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 You Better Watch Out, SP:18 {Amber Era's First Run}
Ruin
 Posted: Dec 18 2017, 04:09 AM
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Era didn't announce her Run so much as she exploded out of the lake one early morning, when the Spring air was still chilly enough that the water almost seemed frosty, and began running. She didn't call for the males, didn't even demand them, in fact she was pretty sure if she ran hard enough, and long enough, she would accomplish all things required for procreation of her species because she was just that amazing. Luckily she was running by the edge of a body of water filled to bursting with pillies, and that pillies had a way of telling--maybe it was something in the water--otherwise she might've been left right out alone in the cold and in a seasons time?

Disappointment.

it would be up to Dalibor's male pillie population to prevent that from happening, even in the face of an Amber who seemed to think they were unnecessary for all her independent accomplishments. She might even try to fight them off for their trouble, who could say. Not her, you'd be lucky to get the time of day out of this one. Oorah, oorah OORAH ooRAH she was chanting as she scuttled this way and that along the bank, skirting large obsidian boulders that were double in her size, and scattering the smaller ones with her pointed limbs. Her militaristic song continued as she crushed river reeds and spooked little amphibious beasts from their resting place as they waited for Rukbat's warmth. There would be no sunning themselves on her watch, not today, today she was busy!

A few enterprising males had already started crawling out from the water by the time she made half a circuit of the lake, she was just now starting across the bridge that the humans called "lover's hump", you might know the one. It has a very romantic view of the waterfall. All Era took note of was that the stone was more slippery than usual, and a wee bit frosty due to the air flowing beneath the stone bridge. She didn't know much about cooling air and ice formation, but she did know a whole lot about causing disasters in her wake. Her OORAH might have been a bit more humorous when one of the males following her did indeed spin out of control in a rolling tumble after she had passed over the treacherous bridge.

Yes, yes, let them come, maybe she'd even pick one of them!


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 Posted: Dec 18 2017, 11:35 PM
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Parvelet was enjoying his time not having to watch over what Girsen was doing, after the incident in the previous turn the three-toned Blue’s movements were under greater scrutiny than it had been in turns which meant more work for him, Haverno, and Torrens. Of course that came to a rather abrupt end with Era exploding out of the water within sight of the reddish coloured Black caused him to change his plans for the time being completely with him setting of in pursuit of Era. Fie fie fie! said Parvelet falling in a comfortable position for both him and hopefully Era with his meaning something akin to ‘here I come!’

His maneuvering skills would be put to the test as he weaved through the larger stones around the Weyr Lake and moving the stones that he could with his feet all the while Era’s song kept going. The Black slowed slightly having to safely navigate the slippery and frost covered bridge that the humans of the Weyr had built some time long before he had been born. It wasn’t the most flattering of moments in all of the runs that he had participated in but he was so far making it over the bridge and the Amber did seem to find it quite amusing.


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 Posted: Dec 20 2017, 10:12 PM
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[Using wild pillie 'ticki' | Black ]


An amber ran.

What a glorious, wonderful, fabulous day! Well, any excuse to abandon the chilled waters of the lake made a day fantastic. This was just an extra special reason. He peeked above the surface just to be certain, and when he spied the female running, scrambled ashore. His shell was shiny yet murky, like a polished glass ball filled with soot. The damp of the lake clung to him, making him gleam as he began his pursuit. He was a fine example of a male. What female would not be delighted at his attention? Of course, he was a young pillie, this being the first time he was old enough to chase a female of any color. But that just meant he was spry with youth and enthusiasm!

'Tickitickiticki,' he called as he joined the chase, ignoring the other males present. So focused on following the female, he not only did not see his competition, but the dangers that lie ahead. He found himself slipping and floundering on the bridge, struggling to keep upright. Oh no. No no no. This would not do! With a great deal of effort, he corrected his stride and continued to run, but not before making a fool of himself first. How was he supposed to impress the amber if she thought he was clumsy?


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 Posted: Dec 26 2017, 12:59 AM
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A third pillie showed signs of life on that frosty morn. It was hard to rouse such energy so early, and with the internal slowing that wintertime temperatures always brought. A time for eating slow fish and burrowing deep. But Era’s militaristic cry was enough to get the hemolymph pumping in any male, and this one no exception. Even better for this particular pillie, for today would be a first! For the Speckle had run before… but never as a competitor, always as the prize.

He shuffled out onto the shore, gave his body a cursory shake to work out the creaks, and charged forward with an unexpectedly high-pitched, Bepbep! All eight legs started scrambling at full tilt and he was off after the rapidly dwindling Era. She was a tricky one for sure, canny enough to know when to dodge and when to plow through an obstacle. The Speckle could appreciate this in another, even if he could not always manage so much himself. He followed the Amber’s lead step-for-step as long as he could, but she ran with a purpose that he could not match, and when he came upon a boulder that should have been bypassed he instead chose to plow through. A rookie mistake, for it was so large that he spent precious seconds trying to ascend its slippery surface, and when at last he crested it with a triumpaht, BEP! he could see Era’s backside receding into the distance, and other males well ahead of him now.

With a mournful little cry the Speckle slid down the boulder he had taken so much time to master. He would simply have to make up for lost time, that was all. And to his credit, his loss of ground proved at least a little helpful, for he could see some of the others losing their footing on the icy bridge. Sinking to his belly, the wild pillie did his best to slide along, feet flapping to propel him forward after Era’s insistent call.
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She heard them. It was no so many as she would have liked, but in fact she was not keen on waiting for more. There were other things she wanted to be doing, more important than the males chasing her, but not as important as the little eggs she would one day carry. Those hadn't come yet. This first. It was a Black and a Speckle; she admired them...somewhat. They were driven and...interested...which was all she really needed. She turned to watch them for one long moment, then dove back toward them.

For one long moment she was chasing them. They were a bit scattered, a little clumsy, but it was endearing, really. She chattered as she pressed forward her pointed legs waving at them as she advanced. Then she was close enough, she struck out with those limbs, grabbed for the Black (ticki) and dragged herself closer before tumbling them both off the side of the bridge and into the chill water below. It would be up to him to latch on and do what males did best.

See, she'd chosen one in the end after all!


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 Posted: Jan 5 2018, 12:24 AM
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There wasn’t a good turnout for the Amber’s run, which is pretty surprising considering how often this would happen especially with a human bonded Amber, with there only being three males including Parvelet. It was just him as a human bonded male, with the other Black and the Speckle both being wild pillies with the other Black being closer to true black in terms of shade and the Speckle at least for the run being a male. That was the thing with Speckles in that they could change whether they were female or male, something that wasn’t present in any other known species on Pern.

As quickly as an Amber could go Era darted behind the three males, though he wasn’t sure what Era wanted from this he didn’t move immediately to turn back and get back into position behind her again especially since she continued to push them forward. It didn’t last long, she evidently wasn’t one to drag this out any longer grabbing the wild Black over him. Parvelet saw that he wasn’t needed and retreated from where the run had taken place, and probably wouldn’t be nearly as okay with this result if he hadn’t had fathered a clutch fairly recently with a Grey.


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 Posted: Jan 7 2018, 05:41 PM
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Oh. Oh dear. As he was regaining his ability to Chase, the Amber turned around. To his surprise, she dashed towards them. Why would she do that? He may not have ever participated in a Run before, but he was so sure that the males did the Chasing. Maybe she was displeased by the turnout. Only three males emerged from the water to make fools of themselves on land. Each of the slipped and stumbling on the ice. Perhaps in her ire, she would punish them for daring to make pursuit, furious at their subpar performance.

He scrambled about, unsure what to make of this turn of events. At least, until the Amber closed on him. The larger female literally dragged him off the land into the water below. Oh. Oh! He won. Well, of course he did! Obviously he was a most wonderful specimen. This just proved it.

His first foray into courtship went well.

No doubt he'd sire many offspring this cold, winter day.


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 Posted: Jan 9 2018, 12:14 AM
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It seemed his luck had turned after all! For Era might have gone on disappearing into the horizon, but instead turned to look at her pursuers for a long moment instead. He was only an insect and did not understand much in the way of dreams, or hopes, or aspiration, but he did understand wanting in this very moment, and the Amber drew him in with primal instinct. So strong was his hoping that he did not register that she had changed course for many crucial seconds. It was obvious when he did realize, as his headlong charge turned into a preposterous, leg-flailing slide along the bridge, trying so hard to turn around that he spun twice before finally being righted.

Dizzy and confused, the Speckle scooted away from Era as she advanced, wailing a few sad little ‘beps’ as he went. When he could no longer hear her scuttling he turned to see where she might have gone, but… she had vanished entirely, with nothing more than a ripple on the water’s surface to show where she might have gone. The Speckle stared for a long moment, trying to process what had just happened, and forming the first inklings of what a human might have called ‘ghost’ or ‘alien abduction,’ though he was a pillie of very few words and not much brain. Convinced that she had simply ceased to exist and was perhaps no more than a dream, the Speckle wandered off down the shoreline, contenting himself with his little cry as he went.
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