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[Gothica]

(( Feel free to make an NPC for this one. It's going to be hard and fast. Qisk will not be caught easily! ))


Miiiineeee... the green wher moaned as she awoke. Miine... All will be mine! she screeched abruptly. Qinn sat straight up in bed, sweating. "Qisk?... What's going on?!"

All mine! Mine! Mine! Chase me if you dare! Qisk bellowed, sending the challange through the minds of every creature with a brain. Qisk shall run!

"By the First Egg, no, Qisk! Not now! I haven't been feeling good, and you want to Run?!" Qinn yowled, jumping ot of bed. His face was flushed, and his hair disheveled, and he was dressed in nothing but a teal blue pair of shorts. "You can't-" he coughed, breaking off the sentance.

I run! Not stop! Qisk shrieked, bounding out of her den for the herdbeast corrals. Qinn sighed. Great Faranth. He pulled on a pait of pants, just for warmth, and a shirt. Then he walked out into the night, standing above the corrals, to wait for males to give chase. It wasn't like he hated Runs. Oh no, quite the opposite. But facing a Run when you're coming down with a head-cold is somethin else entirely.

Qisk screamed like a demon as she descended upon her first victim. The herdbeast lowed in terror, and then it spoke no more, for Qisk tore out its throuat, feasting on lifeblood. This creature was all she needed. Its blood would be enough to outrun any wherry-brained, flitter-sized excuse for a male wher on all Pern! Chase me then! Pitiful whers of Pern! Qisk roared, and ran, jumping up, up, to the top of a small tree, waiting, muscular body quivvering with anitcipation. These males thought they chased a green, when they would, in fact, be dancing with a demon.

(( Well? What are you waiting for? Qisk's no queen, but by Faranth, she'll give your boys a Run (hehe) for their money! ))

[Posted: Sep 24 2008, 05:43 PM]

Daevosk saw as he went toward the green she was lovely he wanted her more than anything ever before. She would not be able to outrun him, he wanted to prove his worth as a Bronze.

Daevosk will win Qisk! Qisk like grass, bright and pretty. Daevosk said as he ran off to see what was going on now, he was going to show the Hold that he was a good wher.

Daevon wondered who the handler of Qisk was, he hoped it was a female not a male. If it were he would have to find out how best to see about getting a partner, he wanted more than anything to show that he was not a mere weakling. Now that he was a Bronze Handler he would show them right alongside Daevosk.

[Gothica]

With a trill that rose to a screech, Qisk launched herself from the tree, flying over Daevosk's head. She would not make this easy for him, just because he was a bronze and could chase queens. In fact, she'd make it difficult, for him and anyone else who dared join.

Qinn smiled a little. The words of the bronze spilled into his mind. Or she's like agenothree, pure and deadly, he mused. He would have to find himself a partner. Bronzes only Impressed heterosexuals, he thought. Well, there was still time. More could join this Run.

Qinn sneezed thrice, his head cold reminding him that it's fun had just begun. "Ehh..." he muttered, rubbing a finger under his nose. For some reason, he always sneezed in threes. It was a weird, annoying habit. He straightened up and rejoined Qisk, trying to push thoughts of his illness and the foul medicines it would bring out of his mind.

Daevosk like knife. Hard and shiny. Qisk replied, wheeling around, throwing up a cloud of dust. Qisk dance with Daevosk. As soon as the dust cleared so that he could see her, the green turned and raced away, skimming along the side of the fence.

Her eyes were glowing, violet swirling with a deeper, royal purple, in lust. Catch her? Hah! She would Catch them!

[Kisha-Ra]

Wake. Wake. Jaysen grumbled and turned to the wall but the insidious insistent chant continued to command him. Wake. the instruction had the air that someone was prepared to repeat it indefinitely. Jaysen opened an eye and looked directly up his wher’s nose.

Jaysk steped back and gave his partner what could only be described as an inscrutable look. Jaysk’s awake? Good! Get up now. Chase Qisk. Jaysk stated with enough of a note of command that Jaysen had already pulled on his trousers and shirt before he registered the information and noticed Jaysk had already gone.

Jaysk stalked toward the corrals, filled with purpose. He was dismayed to see that the Run had begun without him, and that his sole rival thus far was a bronze, it was only a slight dismay however, Jaysk knew that other things mattered in a Run more than the color of a male’s hide. Jaysk did not speak, for there were things more important than words, only threw himself into the chase as soon as Qisk became visible through her dust cloud.

Jaysen stepped outside, dazed with sleep and Jaysk’s emotions and drawn to… to Qisk? No, not quite. For a moment Jaysen stilled and shuddered in the chill air, then he moved off in a purposeful and perhaps deadly stalk, abruptly a wild thing in a wild night.

[Gothica]

Ahhhhh... Qisk sighed in pleasure as Jaysk joined the chase. Jaysk comes late. Don't matter. Jaysk and Daevosk both loose. I win. Qisk chuckled. She whirled again suddenly, jumping over the two males. Chase! Chase! she commanded. Qisk choose best!

Qisk began running in the direction of the lake. She wasn't going as fast as she could, oh no, she was taunting those who trailed behind, confused by her sudden change in direction. Taunting. Playing, like a feline with her prey.

Qinn sighed, pulling himself out of Qisk's mind into reality once more. He looked around for Jaysk's and saw a man stalking towards him. Qinn did not go to him. He just stood, waiting. Smiling. Qisk sought to reclaim his mind, and the image of the man flickered between a normal man, and his blue wher... It made Qinn rather dizzy(er), so he merged with Qisk again.

The sensationwas not unlike sinking into a plesantly warm vat of goo. It spread slowly up his legs, his torso, his arms... then claimed his mind, and he was one with his wher again.

(( This run will be based on post content. Quality over quantity. Impress me, and you win the wher. Gimmee all you got. ))

[Kisha-Ra]

Jaysk gave an amused croon, Qisk was pretty and right perhaps, but it was better to come late and with His than to come without or never come to her at all. His amusement quickly fled as Qisk spun and leapt, it took the blue a moment to realise that Qisk had come down behind him but once he worked it out he lifted his forefeet off the ground and spun around, tearing up great chunks of earth with his claws. Jaysk landed heavily and kicked up yet more pieces of the unoffending soil as he launched himself after the object of his desire.

The blue trailed as Qisk led her males toward the lake, while he admired the strength and agility that allowed the green to make such a leap he resented it too. How was he supposed to catch her when she got so far ahead of him? How was he to show her his worth when she taunted him by staying out of reach? Jaysk tried to catch her attention with an admiring chirp and waited for his chance, as he supposed he must.

Jaysen caught sight of his quarry and stood for a moment with the tense absolute stillness of a predator with the prey just out of reach. Then the moment passed and Jaysen was himself again, shaking his hair back and knuckling his eyes. He leaned on the fence for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts. What was going on here? Why did Qisk tease him so? Where was she? Abruptly Jaysen turned to consider the man he was drawn to, was this Qisk?

Apparently so for the man flicked between two images a nrmal human and a green wher. Jaysen sleepily rubbed his eyes and let Jaysk have his mind again; anything was better than all these questions and in truth what was there to resist. Qisk was a fine wher indeed, so strong, so clever…

[Posted: Sep 30 2008, 05:38 PM]

Daevosk saw this Blue that thought he was worthy of such a green as Qisk. She was not a thing for a soft skinned weak little Blue to win, he would win her and show that he was worthy of her. He launched after her with great determination and speed he snarled at the Jaysk as he ran after the Female he would win! This was what he felt and he was showing that in his actions he wondered why his bonded wanted him to chase only golds. It made no sense, he would teach this Green why she should choose him.

He went between and appeared before her crooning, he showed that he could show off for her. This was just a trick he knew one of many he would win by using tricks such as these to win. He knew that no other Wher would use these tricks to win, at least he hoped that was so.

Qisk is beauty. Daevosk show he worthy with tricks. He said as he appeared before her, he knew that would surprise her to no end.

[Gothica]

Daevosk not win Qisk with tricks. Daevosk win with blood! Qisk hissed. He had startled her, and a startled, lustful green wher is not something you want to be ithin fifty feet of. Growling, threads of spit hanging from her jaws, ahe lept over the bronze, kicking at his side as she passed over him. Tiny cuts appeared in the bronze hide, and beads of ichor began welling up. It was nothing. It was less than a paper cut was to a human, but Qisk had been startled, and she was not in a charitable mood.

Jaysk no use tricks. Qisk thought "aloud". Daevosk do. Daevosk bronze. Jaysk blue. Who choose? Who choose? the green grumbled, scrabling up a thick-trunked sapling, and launching herself off the top.

Her wings spread and caught the wind with a leathery snap. She made her glide carry her back over the head of Daevosk, over the head of Jays, valiantly trying to catch up, then back towards the lake, hitting the ground with a thud and already running.

Qinn smiled in the pleasure of the Run. His body had pressed closer to Jaysen's, and he was murmering nonesense in his ear. It was a mix of the language of humans and the language of whers, admiring sounds combined with warbling croons and growls.

Qisk stopped for a moment. She would flirt with her lovers. She perched upon the ground, waiting for Daevosk to come closer, then tore up the earth, she ran past him, just fast enough so that he could not catch her, but slow enough so the bronze could feel the brush of her hide on his.

Then there was Jaysk, catching up, but Qisk had a feeling he was not givig it all he had. Ah, he was a fine, fast wher, but he would not bear her many children. Daevosk would, but Daevosk tried to win her through trickery. Jaysk tried to win her with his power.

Mixing croons and hisses into an odd, primal sound of danger and lust, Qisk toyes with the blue for a while. Still moving too fast to be caught, she thrummed just as she brushed against him, her sound of pleasure vibrating throughout his body. And then she was off again, dodging Daevosk, who had slowed to follow her, heading back to her goal of the lake. She knew that her Run would end there... But with whom?

(( God I hate you guys, making it so hard for me to choose. You're both so good!
Qisk's almost at the lake. Two more rounds of posting, then the winner will be chosen. ))

[Gothica]

(( DOUBLE POST! It was hard to choose... Especially when it was so short. But yeah... Wanted to speed it up.))

They were at the ege of the lake. There, Qisk made her descision. She left over the rim, soaring over the water, the double moons bright in the sky. YOU HAVE DONE WELL. I CHOOSE YOu... DAEVOSK! The green folded her wings and fell gentley, knowing he would catch her. It had been a hard descision indeed. But Daevosk had answered her call first. Daevosk had been willing to think with his head and not his... parts to win her. THe trickery was a sign of cleverness. Their children would be strong.

Q'lan pulled away from Jaysen with a cry of anguishas the two whers twined. Qisk had her mate... But his handler refused him! With a harsh cry, Qinn grabbed Jaysen. "Your wher might not have won," e murmered to the bluehandler. "but we shall have our release."

Qinn dragged a not entirely unwilling Jaysen to somewhere more... private.

[Posted: Oct 8 2008, 05:39 PM]

Daevosk WON! Deavosk was excited so he told his handler, Daevon sighed and continued to enjoy himself with the girl he was with. He would never do that with another male he was bent to never have the results of a Run with another guy.

Qisk pretty, Qisk has chosen Daevosk. Daevosk make good clutch with Qisk! Daevosk said simply as he caught her mid fall, he wrapped his tail around her tail.