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[Gothica]

Shatrana slunk through the darkened hallways towards the kitchen. She hadn't been in the hold long, but she already knew the best route to the kitchens. When one is deaf, one trys to memorize new routes as quickly as possible. Her thin pink slippers made no noise as she padded towards the door quickly, eyes darting, watching for any sign of movemant. The coast seemed clear, so she pushed the door to the kitchens open gentley.

Ahh... There they were. Bubbly pies, just begging to be stolen. Shatrana ate one right then, and then took four and put them in a small basket that she could hide under her purple cloak. Victory was sweet, just like her prize.

Then she felt eyes on her back and whirled.

[Luna]

Walking into the kitchen with a cup in hand he needed a drink. Badly! Lorsk was still too young for him to engage in any type of fun that involved another party. Not only that but Lorsk was demanding attention as of late, no doubt feeling his Bond's wanting to find someone willing to romp for the night. The young wher was already close to reaching his waist, soon he would be leveled with his shoulders.

Grateful that Lorsk would soon be fully grown, the Burgundyhandler had one special person in mind that he would keep an eye on. Thinking about the Midnighthandler he chuckled taking another gulp of his klah that had some wine laced in, Lorn almost ran into the young girl who appeared in front of him. As she whirled around he blinked looking at her in puzzled silence.

[Gothica]

Shatrana stared at the man with wide eyes that were dark with apprehension. She loosened her cloak so that her basket of pies was hidden in the folds. Her eyes darted quickly, searching for more surprises in the shadows. There were none, but the girl still didn't relax her guard. "Go away!" Shatrana hissed. She would not ask questions. Questions required answers, and she would not be able to hear them. Her legs tensed, ready to run away at a moments notice. Who was he? Where had he come from?

Wherhandler? Probably. But what color? Was he perceptive? Where was his wher? What was he doing? Obviously drinking, from the smell of his tainted klah. Hm. Comforting himself after the recent run? Shards. What if he wanted to find comfort in her? She would take him on, then, and take control. If he refused to go away. If he left... Then she would be safe.

[Luna]

Feisty! Sheesh, only coming for a drink and already he was being hissed at. Lorsk would not enter the kitchens due to his eyes but he still smelled all the scents that flowed out. One being his Bonded's and another's. With a mental hiss Lorn narrowed his eyes, not tonight he was in no mood.

Lorsk, stop. His words held a lot of authority in them, it was rare but Lorsk was acting like a child in a tantrum. The Burgundy Wher silenced his mental hissing and sent a trickle of love and apology. As protective and shameless as Lorsk was, he still loved his Bonded and would obey.

New smell, not Lorsk's?

You're right, seems someone is sneaking out sweets.

Sweets? The question was thick with curiosity, Lorn didn't much eat bubbly pies, he did enjoy klah and sweet rolls. Sending a mental image, Lorn could feel the Wher tilt his head. He was waiting outside for his Bonded having finished patrolling the Hold. How visible his protective side showed, this Hold was his home and he would guard it like a feline would it's territory.

"Easy now." Lorn said calmly to the girl. "If you want some sweets, go right ahead. They were made for a reason."

With that said he stepped aside allowing her room to leave, his cup was already half drained. And the thought of sweet rolls sounded good, a couple of meat rolls for Lorsk would be nice. The Wher crooned loud enough to be heard inside the kitchen.

[Gothica]

Was he narrowing his eyes at her? No... That didn't seem to fit. He had that faraway look. Talking to his wher, then. About her, probably. Hm. The wher was probably doing something he shouldn't be. What would a wher do to misbehave? Shatrana didn't have a clue. Hm. Now he was talking to her. His face was relaxed. Was that a good thing? Yes. He was stepping aside. He was letting her go. He wasn't trying to get anything from her. WHen was the last time that had happened?

Shatrana couldn't remember. Everyone wanted something. Whether it was as simple as a name, or as complicaed as... her. But this man was letting her go. She reached beneath her claok, and extracted a bubbly pie. She mouthed "thank you", and walked out.

Almost colliding with Lorsk. His glowing eyes startled Shatrana, and she let out a strangled squeak. What? Where had he come from? Had he been waiting outside the whole time?

He probably belonged to the man inside. So... What had he been doing that was wrong. And why was he looking at her like that! "Go away!" she whispered, backing up.

[Luna]

She not sweets.

Nostrils widen the Wher took in the other's sent, not only that he caught the scent of the bubbly pies she was trying to hide. Tilting his head he stretched his head on his thick neck over to where he smelled the sweets.

Sweets! Her reaction to his was very pleasing, he wanted people to take him seriously and understand he was here to protect what was his.

You vile beast, you startled her. Leave her alone, look I'm coming with sweets and some snacks. Raising his head almost over the very head of the girl the Wher bugled happily. Moving away from her almost as if she was nothing but a blockage in his way. Lorsk waited just to the side of the entrance as Lorn came with the bubbily pie the girl had left him. That and he had a good handful of meat rolls. Giving the Wher the bubbily pie he turned his eyes over to the girl with a sheepish smile.

"Sorry about that. He doesn't understand boundaries."

Yes, I do. That is what Lorsk walk around every day.

Well...that is one use of the word. But I meant with people. You can't just walk up to them and nudge them like that. It's rude and it could scare them. It was very hard to take the Wher when he had blue covering his muzzle as he strutted.

Lorsk strong, Lorsk not hatchling! Tilting his head over to Shatrana, Lorsk let his whirling blue eyes settle on her for a second before looking back up to his Bonded. No more being rude, Lorsk sorry.

Good.

"Lorsk would like to apologize if he startled you, or was being rude." Lorn announced to her while giving him a meat roll, that was responded with loud munching sounds.

[Gothica]

"Get your face out of my cloak, you pervert wher," Shatrana hissed when Lorsk extended his head to sniff the bubbly pies. Stupid jerkface wher. "I'm not food." that was said in a quieter, quavering voice, as she watched Lorsk's nostrils dialate. Hey! What was he doing? Raising his head up like that, opening his mouth... Was he bugling? She remembered the dragons doing it. Did that mean he wasn't going to eat her?

Probably. She turned to see what he was bugling at and going to, and saw Lorn come out of the kitchens with a meatroll and some bubbly pies. So this was his wher... Actually, now that the burgundy wasn't up close and personal, she saw he was rather small. A baby, really. She had been scared of that?! She let out a derisive snort, but still watched the burgundy with apprehension.... Until he shoved his face into the bubbly pie. Greedy beast. She had never seen a wher eat sweets before.

Oh great. The wherhandler was talking to her. What was he saying? Uhhh... Shard. She had never been good at reading lips. It was really hard for her. Something... about... something. Yeah. That was helpful. Rrrr...

Pah. Silly wher. The blue was smearing his muzzle, and he was wearing it like a badge of honor. She hoped hers wouldn't be so... undignified. Fool. But now he was looking at her. His eyes were so hard to read! Blue was happy, but what was he happy about?

No. Stop talking to me. Shatrana stared hopelessly at Lorn. His mouth was moving and he was definitley talking, but she couldn't hear. Would she ever hear? No. Never again. But she wouldn't let him know that. She kept her face carefully blanl. Being thought of as stupid was better than being thought of as broken.