Frolic gaily [Siatask Run]

[nozomi]

Siatask liked to choose inappropriate times to do the things she liked, even if it kept her handler from doing things she enjoyed. The Smith-turned-Handler somehow managed to wheedle in time every so often to go and bother her yellowrider she-was-not-courting, no matter what she said about getting over it. Blah blah blah and it happened to be at dusk that the feeling of something-interesting brushed over Siatask's conciousness. She lifted her head from a floating nap of the early hours of awakeness, large eyes darkening to a gray-purple.

Far more familiar to that curling in ones abdomen, Siata lurched to her feet, color high in her face, and cleared her throat. "Siataskisrunning," she said, a blur, and reached out to touch Serdek's shoulder. "I'm, uhm, going to lock myself away in the barracks now. See you tomorrow?"

She darted off before waiting for any sort of coherant supply. Maybe Runs didn't affect the handlers as much as it supposedly did Dragonriders, but impulse control was never one of Siatas's strong points; being around someone she liked but really should not touch... Well.

Yellow woman fine.[/color] Siatask, already on her feet, hissed as her handler ran off towards the barracks, at the same time the wher started to lope off towards the river. Water. She liked water. And hadn't there been Runs there before? Siatask snarled, stride lengthening with each move, her stunted tail giving her more of a center. Huge as she was, thick and low to the ground she happened to be, Siatask had herself some stamina, and something akin to blood lust streaming through her veins.

Now -

Where were the sharding males?

Annoying at the best of times, sentenced to death at the worst, they were no where to be found! Ask - oh, he would be there, despite his protests - but she did not want one who did not see fit to submit as a proper male would! Naughty Ask. Siatask bellowed, her large chest heaving with the effot to help the sound reverberate as far as possible through the Warden's Weyr.

Males! Come chase Siatask! A pause, a mental cackle, and another verbal bellow later: Maybe males live![/b]

[maggie]

Task roared, his eyes whirling with excitement. A chase! Beautiful, beautiful Siatask was running! He raced out of his cave, ready to prove that he was a big, strong brown and worthy of her. He had participated in many races, in his lifetime, won a few, lost a few, but all of this was forgotten now. Everything was forgotten. Everything but the lovely, strong, powerful green who had a head start. Siatask! Task chases! Task shows you that Task is worthy of beautiful, strong Siatask![/color]

Talinn hissed, as she felt her wher's lust. She had never quite gotten used to it. It always affected her concentration, which was unfortunate since there would be a lot of injuries to tend to, after the run. She rubbed the bridge of her nose, sighing as she made her way to the infirmary. Working on organising supplies would keep her occupied. And if she ran into another, willing handler on the way... Well, it was a run. Her son was the happy product of a run that Task hadn't even won and that relationship had lasted a good few Turns.

Task was small, for a brown, but what he lacked in size, he made up with in agility and sheer, mean determination. He leaped over a log and crashed through the jungle's underbrush towards the river to catch the glittering emerald prize.

[tiamat]

Wisk shot awake at Saitask's announcement, and roared before scrambling after Saitask with a cheerful, Saitask! Wisk will chase! Wisk will prove Wisk is best! He briefly stopped to reorient himself and figure out where lovely green Siatask was Running before bounding toward the river as fast as his legs could carry him.

He saw Task running ahead of him, and Wisk hissed at the brown and snapped at the air in front of him. How dare he be between Wisk and Saitask? It was a travesty! He would need to remedy it as quickly as possible... even though he wasn't sure how quite yet.

Winona just looked from the strong-to-the-point-of-undrinkable tea to the moonshine she'd recently finished making and silently debated the merits of adding alcohol to the tea. It was really too early for this nonsense.

[nozomi]

Two! She had two! Oh, maybe that would not be much to others, but it was a Maiden run and there were no nasty shiny males running after her. Siatask disliked bronze males, they irritated her, were bigger then her, were noisy and brash and bold.

Annoying.

But there were two, and they called out and seemed obedient enough. Perhaps due to the stories of the lovely running Gold, Siatask jumped. She did not have the leggy advantage to leap over the river, of course, but splashed through it in short-legged determination.

Small brown, pretty blue, Compliments to males from Siatask? Had to be! Even in calling her chasing Task small, no edge of malice or disgust laced her tone. Keep safe, run run run

Keep safe from the river? No. From Siatask. She slowed purposefully, to see if they dare try to catch her (whether or not that would please her stood up for debate and, in fact, Siatask did not know herself). If one - or both - strayed too close, they would be faced with claws and jaws and sharp-edged teeth of the green that, for some reason, did not snarl.

She splashed, and ran across the river, no matter if there happened to be bloodshed or not, though she continued the Run run run.

Harming you appeared to be Siatask's terms of affection if one Chased and got too close. Bold, but obedient! Run run run!

(This may seem a bit blurry, but you don't have to have your bros get close. It was a just-in-case addition. If they're the sort to close in, they got clawed/snapped at, though of course they don't have to be touched! You know what I mean~)

[tiamat]

Wisk trilled with glee at Siatask's compliments, and put in a new burst of speed as he plunged into the river. He recovered from the sudden cold quickly, although he had the sense to slow down slightly in the face of trying to get across the river without slipping on a river rock. He managed, though; managed to get through the river and almost reach Saitask--and was promptly kicked for his haste.

Wisk yelped in surprise (and back in the wher barracks, Winona added another dose of alcohol to her gut-destroying cocktail, because it was Saitask, he was chasing, not a delicate flower, and he shouldn't have expected otherwise), and stumbled while trying to get out of Siatask's range.

The run was not going like he'd hoped at all.

[maggie]

Task had chased many greens and although lust consumed him, he had learned a few lessons in his time to try and win his prize. He stayed far enough away from Siatask, avoiding her claws and teeth. He would let her tire a bit first, harrying her hard until she tired enough for him to risk catching her without getting too mauled. He had to show off, prove that he was worthy, first!

He crashed through the river and crooned at her as he stayed close to her tail. A lash of her tail made him leap out of the way, but he stayed focused, keeping his eyes on the prize. He ignored Wisk completely, for now. If this run went badly for him he would, as some males were wont to do, definitely take his frustration out on the other males running. But for now, all that existed in his mind was the ground he was crashing over and the beautiful green in front of him.

[tuathade]

Siatask was running!

One minute, Risk was flopped down at his handler's feet, barrel belly in the air and begging for scritchies. The next he was on his feet and shooting out the door at surprising speed given that his usual gait was a bounding lollop. Siatask was running, and everything was exciting! He was going to play a game of tag with his friends!

Risk running! the blue announced cheerfully. Hello pretty Siatask! Risk running because Risk loves you!

This was neither an exaggeration nor an unusual declaration coming from the blue wher. Risk loved everyone. And he enjoyed telling them so. Rivek still had to occasionally stop him from running off into the jungle to find the outlaw whers and play with them.

Risk splashed straight through the river, not even bothering to attempt to jump it. He just flung himself straight in and dog-paddled through the deepest portion until he reached the other bank and scrambled up. He was a little behind the others - which was lucky, as Wisk promptly got kicked for being too forward.

Rivek, for her part, just sighed and lay back down on the cot, sprawled on her back. She would ride out the Run here in her bunk, thanks. It was too early for her to care all that much.

[nozomi]

They both continued even after her attack! Lovely! (Or something like it) Siatask shrieked a victory, her stunted tail flashing to and fro with each heavy thud of the ground on her claws. The thick wind, humid against her hide, only gave the green more energy, slamming past (or over) anything in her path. She was running, shardit, and the rest of the world would respect that!

Wisk - the blue, her blue - stumbled after getting that tail to the face. Not that Siatask blamed him, not with her strength. Still, he stumbled. Keep up! and he tried, the pretty thing, he did. But then another blue showed up! This one she recognized, Risk, loud, but blue, and she liked blue. She let out a screeching cry, snapped at her jaws at Risk who loved her. The brown kept up, though!

He'd not yet been mauled, somehow managing to dodge her and her snapping anger. He ran, pace for pace, and did not attack the blue. Even with all her bloodlust, Runlust Siatask approved. A good male did not presume to know which suitor a female would prefer, would not dare attempt to make her choice. The dominant onces infuriated the green. Siatask doubled back, turning on them with bared razor teeth, wings mantled to make herself appear larger.

She hissed, bit and clawed to any that did not keep proper distance. Strong jaws snapped seconds before Siatask dove for one of the males. You. A mental snarl of choice despite her attempt to scratch and bite at Task, for Siatask hurt those she loved. Let her love you, Task, however temporarily.

[maggie]

Task leaped. The gorgeous green had chosen and he would catch her! He ignored the pain that came with claws. He was a wher. Getting clawed was par for the course, be it from fighting or from a run. His handler would patch him up later, as she always did.