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Post by Mango on Sept 2, 2010 19:15:11 GMT -5
Meta had been having trouble sleeping. It was hard with a clutch waiting in the Hatching Caverns. She had been trying to adjust her schedule to be more like a Handlers. She really hoped it wasn't all in vain.
This particular night, though, she was dead awake. Trying to clear her mind, she had decided a stroll would be lovely and maybe clear her head. She got up and walked outside, dressed only in a pair of loose trousers and a sleeveless shirt, despite the cold. Because of the large sleeve holes, her chest was able to be seen from the side, but it was wrapped tightly with fabric and there wasn't much to see anyways so she wasn't concerned.
It took a short while for her eyes to adjust, but as they did, she got a glimpse of a heavily-laden figure going into the handler's quarters."Hmm...." she wondered, taking a couple of steps forward. In the dim light of the almost-dead glows, she saw the form of a girl who seemed to be heading to the wher hatching caverns.
Could it be time for a touching? It was possible. Meta didn't see any reason she couldn't try. But first, she remembered being told, she needed a gift. A gift? What sort of gift? Meta wasn't exactly sure, but she knew whers ate meat. And she doubted Rozsk could or would move far from her eggs. Maybe she'd like if she came with meat.
With that, Meta dashed to the kitchen. There was a drudge who was awake, furiously rubbing spices onto a hunk of meat. Meta smiled winningly at her as she slid up. "Hey there!" she said, her voice a mixture of a coy feminine coo and a little boy about to ask for something. "I believe there is a wher touching going on. I'm supp'sed ta bring a gift. Any ideas?" She blinked her long eye lashes at the drudge, an innocent look on her face.
The drudge glared at her, obviously not liking being disturbed. "You can get some meat I guess..." she pointed out the meat locker with a fresh kill being cut up in it. Meta grinned and quickly took some choice cuts. She filled up a good-sized bucket but could only hope it was enough.
She quickly ran to the caverns. She stuck her head in only to see a brown flit flying from the other girl to the gold like crazy. "Umm...Hello? I was wondering if there was a touching going on..." she voiced, not sure what was happening at the moment.
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Post by Mango on Sept 2, 2010 11:50:11 GMT -5
It happened quickly. A few more stepped up and the first egg hatched, the Stinging Nettles Egg hatching into a green as nasty as her name would imply. And the Valerian Egg was the green's first target. Rozsk, of course, would have none of that. The green had to move on, still fuming at those around her it would seem. And Meta was the first in her path.
The boyish girl let out an actual feminine cry as she felt the sharp,angry claws rake across her leg. But this wouldn't stop her from standing. No. She had to take it like a man. And with that, she tightly clenched her fists, digging dirty, short fingernails into the palm of her hand to help distract from the pain. It didn't work wonderfully, but it worked enough. The pain throbbed in her leg, but Meta remained standing, slowly clenching and unclenching her fists at her sides. She would show the gold that she was worthy to stand for her clutch. One little scratch from an angry green who longed for the jungle wouldn't stop her. Besides, the other poor girl behind her seemed to have gotten more than she did. It could have been worse.
To help distract herself from her leg, Meta looked out to view the eggs that had just fought to free themselves and succeeded. The Valerian Brown was a very lovely shade and seemed curious. Meta had to grin, despite her pain. He was cute. The Dandelion Green that just hatched was also very cute in her opinion. You know, if she really thought things were cute. It was strange to see how different they were from their now-wild sister. They didn't look like they'd hurt anyone. Of course, that could be a mistake and Meta tried to stave off that thinking in case it proved to jinx her.
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Post by Mango on Sept 1, 2010 12:12:07 GMT -5
The moments spent in her bowed position seemed to last an eternity. Rozsk was clearly not happy and that anger seemed to be directed towards the Candidates. Meta frowned, her change in facial expression mostly hidden by her bow. She had done her best. She was new to wher Hatchings. She had bowed in the best way she knew how and had tried to ask as nicely and elegantly as she could. But it was hard for her. She didn't have the teachings of a Holder. She was from the country.
Eggs were moving as she waited in the bow. Oh, she longed to see which ones. She didn't much care what egg she Impressed, if she did, or what color it was. She just wanted one. She found the muscular "ugly" creatures wonderful. And she wanted to bond with one.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, the gold growled at her and another girl. She slowly straightened and stepped forward. This was good right? She was chosen? Of course, that didn't mean a thing, but it meant that perhaps the gold thought she was worthy...or close to worthy.... She didn't know. At least she had the ability to look around now.
A smile crept up onto her face as she looked at the eggs, eyes shining bright with excitement. The Dandelion Egg seemed very close to Hatching. Meta wanted to focus on it, not wanting to miss the moment the wher broke out of the wrinkly shell, but others were moving too. She wanted to look at them all. The egg that had been knocked over seemed to be fighting to break, but only in bursts. Once the biggest egg began to move, knocking the two eggs close to it. One of those eggs, the Stinging Nettles Egg responded with angry shakes. Perhaps it would be the first to Hatch?
As she pondered this, she took a quick glance to the other candidate that had been approved to step forward. Her grin widened slightly as she recognized the girl from the dancing and the Hatching. She wasn't quite sure she remembered her name but her initial Impression was that she was gonna like the girl. Hopefully, they'd both Impress so that they could get to know each other.
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Post by Mango on Aug 31, 2010 21:14:44 GMT -5
Meta was in a weird place between sleep and awake. She was just about to wake up naturally. Well, maybe in a candlemark..... She had been doing her best to get into a more wherhandler-like sleep schedule. It was just too hard with Candidate chores and such. But the blue that echoed in her mind decided that she was up.
The girl sprung up and got dressed. A hand tousled her hair, making it a perfect mess. She ran off, long legs carrying her quickly to the Hatching Caverns. Meta had tried to go there as often as possible, often just sticking her head in and dashing out before the wher mother could really gather she was there. She had attended the touching, making sure to bring lots of meat to the mother. The feeling had been just as amazing as touching a dragon egg.
Now, it was time for the Hatching. Her heart was pounding, not just from running. She was nervous. And excited. To her, it was just like the dragon hatching she had attended. She hurried into the hatching caverns, giving the gold and her handler a huge, excited smile. This was followed by a crude, but honest and respectful, bow. She was never really taught the proper way to bow. And she certainly never learned to curtsy. But her bows were enough. They were respectful and put her below the two.
"I'd very much like to stand," she chirped from her bow, heart racing and keeping her from thinking of much more to say. There were two people here already. Meta kinda knew them, but kinda didn't. Well, they'd hopefully get to know each other better now.
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Post by Mango on Aug 29, 2010 12:41:41 GMT -5
I fixed it! I hope. I also changed Mira to Mela b/c of Kira's new charrie.
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Post by Mango on Aug 29, 2010 11:06:16 GMT -5
Valee hurried as fast as she could to the docks. If only the stupid apprentice healer hadn't taken so long removing the stitches. Her stomach was feeling almost as good as new. This hurrying wasn't helping much unfortunately. She arrived, breathless, and waved at Raelwyn. This must be one of the "easy" chores for the injured girls.
"Hey!" she called to the other girl, waving her hand above her head as she approached. She had grown to like the girl. She seemed nice and wasn't irresponsible or a troublemaker. Plus, they could share in their pain. Speaking of- Valee felt a sharp sear as she had stretched her torso a little too far. She winced and placed her waving hand on her stomach. She really hoped the next hatching wouldn't result in a similar fashion. She had managed to avoid getting hurt the first one.
She sat next to the harper among the nets, grinning. This would send her right back to the Weaverhall for sure. Without needing much instruction, she could see was Rael was doing, she began to fix a hole, fingers moving quite skillfully.
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Post by Mango on Aug 29, 2010 9:19:05 GMT -5
"Get in there 'n' stop messin' around in the kitchen, ya pest!" a gruffy old lady voice called. A giggle and scuffling feet on the stone preceded the arrival of the little blonde troublemaker that was assigned to change glows. He watched as a deadglow landed right in front of his feet and grinned at the other girl, giving her a wave as he approached with a basket of new glows in his hands. Well, he might as well start here since a glow landed at his feet.
"Hiya! I think you dropped one!" he said to S'ren, recognizing her briefly from the first joint Weyrling Lesson. She was one of the older Weyrling (despite the fact that everyone was older than him anyways, she was also, obviously, older dragonet-wise). He reached up and scratched the fire lizard on his head, grinning widely at the other weyrling assigned to such an annoying duty. It could be fun if they worked together. Not extremely productive most likely, but much more amusing.
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Post by Mango on Aug 27, 2010 16:19:48 GMT -5
I will say both my girlies will try:
Valee needs a happy friend! and Meta would be so much fun with a flitter!!
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Post by Mango on Aug 27, 2010 8:21:51 GMT -5
Player name: Mango Character name: Meta Are you alright with being left standing? Yes Are you alright with your character being maimed/attacked? 1-5: 4 or 5. Just no death. Are you alright with your character suffering emotional damage? Yes
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Post by Mango on Aug 26, 2010 19:30:05 GMT -5
A not-really-there chirp on his shoulder in the Weyrling Barracks alerted C'ko to the excitement of the Great Hall. A mischievous sparkle alighted in his eye and he quickly decided on what he wanted to do to cause trouble while he was there.
Mine! Let us go! Then we can decide! Peth crooned, banging his tail on the ground excitedly. Oh! He wanted to go check it out, yes yes yess!!! C'ko laughed and stood and the three of them hurried to the Great Hall. C'ko blinked as he stared at the people. The dancers were kinda cool. He wanted to join them!
"Let's put on our dancing shoes!!!!!" C'ko yelled, extending his arms and "flying" over towards the dancers. Yes, he was living vicariously, though he had missed all that stuff. "I wanna dance!" he called up to the dancers, holding his hands up towards them and jumping up and down, hoping that one might help him up so he and Polo and Peth could dance! He could twirl....and maybe shake his hips....
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Meta was awoken by music. Well, more like kept from going to sleep. She half a half-frown and got dressed again, ruffling her hair and giving a lovely scratch of her hindside. Let's see what was going on. Dressed as a boy, but with a feminine face, she certainly looked odd among the crowd, especially with her head hanging around the heads of many of the young men. She cocked her head at the music and had to break out in a grin.
Her toe started tapping and she had to admit, the dancers were nice to look at. It was a shame Meta didn't yet know many people. Her weird schedule had kept her from that. Maybe this would be a good chance! She'd love to make friends! She began by elbowing the person next to her and muttering, "Not too shabby, huh?" She nodded towards the dancer who was circling around K'vin and winked.
She looked to see a squat,angry-looking drudge who didn't seem to be too happy to be touched or to have been asked her opinion on a female. Whoops....Meta could have sworn that was a man.... She quickly pushed her way forward, trying to get away from the glaring drudge eyes.
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Post by Mango on Aug 19, 2010 19:59:53 GMT -5
M'ma watched as the potential mates fly up to meet the gold. A brown soon joined the mix. He looked over their Bondeds to see how they were all fairing. Some of them might be new to the whole flight thing. The bronze, he mused, must belong to the Candidate girl who got attacked by the green. Raelwyn, he believed, was her name. She didn't seem to have joined them. He wasn't sure if this was a first time for her. Maybe she knew what she was doing and was able to keep control of her emotions. That was good. She seemed like she might be level-headed. Perhaps the next Hatching would give her a dragon.
C'ko was standing among the chasers. M'ma looked oddly at him. Why was he there? With such a strange look on his face? It was weird. The boy wasn't really smiling. M'ma had only seen that once. At the clutching where the boy had fallen back in fear. But that passed quick enough. Wait...didn't the boy supposedly carry around an imaginary brown? He shook his old head. The imaginary firelizard was chasing after the Queen. What in Faranth's name was Pern coming to? At least an imaginary firelizard had no chance to catch the gold. M'ma would not have to worry about C'ko and Peth. And, honestly, the blue might not have been able to handle the flight lust quite yet.
The real brown, M'ma could see, belonged to K'vin. One of the new Weyrlings. That might be a problem. He sent a quick note to Heneth to try and see if Asileth was alright. A brown of that age was going to fly if he had enough will. M'ma knew K'vin couldn't really stop him if he was determined. And by the looks of K'vin, the boy did not want this to happen. Quite obviously a first flight.
M'ma to the rescue! He grinned at the thought and hurried over to the boy banging his head against the wall. He gently slid a hand in front of K'vin's forehead and gently held on, shaking his head with a smile. "Now, now," he said gently, hoping the boy's flight lust wasn't too strong, "That won't due for anyone. Asileth will be even more worried if you get all banged up. If this is your first flight, the advice I'll give you is to go with the flow. Now that your brown is in the skies, you can't pull him back. He will fly until he wins or loses. Your brain damage won't aid in anything." He gave the boy a wink, hoping his little speech was enough to stop another head barrage. It was a good thing he had decided to come watch and look out for L'cin.
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Post by Mango on Aug 19, 2010 14:15:39 GMT -5
C'ko had the perfect vantage point to spring on one of the drudge's felines that had scratched him just a sevenday ago. He would have his revenge! Suddenly, he felt a lightneing on his shoulder and a small bugle in his ear. Oh! The lovely gold Brillia was rising! Ew. C'ko wasn't a fan of rising females. Polo always wanted to chase after them but it just gave the weyrling a funny feeling inside. It was weird.
But it was too late. The call of the gold was simply too much. C'ko would have to put off his revenge plot til another day."Shards" he yelled, just loud enough to get a short yowl from the fat feline. With that, he was off, following after the lusty brown. Polo had put off Chasing long enough. He bugled a cry that fell on ears that had no way of hearing him and called out to the shining gold. Why didn't she respond? He crooned to her again. He wanted her to choose him so badly.
But, it was obvious that he was just an imaginary creature to all but his imaginer. And C'ko stood by with an odd look on his face. He looked almost uncomfortable as his flitter's lust filled him. He was just about 13 after all. Lust was something he hadn't really felt. That was the problem with getting a firelizard so young.
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Toto perked his head up at the mating call. The pretty gold one was flying. He considered chasing her for a short moment. She was pretty. But greens were sooo much prettier. He trilled a little and took to the air, but did not chase after the gold. Instead, he landed on M'ma's shoulder, trilling happily. He was content. A green lizard would rise soon for sure. He would chase then. Yes indeed he would.
M'ma stroked the lizard affectionately, gathering from him that Brillia had risen. L'cin surely was nervous. The boy had even come to M'ma for advice. Perhaps we should go, Toto. For moral support. Maybe L'cin would feel better knowing that old M'ma was there for him. He would be ok. Queth was old enough to handle the flight for sure. No doubt a few of the younger ones with flitts would chase too though. That was fine, but he wanted to be there to see the outcome. Both parties might need some help if it went too far. The old man ambled out to the flight grounds, looking up as the brilliant gold took to the skies. Lovely.
Toto whistled to her and the competitors, wishing them all luck. Yes, the goldone was beautiful, but greens were just so much better! He wished to chase after all of them. Especially the big greenone of His.
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Post by Mango on Aug 18, 2010 16:45:37 GMT -5
Meta wasn't really sure how she was supposed to do this whole nocturnal thing. She was so used to getting up early and Candidate life reinforced that. Rise with Rukbat and go do chores! That was the motto. But if she were to Impress one of those awesome-looking whers, she'd have to get used to rising at night. Eh, she could do it! The odd girl jumped out of bed. Yes, it was an odd time to get up, but she had a plan.
If she went to bed right after dinner, then she could get up before dawn. Perhaps, that would make transition a little easier. It was worth a shot. The boyish girl gave a wide yawn and tousled her hair some. She needed a haircut soon. It was getting long enough that she might get knots in it! Then she'd have to comb it and that wasn't fun. A stretch of her arms above her head accompanied by a so ladylike scratch of the armpits finished her wake-up routine. Well...maybe she should splash water on her face. Her reflection showed a bit of dirt...or something... on her cheek. She did that and felt good. Time to start the day.
Green eyes sparkled behind her thick, long lashes as she strode out into the all-too-quiet Barracks.The glows were fading fast. She wanted to explore around the wherhandlers quarters this morning, she quickly decided. There were so few whers here, it wasn't likely she'd get caught. She grinned and made a quick stop by the kitchen, grabbing a piece of bread. The drudges were still fast asleep, luckily. None of them were nosing around the kitchen to swat her hand.
As she entered the bowl, she mused how neat the pre-dawn hours looked. Her musing was made totally complete by the stuffing of the bread into her mouth and some lovely full-mouth chewing. This coupled with her thin, flat frame in the moonlight made her seem completely masculine. One couldn't see the girly eye lashes in the dark. As she headed towards the wherhandlers quarters, she noticed a boy enter them as well. He was unaccompanied by a wher and curiosity quickly filled her. She began to follow the other, a look of glee on her face. She stayed as far back as she could, not wanting him to catch her and her to be in trouble.
He seemed to be looking for someone, knocking on a door and waiting patiently. Then, he took off. Something exciting must be happening, right? Meta pushed off after him, fairly certain he knew where he was going. He slowed down as he approached different caverns. Could it be? The Gold had just had a run recently. Maybe the eggs were laid! Meta's step became a little more bouncy as she followed with an almost feminine glee. Well, it was probably closer to the glee of a young boy.
The boy stepped into one and Meta could hear him talk.He must know the goldhandler. Hmm, maybe he could only see the clutch because he knew her. Well, she wanted to see... And she stuck her head in. "Awesome!!!!" she said, her voice automatically matching the low almost-whisper of the boy.
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Post by Mango on Aug 17, 2010 20:47:32 GMT -5
Player:Name: Mango Are you 17+?: Now I’m not even a teenager Contact Information:AIM: iluvjinglebells Email: apm4r@virginia.edu Past RP Experience: You know. Character:Name: Meta Age: 16 (Early Spring) Gender: Female Sexual Orientation: Homosexual, but she doesn’t show much interest in either gender. Occupation: Farmer/Wher Candidate Description: Meta looks a lot like how she acts: with a certain boyish flair. She is fairly tall, much like her brothers, standing at 5’ 7” Her body is thin, showing very little of the muscle she has accumulated over time from working on the farm. She’s not gifted in the area of curves. In fact, she’s almost as flat as a washboard. It never really bothered her though as attracting the opposite sex, or anyone really, has never been a priority. Her skin is tanned and slightly rough from outside work. Her hair, a strawberry blonde color had been cut herself so it fell lightly above her ears in a boy-ish cut. This act of shortening her hair was probably the best as, if she had kept her hair long, it would surely be tangled and not well-taken care of at all. Meta just didn’t feel like dealing with that. Her face is probably the most feminine part about her. She has gentle, playful green eyes that are framed by thick, long eyelashes that would be the envy of most of her gender. She never felt one way or the other about them. She wasn’t trying to be a boy, so it didn’t matter if she looked somewhat feminine. It definitely threw others off, expecting her to be a boy until she turned around. As far as clothes go, she always wore her brother’s hand-me-downs. She owned one dress, but shunned it as much as possible, much preferring male clothing to the female. Personality: Meta is, in short, a boyish girl. She likes to joke and get dirty. She especially likes to be crude. She’ll belch and make sexual jokes with no shame. Growing up outside of the Hold life, manners were never important, so she was never taught to be a proper lady. She shuns away from serious chatter if she can in favor of something non-serious and light-hearted. And when choosing a group of males to talk with and a group of females, she would almost always choose the males. Though she might come off flirtatious to some, she means no harm in it. It’s much like she’s a young boy. It’s rare to see her sad or upset as she doesn’t let much get to her. She’s not particularly hyper-active, but neither is she calm. It’s a rare mix, usually depending on the situation. She’s a very hard worker, often trying to have fun in the act of working. History: Tem and Ameris loved the outdoors. So a farmer lifestyle seemed perfect. They found a small farming village right outside of Nerat Hold. After establishing a small farm, they started establishing a family. It wasn’t that small though. Ameris soon learned she was pregnant and gave birth to Mer, a healthy baby boy. They were a happy family and Mer grew quickly. But one wasn’t enough. The couple wanted a large family to spread the love and the work. Four turns later, Simen was born. And yet another male named Ritem was to be born four turns after that. Ameris was getting a bit older now. And having Ritem set her off to start getting sick. However, she soon found out she was pregnant again. The whole family worried and fretted over the baby and were shocked when it came, completely healthy, but a girl. The first girl of the family. They were happy. Ameris had so many plans to spoil and pamper her little girl. But she was still sick. Meta’s birth had pushed her to stay in bed. But she began to recover. And then, she was pregnant again. The pregnancy was a tough one. Ameris had no energy and no desire to eat. The family feared the worst for their mother. She died giving birth to her fourth son and fifth child, Sirem. Sirem was barely alive when he first came out and was terribly sick. But with all hope lost on Ameris, the healers turned all their efforts on Sirem. Tem was left to shoulder all the burden of this on himself as his oldest son was still only nine. How would he be able to raise five children? Sirem got healthy and Tem did his best. Some of the nearby families helped and soon, Tem got the farm back on track. And he was a good, loving father. He tried not to show his grieving for his wife in front of his children and the only ones who seemed to really be affected were Mer and Simen, who had enough memories of their mom to miss her. But none of the children, including Meta, wanted for love. Tem showered it upon him. The only problem was, he didn’t know much about how to be feminine. So, Meta was raised as one of the boys. She would run around and roll in the mud and burp and laugh at crude jokes. She kept her hair short for most of her life, not taking good enough care of it to let it grow. And she worked hard on the farm. She was a regular farmboy. She did as much as she was allowed, loving the feeling of completing a difficult task. As she grew, certain things that happened to every girl left her family completely useless. She turned to the girls nearby for help and found that she liked the way their hair bounced and the way they had a tinkle to their laugh and the shapes their bodies were becoming as they grew. She didn’t envy any of this though. She desired it in a different way. She never acted on these feelings as they were never strong enough for any particular person but she began to wonder what it was like. That was when the 15-turn old was swept to Southern for a dragon Hatching. She stood, and didn’t Impress. But the ever-positive Meta didn’t let it get her too down. She was enjoying seeing the Southern Continent and jumped at the chance to see a new place. She joined the others heading to Cerulean Weyr, but decided not to Stand for the dragon hatching. She was interested in something else. Those wonderfully ugly creatures that had brought the eggs over. Fun Facts: Name: Metask Color: Brown BC7414Description: This brown is a thick creature, all big muscle and little finesse to his form. His wings are on the small side, guaranteeing him only the shortest of glides in optimal conditions, but his sheer go power will make up for it. His thick powerful legs will guarantee him almost unmatched speed while running straight, though he’ll have some difficulties making quick turns. His favorite place to run will be along the ground, but his strong legs will give him the opportunity of learning to climb with ease in trees that will support his near bronze sized weight. His larger than average claws make him dangerous in a fight, and he will be well versed in using them. A thick, medium length tail barely touches the ground behind him when he moves, acting as his balance while he runs and turns. His thick hide is a rich caramel color, deepening around his feet and tail tip into mahogany. A blunt, rounded head and short knobs give him a bit of a menacing butch appearance, but it’s not more so than the typical wher. A splash of near burgundy color expands over his back and shoulders, almost looking like a bucket of paint was dropped on him from above. It makes a stark eye catching contrast to the otherwise lighter hue of his hide and wings. Personality: Of a generally even-keeled and genial nature, this wher has the typical ‘I only like my bonded’ view of humans, but he sincerely loves being in the company of other whers. Particularly male whers. Or, actually, only male whers. He’s a forever bachelor, happy hanging with the boys, both blue brown and bronze. It’s even unlikely that this wher will chase a running female, though if he does, it will likely be only greens as he fancies their smaller builds. Despite his general dislike of the female variety, he will still show respect and grudging obedience to a gold, but this brown is a complainer while doing so. Very vocal, he doesn’t hesitate to make his dislike, lack of comfort, boredom or what have you, known to anyone and everyone around. He will similarly though show his great pleasure in something with vocalizations of the loud and annoying variety. He can spend an entire evening simply playing around with sounds to try and make new ones, and he’ll nearly always be making some noise, even in sleep. If ever a wher could learn a few words of the human language and actually speak them verbally, this wher would be it. He envies his humanpet’s vocal abilities and will strive his hardest to emulate them. He’ll probably get a few, too, though his vocabulary will never be more than a handful of words. He enjoys the challenge though and will likely never give up on it, gaining more words as he grows with his good memory allowing him to remember them all. He isn’t likely to snap at other humans, but he only barely tolerates the necessity of their presence, of course accompanied by loud and often abusive vocalizations and images sent to his bonded, most of which show his good taste in jokes. He’ll likely learn a single derisive word just so he can communicate directly to those he particularly dislikes just what he thinks of them. He might eventually accept someone his bonded is fond of, feeding from the good emotions going through their unusually deep bond. There will never be another twolegs fro him though. He will never rebond should his handler die, joining her between if not taken out right along side her. He will protect her to the end, his one beloved among all the females of any race. Craftskills:Craft: Farming Level of Proficiency:Apprentice Specialty: Doing what she was asked Weakness: Lifting things her brothers can lift.
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Post by Mango on Aug 8, 2010 21:39:46 GMT -5
It was a relaxing night indeed. M'ma had managed to sneak a bottle of wine from the kitchen, giggling like a naughty school boy, and was slowly sipping a glass or two. The Weyrlings had been doing so well, he felt he could easily relax. Heneth was curled up on her couch, drifting in and out of a doze. Toto was perched atop Heneth chirping lovingly at the green. Oh how he loved greens!!! They were the prettiest! The two dragons heard the nervous boy outside before he seemed to work up the courage to knock.
Toto trilled in excitement. A visitor! He took off into the air and disappeared between. He must see who it is. He popped outside the door and divebombed L'cin's head, nestling himself on the boy's head and sending His a picture of the Weyrling.
It is Queth's, Mine. L'cin the green informed her rider. Though with so few current Weyrlings, M'ma knew that from the image sent by his strange firelizard.
"Sorry about Toto, dear," he called with a hint of embarrassment in his voice. That dratted thing. What if something was wrong? He tsked quietly before calling back out, "Come in, my lovely. The door is open. I hope nothing is the matter!" His smile as the boy entered was genuine. M'ma loved helping. Especially his lovely Weyrlings. They were just too cute!
He could tell L'cin was at least nervous to come talk to him by the way he was speaking. He hoped he wasn't too scary to come talk to! He had tried to be firm, but friendly. He didn't want his lovelies to only love him because he was nice. What good was that?
Heneth rumbled a small greeting to L'cin and the blue firelizard immediately trilled and returned to the green. Meeting new people was nice but his green was moving again! Oh, what a lovely shade she was!
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