Weather: Clear skies, cooling temperatures
Moon Phase: Full
No, wait, Rheask was awake, simply lost among the overbearing jumble of emotions and sensations that Rask had become in his head the last few days. If he had learned anything from the last two years since she began running, however, Rhea was certain she would run tonight.
With a sigh, Rhea met up with his guardleader to explain the reason he would not be able to join in tonight's rounds and, with the pardon, returned to his room.
It was another two hours he spent grabbing a quick morning meal and hiding in his quarters before Rask finally awoke, huffing and snuffling and with brilliant red eyes. The run lust was never overwhelming, but it still hit and Rhea shuddered at the way it trickled down his spine before holding the door open for Rask as she stood and locking it behind her departure. Rhea neither attended runs when Rheask chased nor did he keep his door open when Rask ran, finding he preferred to keep things on the less messy side when it came to human entanglements. He flushed at the thought of entangling before shaking his head to move past it. Sadly, that preference was no more than perfunctory enough to keep him from giving in when the run lust set in –- especially Rask's, as hers hit differently and stronger than Rheask's. It was worse when the brown chased, as he had done once before, because the feelings would even compound. When that had happened, Rhea had even found himself unlocking his door for a few minutes before his sensibilities had kicked back in and he'd slammed the lock back into place.
Either way, the members of the Weyr whose whers participated would know not to come.
Unlike her bonded, however, Rask basked in her instincts, giving off grunts as she paced down the caverns, pausing to sniff and see once she reached the Weyr Yard. The sun was fully set – nothing but a turquoise glow on the western horizon – and stars littered the sky. The silvery sheen to Rask's hide took over in the light of the full moon and, between it and her run lust, she glowed. The night crews were fully active already, thanks to the slowly lengthening nights as they exited summer and the day dwellers were either enjoying the night's good weather or slipping to their own dwellings to sleep.
Rask snorted and avoided the revelers, growling her distaste as she sidestepped the Yard and made her way to the feeding pens around the back of the Crafter Complex and Dayhandler Apartments.
The wherry never stood a chance when she trampled it down with her bulk, jaws clamping down on the creature's throat as its limbs still flailed and drinking deep at Rhea's insistence she not tear the entire creature apart. Its screams petered out and only then did Rask take note of the males that had gathered, red glassy eyes studying all with a marked superiority.
Any worth Rask's effort? she asked with a derisive snort as a thrill raced down her spine, wriggling her hindquarters and lashing her tail. Prove! she dared, her claws sinking into the dry earth before she lunged over the fencing. Her feet pounded into the ground just outside the fence and it was only a few strides before she was leaping into the air once more, wings spread to glide over the river at a diagonal and onto the southern bridge crossing it. With another couple bounds across the wide river, Rask had her feet under her and found herself close enough to the opposite bank to leap again, running through the shallows before taking off into the surrounding forest, crashing through foliage others might have avoided, her bulky size making her a bit slower than other female colors, but a nigh unstoppable force.
And, with little attention on the males behind her, Rask relished in it all.