Nyx [Electrum Rask's Run]

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Tue Aug 16, 2016 2:35 am

Date: Singlat 3
Weather: Clear skies, cooling temperatures
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It was late enough into fall that the worst of the heavy summer heat had begun to fade. The days still left their mark, admittedly, but the nights finally had a tendency to cool enough to require long sleeves to find comfort at its worst. Rhea was already aware he would not be needing long sleeves or a jacket tonight, however, as he stared at Rask, sprawled out along the wallows while Rheask slept in the Commons Room with the handlerless whers to avoid Rask's temperament.

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.
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Fri Aug 19, 2016 12:03 pm

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Darilex was often among the people who knew when a female was close to Rising. Granted he generally only new a day or so out, or even the day of, and it was only because of Darilesk that he had any idea. The Prism wher was the sort to Chase whoever he could, either due to his color or his size, as he was a large Prism who had been able to even Catch a Gold before. So he showed his interest, and Darilex picked up on it just in time to know a female was about to Rise again. Who though, he didn't know until the moment that the female made herself known and the Chase began.

Paperwork was a lot of Darilex's life now, looking over reports given to him by the Guard Captains, requests or suggestions from various people, and any number of other paperwork that came from many sources through the Weyr. As the Wherhandler Leader, he was akin to the Weyrleader for the Whers and their Handlers, giving him almost complete authority on all things wher, but there were lots of requests or suggestions that came to and from the Weyrleader and Weyrwoman. Things such as ideas on how to improve the night guard's patrols, things to make sure they are trained for, and sometimes even requests from allied territories for aid from wherhandlers for various night or cave related tasks. The Wher Matriarch was usually the one that dealt with the Weyrleader and Weyrwoman directly, but it was still Darilex's decision which requests or suggestions to honor and which ones to turn down. It was a delicate process, having two separate groups sharing the same Weyr and keeping the harmony. His only distraction from work tonight came in the form of a heat in his abdomen and a grumble from Darilesk as he moved from his shared wallow with Darisk and padded out of the Leader's living space and through the wherhandler's caverns.

Darilex watched his wher go, finally considering his options when the black spotted tail slipped out of the doorway. It was common for Darilex to take a temporary bed partner during Runs, but he did have work to do. He tapped a finger on the table in thought, looking at his paperwork, weighing his current options until he knew the female that Darilesk would be Chasing. He got his answer soon when the Prism locked onto the only Electrum in the Weyr. Rask then. Rhea locked his door, and admittedly even if the lad didn't, Darilex wouldn't have gone to his living space. After his shown interest in Rhea as a potential future leader, Darilex felt it would perhaps be too awkward for any Run related interactions.

Darilex was actually perhaps among the minority of wherhandlers that didn't lock his door though. He decided he wouldn't be able to give his work the focus it deserved, and so he picked it all up, reorganized it all into the proper places, and closed up his work desk so that no private files were just hanging around for prying eyes. He then ventured out to find himself a willing partner, not that it would be hard, finding there were a lot more interested parties since his promotion to Wherhandler Leader. He wasn't sure what those people thought they would get out of it, but during a Run, he didn't really care much as long as the person was a fully willing participant.

Darilesk though didn't need to think about as much as his handler did when Runs were imminent. He just found the female, Rask this time with her beautifully unique silver sheen, and left his focus there. However, though he had followed her this far, she wasn't ready to Run yet, and neither was he. As she found her prey in the feeding pens, Darilesk did the same, picking off a wherry for himself to drain for the warmth and the energy it would give to him for the Chase. As her red eyes looked over those that had gathered, Darilesk dropped his prey to the ground, abandoning what was left of the beast in favor of Rask, rumbling a low, excited growl before she took off, daring them to prove themselves to her as she took off over the fence first. Darilesk was quickly on the chase.

Jumping over the fence was one thing for his powerful legs, but gliding across the river was another. Born with no wings to speak of, Darilesk had to instead find another way. The bridge, of course, even if Rask hadn't gone to it it would have been his only choice. Other males were able to mimic her movements though, keeping close to her, while Darilesk's need to bank to the bridge and run across it did put him behind in the beginning of the Run. Not a good way to start, but he was sure he would make up for it as she led them from the river and to the forest.

Darilesk growled in determination as his claws tore into the ground beneath him once he was across the river's bridge, daring to make up some of the ground he had to span to get closer to Rask again. He sprinted with determination to get closer before he reached the forest, managing to eat up some of the distance that had formed during the river crossing before the brush and trees descended upon him. With no wings to have to fold up to protect from the foliage, he did have a small advantage, but only small as many males knew how to fold up their wings to keep them safe when Chasing a female through the brush of the forest. Darilesk bellowed loudly as he Chased Rask, catching glimpses of her in the foliage and hearing the loud sounds of large wher bodies crashing through the forest. He was here, and he was confident, and he wanted all to know that.
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Another Run was nigh...which basically meant Jaray was forced to take a candlemark or two off no matter what his original plans had been. He knew from experience the Run would disrupt him no matter what. It mattered not whether or not he participated, gave into the heat that came from his wher. That was it though. The heat alone was a distraction and while supposedly not as strong as a dragon's (he would never know first-hand just how strong it was for comparison) it was enough that his focus was not what it needed to be for work. How he spent the time varied but to date had never involved a partner because there was only one he wanted. If he couldn't be with her...he wasn't interested.

Thus it was to the accompaniment of irritated grumbling that Jarsk made his way to the wherry pens. As always the blue wher tuned it out, his focus as sharp as ever and wholly on the imminent Run. Whirling eyes beheld the beautiful silver sheen of the Weyr's only electrum as she emerged and struck down one of the wherries. Absolute beauty in motion. He admired her silently but only for a moment. He had the entire Run to admire her but only so much time before it began...and he needed his own wherry. Turning away from her he singled one out and quickly struck it down, eyes only returning to Rask when he was draining the beast dry. Its blood would fuel his efforts this night as he sought to impress her-to prove worthy, as she so rightly challenged before taking off.

Still Jarsk watched, allowing her to start her Run before following. She was built strong, powerful, especially for a female. Jarsk...was not. Even by blue standards he was more slender, built for speed and agility rather than bulk. Jarsk liked it that way though, nimbly dancing around obstacles Rask crashed through. Still he did not think her clumsy or foolhardy; he could only be impressed at the raw power she commanded. Rask knew her abilities and was using them; that was what impressed him. Playing to her strengths instead of wasting time trying to overcome her weaknesses...excellent! It was important to be aware of weaknesses of course...but some spent way too much time and effort fretting over them. There was only so much that could be done to counter them and always at the expense of time spent sharpening strengths. Foolish.

Rask was not foolish. She was strong and beautiful-and seemed to be enjoying crashing through things quite a bit. Jarsk could not help but rumble to himself. Despite the demand that they prove their worth she seemed quite uninterested in the proving right now. In fact she seemed almost completely unaware of them, too lost in running to care. This suited him fine; he would bide his time until Rask was ready to notice and then he would prove to her that he was the worthiest male Chasing her this night. Hopefully he could make her see that...
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Corosk was visiting with his handler, a trip that wasn't supposed to last long. But once he realized that a Run was on the horizon, he made it quite clear that they would be staying a little longer. There was no telling when the female in question would take off, so he informed his handler in short, gruff words that she should get comfortable. The Run would happen when it happened, and he for one wasn't in any rush to return to Walled. It was fine with his handler apparently, who returned to her conversations with a little grin on her face. Outside, Corosk started to pace, not impatient, but eager for things to begin. When it became apparent that he was clawing out clumps of dirt, he stopped and curled up, eyes swirling red as he watched and waited.

He moved only when he sensed the electrum emerging, and he made his way to the pens to blood his own kill. She was a unique beauty, one he'd never encountered before, but he would keep his words of praise to himself instead of showering her with gifts of words. He was old enough to know that it would be a waste of energy and time, when he needed to be focused instead on his kills and the chase that was about to take place. He would prove himself worthy of her, the old man would. After draining a single beast, he hunched forward, eyes never once leaving her glowing hide. As soon as she threw her challenge at her suitors, Corosk took off, becoming one with his handler who reminded him to use his focus and senses, and not get ahead of himself too quickly.

Then their link went silence, and all there was was Rask and her Run.
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Thu Aug 25, 2016 6:39 pm

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Carver was working on a commissioned piece, another doll house for a soon to be mother. It seemed like once he'd made one of them others had wanted them as well. He loved making them if only to see the children he made them for happily playing with them. The one he was currently working on was based after Benden Hold. It was a commission from a fairly wealthy holder who had gotten in touch with him. After a few letters of correspondence they had settled on a price and Carver had begun making it. He was almost done now and when it was done he would ship it north.

Rask runs. I will chase. Wish luck. Carvesk broke into his thoughts.

Carver stopped what he was doing to answer him. Good luck, buddy. He said and chuckled to himself. His bronze swore he was a gift to all the females. He wasn't surprised that he wanted to chase Rask, he'd been eyeing her for awhile and had chased her before. Knowing Rhea, the man's door would be shut, not that Carver would join if it wasn't. Sterling...was another matter... He hoped that working on the doll house would be distraction enough for him, but just in case he limped over to the door and locked it. His workshop was relatively private, but it was better to be cautious.

Carvesk prove himself to you! He called after her as the chase began. The bronze was determined, but he knew the others were just as determined. Instead of trying to out speed all the others at first he kept back some of his energy for the moment she started showing signs of slowing down. He did show off some as he ran. His size made him less graceful, but he was rather impressive. With luck Rask would also think he was impressive enough to be her mate.
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The shadows of the forest shifted ever so slightly as the scent of a female in heat caught the breeze. The burly shape sniffed at the air, savoring the scent before creeping ever closer to the Weyr. He tended to stay clear of the place where dragons reside, but the allure of a female was too strong to resist. The brown of his hide blended perfectly into the underbrush and darkness that the forest offered, so there was little to see until one was face to face with the wher, and he stalked as quietly as he could toward where he knew the female would eventually make her escape into the wilds.

Though he'd lived a life of traveling from place to place, even braving the seas to bring him and his handler to the Southern Wilds, the brown was known to have Chased quite a few females in his time. His experiences as a rogue translated to a cunning mind and many tricks that most Weyrbred whers have never needed to know, so the shadow thought he would have the advantage on this particular female and certainly able to overpower any male that wanted her from themselves. He was a patient creature, knowing to wait until the timing was right to engage in the Chase, to throw them off with the surprise of his appearance from the dark of the forest. The scent of blood and female in the air was enough to make him anxious though, shifting his weight while waiting for the appearance of this beauty.

Moments later, a hide the color of sunset gleamed before him, the electrum crashing through the underbrush just a few lengths in front of him and the dark shadow gave a rumble of approval. She was gorgeous, a sturdy frame that wasn't bothered by the tickle of the branches, a color that radiated with just as much of a glow as that of her heat, and the female looked like a worthy prize to Chase after, a victory he'd be loathe to lose. So with the slightest grunt, claws tore into the soft ground, powerful legs lunging after her, and the brown was unaffected by the brush that glanced off his scarred hide. There was only one thought on his mind; Rask and her beauty, her strength and prowess as she thundered through the forest and how much he desired to have her as his own. So the shadow weaved effortlessly through the trunks of the trees, barreled through the underbrush with his own stout frame, and barely let her out of his sights as long as possible.

So beautiful. So powerful. Just like Borosk. The brown managed to grunt as he snuck in a little closer to the electrum, clawed feet pounding the ground just behind her, breathing deeply of her scent and rumbling once more in eager anticipation. Choose well you must. Choose me. The darkness spoke confidently, going silent then to focus all his energy on Chasing, on proving himself to be just as valiant and strong as he looked, to show Rask that he would most certainly the best choice there was.
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There was no point paying much heed to the males this early in the run. They were all fresh and full of pride and bluster. They could pull off tricks and expend large amounts of energy in trying to capture her attention, but it was all for naught if they could not keep up for the run's duration. Rask had learned that much when she had first begun running.

Instead, she would lead them into a grueling pace and over and around as many obstacles she could find. Let those too weak fall away. Let the proud who flaunted and wasted their power admit defeat. It would take skill, power and intelligence to sway Rask. She held no interest in any mate but the one who proved himself the best.

And prove himself she would make him do.

The group came up to the edge of a ravine too wide to jump across, but rather than turning to run along it, Rask ran off the end. Her joints slammed hard as she landed on a shelf ten feet down but immediately jumped again. This land was her and Rhea's regular route and Rask knew its tricks like the back of her hand. She leapt towards the base of the ravine, hopping down from platform to platform, skipping a larger one with an unsteady base for a smaller one that Rask knew could hold her weight. Any males who tried for the larger ledge may find themselves falling the last forty feet down and risking some definite damage.

Once her feet touched bottom again, Rask took off.

There was a dry riverbed in the ravine, all rocky and peppered with large boulders with the intervening spaces littered with loose pebbles. She scrabbled for footing twice before leaping on top of a boulder and bounding along the tops of those, cords of muscle bunching in her hind legs as she propelled herself forward with each leap until the incline started and Rask once more found herself at surface level.

The run had not been particularly long, but it had been strenuous and Rask could feel the burning fatigue in her muscles with each pounding step. A good number of males had managed to keep up with her so far and Rask made a sharp turn down an animal path in order to get a good look at the final competitors.

Darilesk was strong and experienced, tried in his duties and as a sire. Carvesk could claim the same. Jask, as a blue, had done so well, already, to keep up with her. Corosk appeared strong and full of fresh blood and vigor and Borosk wore his experience like their handlers wore their knots.

A break in the trees led to a wide meadow and Rask's attention shifted to the tall grass brushing against her sides and tickling her nostrils. She snorted and tucked her head down against her chest before pulling up the last dregs of her remaining energy. Almost there. Try harder, she both teased and cheered her followers before breaking into an outright sprint.

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The initial catch up that Darilesk had to play due to his lack of wings at the river would cost him energy, but he had proven himself with Golds larger than Rask, so perhaps their similar size would make up for that. Just maybe, it was hard to say since while she had Run before, she was still a relatively new female and was likely still getting her full stride in Runs. Though she showed nothing other than confidence, and he liked that, even as she led them to a ravine that was too wide to even safely glide. He expected they would run along it, but instead, Rask surprised him, jumping down and landed below on a shelf.

He snorted in surprise, and hesitated a moment before following her lead. Obviously this could be done, and Darilesk had no doubt he could follow, even without wings to make his jumps father and softer. Always being without wings, he was very sure of foot like any wher, perhaps even a little more so, having to learn how to make up for his inability to glide, it was likely why he had so much stamina for his size of wher. So he found his own shelves to jump along, following a few of Rask's as well but taking a few of his own, however risky a move it was to make his own path down instead of following hers. It was perhaps by luck he missed the ledge that would fall away under the weight of any wher, but it was just as well, as landing on that ledge would have sent him plummeting too far to make it out without grave injury. Even so though, he made it to the ground later than some of the other males, but he made it and took off to where Rask led them at the bottom of the ravine, lungs and nostrils flaring for air as he ran.

The last obstacle of the ravine came in the form of bounding along boulders that made a steep path up and out of the ravine again. Darilesk didn't hesitate here, leaping onto a boulder, scrabbling on it a moment for his initial footing, before taking off along the tops like the glittering Rask did. His sureness of foot truly paid off in getting him out of the ravine, even if he did stumble and scrape a hind leg on one of the boulders, leaving behind a bit of green ichor on the stone as he continued on. It wasn't a dangerous injury, relatively minor so he could run on it, even as it bled. He could not let that make him quit, even if he snorted heavily from exertion once they got out of the ravine. His chest and legs began to burn, but he would see it through to the very end.

Trees swarmed his vision, though Rask was a beacon of heat in the low heat of the trees on a relatively cool night. It made her easy to follow this last stretch, especially when Rask took a game path that was much easier to see her and run along than dodging trees were. Perhaps just a little bit longer then, he thought a he pushed himself forward, breathing heavily from his nose and mouth, trying to get as much air into his lungs and muscles to make it this last stretch of Run. He would make it, he would see her at the end, at least, that was what he believed as he pushed himself this last little bit to prove himself a worthy mate.
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Carvesk was not daunted by the ravine Rask ran towards. While he was not super familiar with this area, he was counting on her not doing anything too dangerous. However, he was shocked when she didn't start running along the ravine and instead jumped off of it and down onto a ledge. It threw him off for a moment as he unsteadily jumped to a shelf and then by the third shelf he jumped to he began to get the rhythm of it. Her cleverness in taking them down this way only made the big bronze wish to be her mate more.

His unsteadiness coming down the ravine put him behind some of the other males once he got to the bottom, but he didn't waste time in taking off after Rask again. The dry riverbed was littered with rocks and other debris that they all had to be careful avoiding. Carvesk followed her over the boulders, though he could feel his muscles beginning to burn with the effort he was putting into chasing her. He would admit, this was probably one of the most fun runs he'd joined in and would be sure to continue chasing Rask in the future.

Carvesk was proud at himself for not pushing himself too hard at the beginning. Now as the cleared through the trees and into a meadow he could feel the end of the run nearing. Rask's words only encouraged him onward. His strong legs began to tear up the ground harder as he sprinted after her. The others were good competitors, so he was not about to be too cocky in thinking that he was the obvious choice. But he knew that he was a good choice and a good sire. He would give it his all during the last leg of this chase.
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Rask was certainly not an easy wher to Chase. Though smaller than a gold or even an andalusite like Serisk she was powerful and had her own clever tricks. So did some of the other males Chasing. Even Jarsk had to grudgingly admit to being impressed by some of the tricks they pulled off. He could have done the same but he was not stupid. Unlike them he did not have the strength and stamina to play with. Being a blue he was smaller and he knew he burned out faster than them. To have any chance at all of being Rask's mate he needed to last until she made her choice and he most certainly would not last if he tried anything fancy.

Then again fancy might be what let him last. Jarsk was pulling a fair few small tricks of a different sort. Where the other males were trying to be flashy and impress Rask he was cutting corners and saving energy where he could. A few of the little tricks he used to conserve energy likely did earn him some points if only for creativity and intelligence...assuming Rask cared about those. If she did not...at least he could say he gave her his best effort. He would last until the end of her Run; on that Jarsk would not yield no matter how many stunts he had to pull to keep going!

It seemed he would have to use even more, come up with more methods to save his flagging energy. They came upon a ravine but instead of the sharp turn to run along it that Jarsk anticipated, Rask ran right over the edge! The dark blue and grey wher skidded to a halt at the edge, staring down after her and panting in great gulps of air. Leaping from ledge to ledge to reach the bottom...how he wanted to be her mate! Rask was so strong she had been able to plow right through earlier obstacles and yet while that had to take more strength and energy she still had enough left to lead them into more obstacles-not easy ones either, for tiring whers.

His hesitation cost him distance but Jarsk didn't care. He would hang in there until Rask made her choice. The second she called for another male, then he could stop and nurse his fatigue (and pride). Until then he would keep going...starting with getting down to the bottom of the ravine. The blue grunted and leaped for the first ledge, using his wings to soften the landing a little. When he could get away with it he used them to glide past a ledge and onto the next one. By sheer dumb luck one of the ledges he skipped was the one that would not hold a wher's weight. Jarsk didn't know that of course; he only knew that his wings were not burning quite as fiercely as his legs and so he used them to spare his tired legs some work. However he was no dragon; he still had to make several jumps and his legs protested every time. At the bottom of the ravine Jarsk looked up to see several males bounding across boulders and inwardly sighed. His tired legs were already crying out against taking that path but Jarsk could feel the stones under his feet. He would never catch up unless he followed over the boulders.

Grunting at the effort it took he climbed onto one of the boulders and began leaping after the others. He could not deny how tired his legs were getting but at least the end was in sight. The ravine ended and for at least a little while the ground would be smooth. He could simply run-he hoped. The last few boulders were a struggle for the tiring blue but he persevered, using his wings to help extend his shortening jumps. He almost didn't make the last boulder, falling slightly short and having to scramble to climb up and over it. By the time he was back on solid ground his limbs were on fire-and Rask wasn't done yet!

Her words were meant to tease and encourage but Jarsk only groaned mentally. Still more...Rask was demanding as much as any larger female. At this rate he might have to drop out before the choice was made. Even if he lasted would it be worth it? If he won how good a mate could he be if he was too exhausted to...well...finish the Run with her? But he had come so far! Jarsk did not want to give up. The other males were visibly tiring and Rask had to be running out of steam too. Just a little longer, a little farther...and maybe he could use this stretch to finally earn some points with Rask. Gathering his remaining strength Jarsk bounded after her, sprinting to catch up. He had a fair bit of ground to make up but make it up he did, determined to make this one move and show Rask he would be a worthy mate.

Slowly the distance closed, Jarsk pushing and showing off his greater speed. The gap was soon closed completely as the blue ducked in the briefly brush against Rask. Jarsk still here, he purred to her. Ready for Rask. Only await word. Despite his fatigue the words were spoken confidently before Jarsk let himself fall back a bit. He would not try to force her choice but let her consider the impressive feat of him keeping up and even closing the gap to the point he could give her that brief brush. There were larger males, proven sires, but despite having less power and stamina than them Jarsk was still here and had a little more left to give. All Rask had to do was choose him.
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