had both learned to swim with His, and kept on swimming when needed. It was a good skill to have, and he had held fast to that skill. He did not hesitate to make great bounds into the river. The current was not slow, yet not so strong that he could not fight it. Yet, he was still an iron, and it was harder, for him, than it might have been for a smaller wher in some ways--easier in others. He was strong and his wings were not small, nor mangled. Utilizing them, and his thick, powerful tail, he surged ahead. Irritation was felt as he saw a bronze and blue pass him, but he was close enough behind that he thought it would not, at the end, matter so much.

He came out of the water and shook himself off, silvery hide catching the rays of the moons overhead as he stepped proudly forward. He had followed her here, and he would follow her further. Scenting the air, he pawed the earth, great sides moving in and out steadily. She had led them on quite a chase, and where, further, would she lead them? His own lust heated his ichor, filled with a need to claim her. Still, even as a now-wild wher, he knew that it was her decision, and awaited her pleasure. He believed he was the best choice. To have survived after many would have been caught, culled and died...well, there was another here who could boast the same, and for that, the brown had his respect. Yet he was a brown, not an iron. He was the stronger, the larger, the best choice for a large, healthy clutch. Not so wild as the other wilds, he was possessed of the blood of a Weyr wher. His was the best of both worlds. Hopefully, the fiery copper queen would see that.
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One thing about chasing Queens was that Zelsk had stamina to spare, while it wasn’t as pressing of an issue as it would be with Taresk he knew full well that others were not as lucky especially White Busk. Taresk would tire too as would all of them but the Brown would certainly tire before any of the Kings present in the run or Zelsk herself would, though hopefully Taresk would be able to see the run through the to end or Zelsk dismissed him. Soon they were out of the forest and into a clearing, well a clearing mostly taken up by a river which the Copper didn’t have doubts in what she intend in adding this into her run.

Taresk isn’t about to say that Taresk likes violence, but Taresk will do what is needed to protect Weyr and others though not before other options, said Taresk trying to figure out what to say to the Copper. Taresk was no stranger to swimming during a run, or water being involved in general considering how the first run he participated in involved sliding around on ice, so he didn’t even hesitate in plowing right into the river. Though it was by no means graceful, his swimming skills did the job and he managed to get out of the water in fairly the same position in terms of suitors as he had going in physically anyways.


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Salazarsk, despite the ichor that continued to stain his rust-marked hide, continued onward. He could spot the other suitors glances. They could look all they wanted! All they would see is strength, and perseverance. None of them came close to being half the wher that he was! He would win this run, and put them all to shame. He had to have Zelsk. They were meant to be together--the fates demanded it. She could hardly deny the fates, even if it was her desire to do so. Oh, yes, her desire mattered very little. This was all about him, you see. He wanted her so, and he always got what he wanted-didn't he? He had meant to earn her ire. He had meant for her to make him bleed. He wanted the scent of his blood to drown the rest of the pack. He would be the last thing on all of their minds. He would haunt them, forever, as he and Zelsk disappeared into the wilds to conceive their young.

When Zelsk broke out into the clearing, running across the sand to get to the waters edge, Salazarsk did his best to pull ahead. He wished to be following close behind her. The salt-water would undoubtedly sting his wounds, but he would willingly ache for her. His pain would only increase his affections, tenfold. He could not possibly let her go to another, even if he had to drown every last one of them. He wished to watch them all die out around him. Yes... there would be floating bodies all about, and he would clamber over them with the utmost mirth.

Plowing through the water like a bull, the bronze had little qualms following Zelsk to the next isle. When she pulled herself upon the shore, he was not far behind. There was only darkness on the left side now, but he seemed rather unconcerned about his newfound blindness. He still had the right eye, and his senses, to guide him! She could have ripped his wings from him, and even torn off a limb, and he would still be better off than the rest of them! He couldn't die, no. He was meant for this world!

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Ollivander was glad that Syrene had Syrsk to lean on. The iron truly was a rock for the young girl. Ollisk reached out to her iron-brother, seeking to encourage him in this difficult time. You do good for Yours Syrsk. Is proud. All proud. Certainly it was not just her that could see the good that the iron was capable of. Some day he would prove a strong, reliable, suitor. Until that day, he could be trusted to take care of Syrene.

Syrene, after a moment, made to answer him. Olli focused only on her, resisting the urge to glare at Kaizre for thanking him. Why was he bothering to thank him, because he was the one that was going to get to spend the night with Zel? It was disgusting to thank him for such a thing... if that was indeed what was on the orangehandler's mind. So, instead, Olli tried to clear his mind. He was now here to keep Syrene safe, though Syrsk was doing a good job. "I don't think I can eat as many pies as you can, but lets find out," he grinned. "Syrsk will definitely beat us," he chuckled awkwardly. He let Syrene go first, since Syrsk took up more space in the hall than Ollisk. As he followed behind the younger handler, Olli looked back. He had heard Zel's reply, and seen her take Kaizre's hand out of the corner of his eye. His face was flushed at the idea of what the pair of them would get up to. He shouldn't be thinking of such things, but he couldn't help it. It was all so strange, and foreign, to him. Why couldn't everything just stay the same? Why did they have to graduate?

Once they'd gotten further down the hall, the young man noticed the bluehandler. "Excuse me," he called to her, stopping. He allowed Syrene and Syrsk to go ahead. If they needed him, they could reach out to Ollisk. The green wher had stopped alongside Hers, eyeing the tall woman. She was shorter than Ollivander, but then again, most were. "Are you alright?" Ollisk pressed in against Olli's side, proud that tonight Hers had taken up a heroic role. He had put aside his own feelings in order to help Syrene. He had much to be proud of, even if he couldn't see it now. Zel had clearly chosen her suitor, even if Zelsk was still running in the wilds. He had no idea, of the power of flight-lust, since Ollisk was obviously female. Some day, he would know what it felt like, but he was glad that today was not that day.

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He ran. He ran and he snapped and snarled at competitors, strong legs moving as swiftly as they could carry him. The sudden appearance of a bronze* body next to his had Maelisk sinking teeth into a heavily muscled shoulder. Zelsk was his and he would have no one take her from him. Catching the bronze off guard, Maelisk tossed his head and slammed the bronze away, iron legs pumping to catch up to the copper wher that ran so well. Mine, he bellowed as he ran with speed

When Zelsk hit the water, Maelisk was not far behind, not even hesitating at the width of the river she had chosen, and splashed in to pulled himself across with powerful purpose. He didn't wait to shake the drops of water from his hide and took off running again without a backward glance to the rest. Ever and always. Maelisk chase until Rukbat in sky and beyond, he crooned to the copper as she whispered her words to him.

He huffed in amusement when a silly blue got himself stuck and was unable to continue. Blues were never his favorite and this one just proved that they were not smart enough or clever enough to win the rights to a queen. Maelisk was though. Smart and clever and determined. He would win this chase and no one else, closer and closer he got to the copper wher who ran ahead of him. He ignored the other bronzes and irons that gave chase. Only one thing was on his mind now and that thing was Zelsk.


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She heard him. That much Busk knew, even if he didn’t get a direct response to his statements. Perhaps later Zelsk would come by and see what he knew about gift rocks and things. Once the choice was made and the heat of passion ebbed for a while.

Busk thought he had a decent shot at being chosen, until Zelsk choose to cross the river. He skidded to a stop at the water’s edge, unwilling. The White hated water, found it good for nothing besides watering plants and drinking. He barely tolerated the sponge baths His insisted he take from time to time. So he’d never learned how to float in a tub, let alone swim in something with a strong current.

It was that simple practicality that stopped Busk. No matter how much he might want to mate with Zelsk, he couldn’t figure out a way across the river without getting swept out to sea, where even worse water waited. So he roared his frustrations at the river, snapping at the uncaring water and cussing it out with all the swears he knew, and invented on the spot. Evil water, keeping him from his goals!

Burl was just glad that his wher didn’t try to take apart some poor beast in his rage.
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While the bronze was no stranger to water, none of the Weyr bred whers would be at this rate given the swimming lessons they endured in wherlinghood, he did not take to it with the same vigor as some of the others. In his mind’s eye he was far more graceful, more powerful even, on land than he was in the water. Still he was not above her challenge - the copper set the rules of this evening and he abided by them like all the rest. Norsk may be the Alpha of the Weyr but he was not so foolish to think that Zelsk would choose him based on that fact alone. There was much to prove if he wished to earn the right to be her chosen tonight; he wanted to prove everything to her.

Eyes seemed stuck in a permanent semi-glazed fashion as glimpses of the Run filtered through her mind, overlaying without overpowering the sights and sounds of the weyrbowl. His part in this was far more important than hers, she was simply along for the ride. Her fingers tightened against Oreanda instinctively as she watched Osk crash into the waters and pull ahead after the copper. Then the woman was gone from her grasp and all she had was Lykaios. She could not see Lykask from her bronze’s vantage point but she knew he was there all the same. If he hadn’t been then the man would not be here now, answering her need with a need of his own.

Rushing into the water he was at first mindful of the change in temperature as it swelled around the bronze’s thick legs and tail. It chilled him as it swallowed his body and wings until only his head remained out of the water. Lost in the darkened liquid were the actions of his feet as they paddled, the way he tucked his wings closer to his form to make himself streamline as he pulled himself after his queen. Tail lashed on occasion behind him acting to help counter the currents rippling through the river as he followed after the bobbing form of the copper ahead. He drew nearer - he was not as close as Osk but pulled ahead of some of the smaller males whose stamina would no doubt be waning. Even now he felt fatigue and aching throughout his form but he could continued as long as his queen demanded to; he had to continue as long as Zelsk wished, there was no question in his mind. He may be bonded to Norla but tonight he also belonged to his queen until she decided she no longer had use of him.


The weight of choosing between a woman she admired and a man she hardly knew but still knew lifted from her shoulders as the bluehandler kissed her. She would have chosen if pressed or she would have taken both of them - the night would not judge her for being greedy. Norla’s form curled into Lykaios as they joined in that fevered kiss. If not for other pressing needs she might have been content to stay in the open, but for as much as she was lost to the lust of her wher she was mindful of such things. Taking a step back towards the entrances to the wherholes she dared not part from the kiss except to breathe; they would make it to a bed one way or another, hopefully it would be one of their own.

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"I do." It was only natural that Zel was skeptical of his words; Kaizre had never said anything like them before, at least, not aloud. Still, while he had lied about himself for turns, he had never spoken a dishonest word about others. Zel had earned his genuine respect and admiration...but perhaps, something more as well. Something as of yet unexplained, unexplored, and impossible to put into words. He didn't think about it, didn't recognize it until warm fingers met his own. And then it was like he was experiencing his first crush all over again. Oh. He hadn't been expecting...this.

And yet, a part of him had always known. He'd just blocked it out with the rest of his feelings in an attempt to cling to the ideas that he was raised with. Of course, that was all behind him now. He'd made a choice to break free. Which left him with a question: what would this change? Perhaps nothing at all, but maybe it would change everything. He didn't know.

'Zel choose Kaisk's. Now what Kai choose? Zel not bad choice, but not easy either. Face long road. But what Kai want?' Kaisk had watched events unfold around her with personal interest, but she now set this aside for her handler. She could not make this choice for him, but she could let him know her opinion on the matter. She knew as well as he did that to follow Zel into her wherhole would not be something done and forgotten. If he did this, he was sealing his heart with the copper handler for the foreseeable future, and perhaps all he would find is heartbreak. She had plenty of other admirers after all; this day had proven that fact. But could he really allow anyone else to take this hand? The same hand that had woven its way through his with an open heart?

No.

"I-" Kaizre swallowed and took a tentative step after her, his hand tightening around her own. "I understand." Shells, words were so hard when all he could think about was the hand around his own, the look in her eyes, the way she had so boldly proclaimed her intentions. He may not have a wher in the chase, but he had his heart on the line, and as it turned out, that was more than enough to send him over the edge. He would wait until they were hidden away from wandering eyes, but only that long, before making a bold move of his own. He wanted to know what her lips felt like. The orangehandler was inexperienced, but equal parts gentle and passionate as he kissed her. He would give Zel what she needed. He could only hope his heart would survive the experience intact.

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Oh, he had noticed her little choice of words, hadn't he? Ithuriel giggled. "Well, I could say the same about you, Zen..." She leaned into him, fingers tracing patterns across his chest, and although she was already hot with runlust, the brushing of his fingers was enough to make her face noticeably red. "Please, lead the way." The woman linked her fingers through his, smiling all the while. She was Weyrborn and had no qualms about enjoying her night with this handsome stranger. He had proven himself to quite the gentleman, all things considered, though she hoped the passion behind his kiss was a promise of the things to come. It was rude to leave a lady wanting, after all.

Speaking of, Ithusk fought on with ever increasing need to prove himself to the lady in copper. His handler's desires inflamed his own and he was ready to tackle the quest assigned to him with gusto. No drown? As his queen demanded! The brown met the river with a skip and a leap, splashing about like a child at play. While not the most effective way to cross a river, his enthusiasm was clear, and he didn't appear to be at risk of drowning. He wasn't as fast as some of the other suitors, but he pulled himself up onto the other side without trouble, claws digging into sand and dirt until he was dripping all over the place. Still, there was no rest to be found here, not until Zelsk chose. 'Ithusk no drown.' He had done what she had asked of him. What next?

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[ooc// Thanks to everyone who participated! You guys made this a hard choice but random.org has spoken. On with the final results...]

It was time.

She wished she could keep running. Drive them all into exhaustion. But she couldn't, and she wouldn't. The purpose of the night was to be caught. And so, she would choose who would sire her first clutch. It was an important choice. One that had to be considered and the wisest course of action taken. The weyr or the wilds. Loyalty or survival.

Zelsk slowed.

Who would be her Prince? Her King? Hers.

Most of the suitors were dismissed from her mind in this final stretch. The remaining few swayed her interest for different reasons.

There was Ysk, who's wisdom was great and history vast. The feelings conveyed by his story sating a ravenous curiosity within her. He knew so much. Experienced a life that glutted her with answers to questions she never asked. He was a brown who survived and carried forward with aged patience. But despite all this, she did not call him. Though she did offer him a quiet touch of approval, free of lusts and ire, a bid to perhaps Chase her again another day. He was not hers tonight.

Next to be considered was Norsk. She would be lying if she said she didn't want him. She coveted all that he was with greedy fascination. He was a young, handsome bronze. Prideleader. Alphahandler. He understood duty and what it meant for Zelsk to need for her weyr. He could give her this. But...despite her immense respect for him, she realized that instincts yearned for another. 'Norsk best at many things.' Her mindvoice was barely a whisper, filled with an almost saddened adoration. He wasn't hers tonight.

Her strength was waning.

There was Rhysk. Infuriating, dangerous Rhysk. He snapped at other suitors and was belligerent. Yet, her instincts thrilled at the prospect of such a wild for a mate. He would sire fine, powerful offspring. But he was slow. Much too slow. Floundering the water where others endured better. As dangerous as their children could be, that wasn't what the weyr needed. Was it? Little whers that would take to the wilds better than handlers. Passionate though he may be, he wasn't hers tonight.

No. The one that would be hers was one that surprised the copper, just a little. After all, he was not familiar like Norsk. Nor wise and scarred like Ysk. Or a beast of dangerous passions like Rhysk.

But he was beautiful.

Loyal.

Dutiful.

He also bid her to take what was Hers.

So she would.

As was her right as Queen.

'Osk...you are MINE.' With that, she kept running forward, dismissing the rest of her suitors to return to their homes. if they were wise, none would question her choice or cause grief by picking a fight. She had enough energy left in her to properly maul any who thought to alter her course now that she had chosen a mate. Weyrborn or not, they would bleed. When she senses that her and her King were safe from interference or dispute, she would let him catch her at last.

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Kaizre did not pull away.

Without another glance at the others in the hall, Zel stepped back into her room. Any shyness fled when Zelsk made her choice. Bronze. Osk. Hers. It was overwhelming and undeniable. Emboldened, she didn't just accept Kai's curious kiss but held him close. This was the a night of new beginnings. Of chapters closing and new paths revealed.

She wasn't Zel.

THEY were Zelsk.

Perhaps it was best that she chose a suitor this night that was free of runlust. Kaizre wasn't the only one inexperienced in the ways of these things. Any thought of troubles or heartbreak could wait until morning. For now, all was as it should be.

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Most of the suitors did not survive the water. Those that did were far outside of Osk's mind, even if they were not outside the expanse of his watchful gaze. He was a proud wher, true to his colour, and he was confident that her choice would be him. This confidence would have carried him until she'd chosen another, and he would have happily turned and attended to any of the others that had been wounded, or required help. He was wise, and sometimes simple. Her choice, was her choice, and he never presumed to know best; only to be the best. To be everything. She dismissed the remaining whers slowly. It felt slow, like the balance between the inner rage of a wher, and the need to be loyal. To listen.

The wait near drove him mad as he slipped further into desire for the Star he chased through the night. They had all risen to her tasks and done the Weyr proud. Osk was but a wher in a wild world. He had no notion of what tomorrow brought save for the dreams of his Handler. He could not know that Rukbat would rise and another Copper Queen would Rise and find only disappointment. When he did discover this, his large heart would swell with pride. Pride for those suitors who had chased, and pride for his own personal accomplishment. Another suitor gone. And another.

He was her choice.

Anda felt the release of that choice ripple through her spine as Osk twisted in pursuit of Zelsk, warily ensuring the others removed themselves as requested. Weyr or Wild, all bets were off when whers Ran. Females were killed sometimes. Males were killed often. Typically they killed each other. It was unlikely they would try their luck against two gleaming lust-driven carnivores. Outmatched, and outwitted. Now it was for fun. The chasing. Into the brush until she found a suitable place, until she turned and indicated her readiness. Until he finally paired with her beneath the reaching ferns and dark shadows. This was proper, this was true. To chase and catch a Queen.

To ensure a loyal Pride for their Weyr.


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Any given run couldn’t last forever, after all there wasn’t any point to the run if the female that the suitors were chasing was never caught though obviously it was entirely on the female’s terms if the males knew what was good for them. Taresk knew that, and so far it seemed like the other males had enough sense not to draw Zelsk’s wrath at least in that regard though definitely not in other ways considering the injuries of some of the males.

The Brown wasn’t really that surprised when the Copper dismissed him among all but four of the males that were chasing her still by this point. Hopefully Bronze Osk would satisfy her in a way that none of her other suitors would be able to at least this time. Though not injured Taresk took his time getting back to the Weyr, tired after the long run with a fast enough pace to get himself away from the Copper who was busy with her chosen mate currently but not for long. Tarele wouldn’t be happy if he took too long getting back to their Quarters either, the Pridesecond would probably send Tienna after him to get back if he was overly tardy especially since he wasn’t happy with him starting to chase Zelsk in the first place.


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Water sloughed off him as he ran, leaving a trail of muddy drops wherever he ran. He knew he was slowing. Despite his age his body ached. Too many fights. Too many runs. He would not stop though, he would push himself until he keeled over if it would please this queen. He only had eyes for her right now. He would prove himself powerful, someone she needed in her life. And then he would leave. He would leave and let her keep their eggs as a memory. Rhysk would not be tied down to a Weyr, no matter how bright their queen shown.

She would have to make her choice. He didn’t even pause to size up the other males, to see how they were doing. To Rhysk, there was only the pair of them. To him, he was the only logical choice. Though she was bonded, wildness sang in her blood. He knew this, and he knew he was the best. Would always be best.

But then she made her choice.

It started as a rumble. Low and deep in his chest, rumbling enough he could feel it thrumming in his bones. Then it broak into a roar. He roared his anger, his fatigue, his hatred of these bonded ones. Always sticking with each other. Always only choosing the bonds. They were weak! Weak in choice and weak of body! He roared and stomped, throwing a true tantrum before turning his back to the pair of whers. He didn’t think they would attack. Not now. Not at the height of their passion.
BrightQueen will regret not choose Rhysk was all he spat before returning to the darkness. He needed to hunt. Killing something would sate his fury, this he knew.


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In the end, the choice had not been him, after all. Still, while there was expected disappointment, for he had very much--as much as anyone there, and more than some--had wanted to win her run. Yet he was proud that he had made it to the end of her run. He had made it where others had not, and he had at least, he hoped, shown her what he was capable of. He had grown into a wher worthy of chasing a queen, regardless of whether he was chosen or not. It was not for lack of capability. Osk was a fine choice. One Lykask respected. He stood among her suitors, there at the end, and knew that even if he was not chosen, he would be no less loyal to his queen for it. No less proud of what he'd accomplished here today. Plus, his running after Zelsk had produced something else, it seemed. Though his runlust was not sated by the copper queen, he could at least share in His' experience.

He stood a moment, there, to be sure that no one tried to pursue Zelsk after she had made her choice. Long enough to watch the other suitors who had not been chosen turn and go. Long after Zelsk had disappeared with Osk did he stay, laying down in soft grasses, content to rest his body, weary from the run. He would leave before morning, and find His. For now, he thought it prudent to let Kaios simply be. He had been ever the understanding and loyal partner to the man. Always anticipating his needs before even Lykaios knew them. He was content to think that someday, the man he'd chosen would see that. He was beginning to, and hopefully, after this run...well, he would see. He would see.
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