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Post by nozomi on Feb 28, 2011 21:33:33 GMT -5
Beyond getting herself a lifemate, Siata didn't think too far into the future. It all seemed so simple!
Step 1. Get a Wher.
Step 2: ?
Step 3: PROFIT.
Maybe it didn't make the most sense in the entirety of Pern, but it wasn't exactly something Siata expected to be faced with; the idea of getting a Wher in her life seemed awesome enough but life with it never hit Siata as an important thing to contemplate. Even on the Sands, with toothless gums on her thigh and blood dripping down her leg, Siatask in her mind, sarcastic and cold, it didn't come together as something horribly solid in her life.
Gathering up all of her meager belongings into a few bags, and going to a new sleeping area with her Siatask, that what finally drilled the thought of being something new and entirely different into her thick skull.
Siatask's. Siatask took on that cold, mocking tone once again. Siata flopped her stuff down onto a random cot and Siatask, her large, hulking, beautiful girl, shook herself out with a rough huff. Siatask's find spot. Right spot. Not that. She squeezed her claws onto the ground, large head twisting from side to side in order to peer as far into the room as she could, lips peeled from her gums in agitation over lack of proper spot.Choose.
"I like this spot."
No. Not back. Another. She wanted what she wanted. Siata needed to understand that.
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Post by leanansidhe on Feb 28, 2011 23:12:52 GMT -5
Moriolle walked awkwardly, lugging along the sack filled with possessions that she had to bring; mostly just clothes, with a few rather plain pieces of jewelry tossed in as well. Moriolle wasn't a very neat packer, which caused her average amount of items seem to take up a lot of room. She was too excited to be bothered with packing.
"I don't know anyone!" She gushed to the Bronze by her side. "It's so exciting! I'm sure we'll be friends; best friends, even, if we Impressed at the same Hatching!"
Moriosk wrinkled his snout a little bit, but didn't say anything. He was content to allow His Mori to chat at him all she wanted; this was a magnanimous, generous quality he had. When they reached the room of cots, he preceded Mori inside with a snort, as if checking it for danger. It drew a peal of laughter from Moriolle, which faded when she spotted Siata and her lovely, bright green Wher. She collected herself a little, smothering her chatty joy for a more calm friendliness.
"Hello," she greeted from the doorway, "I'm Moriolle; I just Impressed." As if the Bronze wasn't a clue. "Your girl is beautiful!" Really, Siatask looked like a baby Wher, which Moriolle honestly found adorable only because of the extremity of its ugliness; she felt the same way about Moriosk, actually. He was darling, but not because of how elegant he looked.
Moriolle smiled hopefully at Siata, taking the other's physical measure.
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Post by Spiffy on Mar 1, 2011 11:34:13 GMT -5
Bella was in a great mood. She'd Impressed a wher, a gold one, and a green, that made two whers, and she'd just had her leg stitched up by a pretty terrified but good-looking looking healer, and there'd been blood everywhere, and... yeah, she was a weird kid. But a happy Bella is always preferable to an unhappy Bella.
"Where the fuck's my knife?" she asked of no-one in particular, rooting through the near-empty chest one last time before seeing it on her bed. "Ahah!" she said triumphantly, hobbling around to get it. She sat on the bed, picking it up and sliding it into place in her boot, the one that hadn't been shredded by Bellatrisk. Shame that, they'd been her favourite pair, now she'd have to find a new pair from somewhere.
Go now? a voice asked in her head, prideful as ever. Well, as ever as a few candlemarks could be. "Yep, I'm done!" she replied brightly, stroking the wakening gold between the headknobs, then fingering the bandage that covered the gold's chest, pinning her broken wing to her side. The green sleeping by her size was similarly trussed up, the bandages concealing a large gash in her shoulder, though the green didn't seem overly bothered by it. It certainly hadn't stopped her barrelling around the sands at her hatching, to the detriment of almost half the clutch...
She looked at her pack, eyeing the weight of all her worldly possessions, which she'd previously thought was precious little. Hmm, it might be a little difficult to carry now, though, and she could hardly ask either of the two where to help her. She cast around the guard barracks, located a human.
"Oi, You! Help me carry this," she ordered. The man eyed her suspiciously, apparently weighing up which was worse - helping or being railed at by handler and whers for leaving. He chose the former. Sensible man. "Come on, Sweetlings! We're going to our new home," she called to the wherlets. Bellatrisk stretched, kicking the green who had curled up against her during their sleep. Wake up!
The guard handed Bella back her pack at the door to the wherling barracks, muttering something about starting duty, she could do that last bit herself. Bella scowled at him as he went, Bellask deciding to chase him up the last of the corridor as he hightailed it out of the wher complex, the green snapping at his heels. Bella chuckled, opening the door to reveal two other handlers already there.
"Right then! I think I waaaaaaannnt..." she mulled over which bunk she wanted while Bellatrisk stalked up to one with a larger couch. "... That one!" She announced to the world, pointing to the bunk which Bellatrisk was heading toward. a green streak shot past her as she started moving again, half-dragging the pack along the ground. Bellask leapt at the chosen bunk, announcing her ownership with a loud hiss and a growl at the other assembled whers. Bellask claim for Bellask's! No take! the green shouted for all to hear. She was quickly deposed by Bellatrisk though, who gracefully jumped up beside her and pushed Bellask off, the green scrabbling at the bunk and mewling angrily before landing on the ground with a plunk with a loud hiss, looking hurt. Bed Bellatrisk's. Bellask have couch. Bellask looked mournfully up at the gold. Why was she being so mean. Bellask loved Bellatrisk but Bellatrisk was only ever mean when she spoke to Bellask! She straightened herself up, then spat in the direction of the other wherlets. That one, that bronze, he'd given Bellask her injury. Bellask didn't like that one!
"Now now, Princess," chided Bellatrix as she arrived at the bunk, all but ignoring the other handlers for the moment. "There's not enough room for the both of us on the bed, especially when you get bigger. You'll squish me." Bellatrix have couch. "I think you'll find that the bed is mine," she said, giving the wher a level look as Bellatrisk glared at her. "You can share the couch with Bellask. It's plenty big enough for the both of you, for now at least." Bellatrix had no idea how big Bellatrisk would get when full grown, but she was willing to bet that she would be big. Like, freakin' huge. The gold's eyes whirled red, then settled to orange as she scowled up at Bellatix. Bellask can have corner. Couch Bellatrisk's, she conceeded, but she didn't move from the bunk as Bella swung the pack up onto the cot, wobbling springs jostling the gold. Bella collapsed onto it next to the gold, rubbing her headknobs as she finally acknowledged the other handlers.
"Hello there!" she said, with mock enthusiasm. "I take it you're the other lucky buggers who Impressed, then? Where's the rest of 'em?" she asked. Bellask started grumbling unhappily, feeling left out, but stopped when Bella invited her up for a scratch with her free hand. Bella wouldn't really be surprised if the others reacted to the three with suspicion; they really where a motley looking crew.
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Post by nozomi on Mar 1, 2011 11:46:57 GMT -5
By the time adorable little Moriolle wandered into the barracks, oozing adorableness towards her Bronze, Siata had started on picking her own things up. Siatask broke away from her Handler, scouting the entirety of the room on her short, thick legs. The Green's head swiveled towards the intruders, and bristled as Moriosk wandered in, before Moriosk's. She'd have hissed if she could, hostility prickling up from the young Wher towards the male - just as Siata smiled at the overly adorable Bronzehandler.
"Hear that, pretty? Moriolle thinks you're beautiful." Siata shot her Wher a Look before her attention turned once more to MOriolle (and Moriolles Bronze, in her effort to not have Siatask leap at him). "I'm Siata, this is Siatask. What do you do at Warden's? Other than Wher-things, now."
She touch Siatask, Siatask cut. To bone. Siatask shouldered herself to her Handler, pushed between the two females with red-swirling eyes still narrowed in on MOriosk. Vile thing! Bad man, bad wher. She calmed only when Siata rubbed her gently on the throat, but red tingled eyes remained on MOriosk and, when his handler moved, MOriolle as well.
Will bite.
We don't go about biting innocent pretty girls just because you dislike the fact they bonded boys, pretty. Down. Siata rubbed again, her eyes squinting with the smile she still had on her face. "Sorry if she's a wee bit hostile. Still young, kind of possesive, you know how it is."
Siatask didn't know how it was - especially not when the new gold and green wandered inside the barracks. Her barracks. When did take her hate from Moriosk just so happened to be the former little Ira, the one that laughed at her Siata. The Green snarled as deep as she was able to in that thick chest of hers, her four front toes flexing once again. Siata dropped to her knees immediately and draped a pair of companionable arms around her girl, fingers still massaging gently at her neck.
"I imagine they're still dealing with all the new changes and all that. Congratulations on your two. I think your handsome boy may be enough Wher for two, though," the comment, of course, was towards Moriolle. Even if the round girl made her feel like she needed to protect rather than flirt - well. SIata liked the shorter, fluffy girls! (In her head, Siatask grumbled) "Quite the caretaker, he is. How're you two pretty ladies handling all this?"
... Siatask's.
It helps sometimes?
... No.
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Post by lithle on Mar 2, 2011 1:05:38 GMT -5
Annette's path to the Wherling barracks was a meandering one. Like some of the other newly impressed, she made a stop at the healer's first, though she wasn't injured. Whether she knew Z or no, he was her superior, and she'd glanced in to make sure the healers had him in hand. Not that she'd have known what to do if they didn't, but there you go.
Having reassured herself on that front, she'd headed to her room in the compound to start packing. And, inevitably, the argument started.
Barracks for babies. Crazy babies. Annesk not crazy baby. Annesk not go to barracks.
It was not the first time that Annesk had explained this particular outlook. Lighthearted, easy-going Annesk was willing to share with Ask. But sharing space with a whole room full of whers was asking a lot. He wasn't thrilled. Not even a little.
"Annesk." Annette folded another tunic, settling it into her bag, and began rolling up her blankets. "Listen. Those babies are crazy."
Crazy babies bother Annesk!
"Love. Think. You've got a brother now. Ask."
Ask not clutchmate! Seeming to sense this might be hurtful, the brown approached the little blue, nuzzling him gently. Ask had remained silent for the argument, on Annette's orders.
"Ask is mine. So he's yours. You've got to protect him. You want that green slicing him up?"
Not hurt Ask!
"Then come."
That settled that argument. Almost.
Ask take care of self.
Annette looked at the little wher, kneeling to meet his gaze. "Think. Can you? As well as Annesk?"
And honesty, as ever, compelled him. No.
With that, the trio made their way to the barracks. Annette threw her stuff on a random bunk, and turned to face the others. "You should get some sleep," she said, conversationally. "This being up in daylight isn't good for wher handlers."
Not hurt Ask! Annesk warned the other whers. The idea had been planted in his head, and he was going to run with it.
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Post by leanansidhe on Mar 4, 2011 2:25:33 GMT -5
Moriosk watched Siatask for a moment, revving himself up to lay on the charm as thick as he could make it, but Bella and her two Whers burst in, derailing that train of thought completely.
Moriolle blinked, moving out of the doorway. She lost the thread of the conversation, watching as Bella just claimed a bed out of nowhere. Well, she supposed she should have picked sooner; it wasn't like she really wanted a particular one. Still... Bella's inquiry smoothed Moriolle's feathers, and the cook turned Bronzehandler beamed at her as well.
"Yes, I'm Moriolle," she began to introduce herself, but Annette appeared. Well, that was it; it was time to select a bed for herself. Do you see a couch you want?
Moriosk turned his head from side to side, and eventually trotted over, taking a counch next to the one that housed the Gold. Moriolle giggled; her baby was too cute! Maybe he had a little crush... She jumped up on her cot, and looked at Annette in wonder.
"Sleep already? So much as happened! I'm Moriolle, by the way," she added, unsure if the other Handler had heard. She kept her eyes on the adult Wher the other woman brought with her; it was amazing to think that her little guy could grow so big one day!
Moriolle pulled a blanket back and tucked her feet under, looking around at the others in the barracks. Surely there was going to be a little talk before sleep?
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