The Blackrose Affair <Nerosali's Maiden Run>

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Mon Jul 31, 2017 4:00 am

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The Blackrose Affair

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Fog had clung to the ground that morning, a viscid soup of bitter yet suffocating air much like the rain that had bore down on the weyr for the better part of the evening before. Thirteen candlemarks and it had ceased to yield, an obstinate substance as daily life continued about, only beginning to wane as the sun faded beyond the horizon. Setting in over the horizon, twilight claimed the sky, dusk ascending the throne, a mere regent until the luminous king awoke for the evening. She’d felt it in the morning, a quiet bay to the birth of a new eventide, yet though Nerosali’s handler remained at work into the late hours the blackrose released a call to him, an evanescent warning that something was…different.

Kinali had sensed it, even, asking her about her mood as he rose before the sun did within the early moments of the day, only to be rebuked of the fact it was nothing. But she knew better, life had its way of demanding a cycle of her, just as any other, and though the day wher herself was quite unique compared to others of her kind, one commonality remained. A lady of the court in her mind, first and foremost, but also one dutiful to the pack.

Earlier in the day she’d visited a comrade in arms, Iolith to confide her situation, quietly slipping a key to the dragon, knowing that her handler would not take the evening easily. Although the run-lust had not bound handlers nearly as strong as that of a flight’s participants, Kinali had never been the sort to open up on that front. He was private for that aspect of his life, and difficult as it was to even consider him locking himself away, she knew that perhaps having someone there to help him through it would be the best. It had been a heated topic the two had discussed in the past, late into the mentoring and lessons she’d received, the latter of the two surrendering eventually. He’d never open himself up and leave the door unlocked in that sense, but much as he dared not to admit it, having Sid’nis would at least make the sensations…bearable.

Principled as she was, Nerosali couldn’t hold off any longer, her fleeting notice to the handler no less urgent for him to return to his dwelling. He’d come within the following minutes, a worried expression drawn across his features, only to realize why it was that the blackrose had been…off, for the day. For a while he’d felt a stupor claim his mind, blaming himself for not recognizing it earlier, even if it was her first time, but there was little he could do now other than wish her a good and safe run. Within his mind, and heart, he knew that opinionated as she was, the day wher ultimately would select another to mate with, but given her character was more than likely to make them work for it. Tenaciously so.

Parting ways from the cabin, Nerosali tore off from the wet dirt below her feet, immediately taking to an unfortunate varmint that had served as the blood of a fresh kill. There would be no meat to satiate her appetite, but the ichor would serve its purpose just enough to give her the energy needed for the eventide. Tantalizingly reaching out, she probed at the minds of the pack, a vicious warning not to coerce themselves upon her, but that she was ready. “Harken to those whom hear my call, prove now your worth in chase or squall. Follow or flee into the vale, force my paw and you shall surely fail.
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Mon Jul 31, 2017 6:45 am

Lareli had woke early this day. Her mind telling with thoughts of home and the people there. It had been long sense the golden shell had broke in the weyr bowl, but the thought of what the mother had Dena.Fed of the people still reeled in her mind. She tossed most of the night, unable to sleep and once she knew dawn was aproching she tossed her covers and hopped from bed. Anubli had slept a better part of the night, only waking once to check on her. She soothed him back to sleep and he did. Once she was up however, he stretched and got to his feet.

Walking into the day, they took a stroll around the border, equipment in hand in case of danger, she wanted to stretch, Anubli kept close feeling her distress. The day had gone long before a call went out and Anubli snorted, he seemed on edge and she took grate notice. He chased a wherri and killed the beast, sucking the creature dry and then another. Picking up on his antics she grinned and gave him a long rub, she knew the signs. They parted ways as she went to her barracks and flipped a sign, she would sit and read, giving him encouragement today.

Anubli had fed, his body hummed with release as he stalked quietly and slowly towards where the BlackRose had sent out her call. Each chase he had been part of was different, some where snappy, others sweet, and even some mean, but one thing he learned was to keep his distance. As he watched the wher he kept his head low and stalked close, but it was only a dragonslength away, where as to keep from catching a claw should she decide to snap. He would wait, feeling that words were not her thing, he simply waited to prove his strength in show then rather pretty words. His nose low he slid back his lips at other males, his snarl meant to intimidate rather then fight.
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After five turns of being bonded to Ptahia, a Chaser through and through, Naia tended to note when he caught wind of a nearing to Rise female. He tended to be quick to pick up on the signs, being an observant sort of Blood as it were. Naia couldn’t help, though, but get a little nervous around when Ptahia chose to Chase. Sure, she had one of the armbands denoting her choice to not take anyone during a Run, but she still got nervous. Enough that, despite his natural desires, Ptahia always checked in with Naia, ensuring she was fine.

“I’m fine, it’s ok, I promise,” she assured him once more that day after their morning had begun. It was really only a matter of time before the female took to her Run, but despite Naia’s nerves she had no intentions of doing anything other than encouraging Ptahia to Chase. He had his natural needs, and it was best for the Pack to let him Run as well so that whoever was Running would have the best options to choose from.

They went about their day as usual though, with Naia spending this afternoon catching up on some art commissions she tended to work on in between her Guard duties. She didn’t get a lot of work for her art, since paintings were a luxury, but it was plenty to keep her busy. She was currently working on a piece of Weyrwoman Eavan and Senior Queen Paiseantath that would be hung in the Dining Hall along with the other paintings and tapestries of past Weyrwomen. She had been working on this one for a while, determined to get it perfect, as well as needing Eavan and Paiseantath to pose for her at times, which was a rare gift since Eavan was about as busy as one would expect the Weyrwoman of a Weyr.

To the side she had other pieces she randomly worked on, such as one canvas that was still mostly basic blocked out colors depicting when the massive blue Verikath Caught Paiseantath. No one had commissioned her for that one, but she felt it had been such a momentous event that it deserved to be remembered as more than just writing in the archives.

Before Naia knew it, evening arrived, only being reminded by a mental prodding by Ptahia. She realized how long it had been since she’d stretched, her legs stiff where she sat. Perhaps now was a good time for a break though, perhaps some dinner. Except that the day whers had other plans that evening. Turns out, Ptahia had mentally touched Naia because the Run was beginning.

Black-Rose Nerosali Runs now. He warned his handler so that she could lock up her cabin to ride out the Run by herself. During the Run she would pull out another, very large painting she worked on every time Ptahia Chased. It started as a way to just get through the Runs, then it turned into something more than that for Naia. It was a painting she could only work on at these times, as she was only in the right state of mind for it during Ptahia’s Chases.

Ptahia prepared himself, blooding one of the many wherries slated for such a fate when the urge to mate arose. The blood invigorated him, sent his muscles humming with the need to run, and none too soon as the official call to Chase rang from the unique Black-Rose female.

Ptahia was ready, responding to the call of the ready Nerosali.

With prose worthy of the Harper hall, who could ignore such a siren’s call. Ptahia couldn’t help but respond in similar language to Nerosali, his handler’s Harper training having its influence on him and his chosen words. He only gave a brief grumble to any male that tried to intimidate him, including the other blood, Anubli, that was his old clutchmate. Ptahia didn’t wish to be caught paying more attention to the other males than to the source of their desires this evening.

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Natara knew that her bondmate had chased a few whers before bonding to her. However, since their bonding, they had been on patrol for every chase he might have been interested in. She’d been relieved, as she was still getting her feet under her in her role as a dayguard. While she knew that Atumra wouldn’t really have any responsibilities to the clutch even if he did sire one…

WHEN, he corrected her, and she laughed a little. When, she agreed.

She would end up nervous about the eggs in his place.

It didn’t help that she didn’t feel that she knew anyone in the Weyr well enough to really enjoy the chase herself. While Atumra was blooding a wherry, Natara was closing and locking the door to her apartment. She called her two canines, and began grooming them, trying to focus on them instead of anything more exciting.

Nerosali, your words are almost as lovely as you are, Atumra crooned at the uniquely colored wher, while Natara tried to ignore him. Hopefully, whers were more susceptible to flattery than she was.

YOU have no idea how to flirt, Atumra told his handler, before returning his attention to Nerosali. Which, well, Natara couldn’t deny that. She just wasn’t all that certain that Atumra was any better at it.
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There was never not a busy day for Micah and Zenucah. Micah had been the Dayhandler leader for turns now. It was a role he had quickly become as comfortable with doing as he was competent doing it. Perhaps life was not nearly as exciting as it once had been. Back when he had first come south and met the woman he now was honored to call wife and mother of his children. Nor as exciting as when he'd first left his Ruathan home. There was so many things that had happened to him since then. Some heartbreaking...some physically painful...and some great... for all of that Micah would not change how things had turned out and honestly he excitement of running things day to day was more than enough for him.

One of those day to day excitements was always runs. Being the leader he kept track closely of every run, every sire, every dam, and every clutch.It was important to the pack. But that was about as involved in the runs as Micah got. He'd never been one to enjoy the benefits of a handler's open run, but there was a few times he would take advantage of Kivasila's runs to have some fun with Sheila. Zenucah and Kivasila was life-mates, but the Alpha still liked to chase the other females on occasion and there was certainly runs where he did not win his mate. Micah never cared whether or not his day wher chased, but the blood was kind enough to at least inform him when he was.

Micah. The young Blackrose begins her maiden run. I am going to chase her. Her children will provide the Pack with new blood. It is important it be strong blood as well. The blood said as he joined the others at the corrals. He did not blood a kill, confident in his abilities that had proven himself to be the best choice of alpha over and over again. Good luck then. I know you'll give it your all. Micah said and then put down the paperwork he'd been attempting to get a head start on. It was evening and he knew of one beautiful dark haired woman who was currently taking a bath in the next room. How could he not slip into the room and offer to....wash her back for her.

It has been an honor watching you grow into a regal and magnificent lady, lovely Nerosali. He spoke respectfully. May your run be as strong as I am sure your children will be.
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Green eyes opened against the sun filtering in through the window, and the young man rubbed his eyes, stifling a yawn. Was it really time to get up already? Couldn't he just sleep a little more? Rolling over, he moved his arm, expecting to find it wrap around his boyfriend, but the other side of the bed was empty. The Quartzhandler frowned a bit, but quickly just shook his head. By now he should be used to that. Cas had always been one to get up early, even if he didn't have to. The kids had spent the night at crèche so that Talen and Cas could have a night to themselves. Throwing the covers back, the young man stretched and then got up, quickly washing his face and putting some clothes on. His stomach gave a rumble and he could not help but chuckle to himself. Of course he was starving, that was honestly nothing new.

Talen made his way down to the dining hall, deciding that he did not really feel like cooking. Besides, he wasn't really the best cook, and Cas had honestly been spoiling him a bit. After a quick breakfast he headed down to the Infirmary. He didn't really HAVE to be there, but the man never passed up a chance to continue working on his craft. For some reason, he felt that he was never going to be able to learn everything there was to know. Cas had told him different, hell even he had told himself that he would be fine. Besides, the craft he hah chosen was not exactly an easy one per say.

After putting in a semi long day there, Talen grabbed some food for dinner, and headed back to the apartment he shared with Cas. On his way back, he could feel something was different. For a few minutes, he just let his mind dwell on it. It was a familiar feeling, but his mind could not place it at the moment. He could tell it wasn't from him, that it was coming from Khonlen. When it dawned on him, he quickly tried to reach out to his daywher, but the Quartz was already speaking in his mind.

Talen, Nerosali begins her maiden run! I will chase and prove to her that I am the best!

Good luck Khonlen Talen replied before finishing making his way home. He found himself hoping that Cas was home. Seeing how Kinali was Inakil's brother, it wasn't a long shot to say that his door wasn't going to be open, especially on the maiden run. He reached the house, and was put a pleased smirk on his face when he saw Cas. This was going to be a fun night.

As the Quatz caught up with the rest of the suitors, he joined right in. My beautiful Nerosali, I will not fail you, not now, not ever.
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As Rukbat began to descend toward the horizon, the guard knew his patrol was nearing it's end, he'd gone as far as he could before having to return to the Pack. As the copper gave a lasting look at the misty jungle he'd yet to scout, a soft growl escaped from the depths of his belly, a warning to any threat that lay just out of sight. This foul fog unnerved him, allowed him to believe that there could be anything hiding in it's obscurity and he had to see for himself that the perimeter was clear. Another lingering moment as he stood his ground, keen eyes and ears waiting for any movement through the fog around him or any unusual sounds, but the guard neither saw nor heard anything to cause alarm. A huff was given as he finally turned away, moving parallel to the unknown jungle beyond for a while before he shifted course even more to angle back toward the Weyr proper along a different route to patrol on the way home.

The mists began to part as he grew closer to the Pack, but that was not the only change he felt as he neared. For a moment, the copper was sent on edge, his ears pinned down to his knobs as he approached the Weyr, all senses searching for the source of this difference. The dragons were still fluttering about carelessly, as they were wont to do in his opinion, and their nocturnal cousins were beginning to emerge from the tunnels and caves, all seemed well within the walls of the Weyr. There was no danger it seemed, and the copper's ears relaxed as he strode further into the Yard, before he was caught in midstride by a cloying scent on the breeze.

That was it. The scent of a female ready to Run...but not just any female, was she?

Nekhen had watched her since a hatchling, and once he'd caught the scent, he knew it could only be hers. She'd come from the wilds, yet chose to bond to one of the only humans that the copper himself had considered, so naturally the guard had to keep an eye on her and Kinali. The guard was still without a handler, but Nerosali had chosen well, though he'd been sure to keep a watch on her upbringing and her bond with the lad. The chimera had his respect in that regard, and so far she'd proven to be a worthy addition to the Pack no matter where she'd been hatched. It seemed that this evening, she would blossom into something more, take claim to her role as a Rose, who'd give them a Chase that any guard would be proud of.

The copper didn't bother with initial pleasantries among the Pack then. He'd been on patrol all day, and if he were to give the lady a proper Chase, he would need fuel to keep him strong, keep his endurance peaked. So Nekhen moved straight for his first kill, dark muzzle latching onto the wherry like a vice and began to suck down its' life blood to sustain him. Only when he was satiated did he drop the carcass and lick clean his bloody maw, and he could feel the warmth seeping into every fiber of his being, renewing him and giving the daywher the fuel he would need to sustain the rugged pace the blackrose would undoubtedly set. The copper didn't doubt that Nerosali would give everything she could into her maiden Run, and he knew that she wasn't going to be easy to keep up with tonight and woe be to any male who thought otherwise.

He was waiting for her as she came for her own kill, a stout guardian standing by nearly as still as a statue, watching her intently with red whirling eyes and muscular body taut and ready to spring the moment she took to the ground. Nekhen said not a word, for his presence was enough to show her that he was willing to go the distance for her, that he would give her the Chase she deserved and desired, that he would not falter and would not bow out. A steady gaze told her all she needed to know, that he would not fail her and was determined to see this to the end, no matter the outcome. He was ready when she was, and the moment her paws hit the ground, he would be right behind her.


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Roman began gathering up his things in the office and the rustle of papers and clink of small bottles seemed to alert the day wher lounging in the corner. Ears swiveled, but the two toned head did not lift just yet, though lids pried open to watch the Weyrhealer as he stuffed those belongings into the satchel on his desk.

You do realize that you practically live in this office, so it's not like you're really taking work home with you...In fact, it's more like you're just constantly working. Don't you ever stop? Bespoke the blood wher, in a slightly bemused tone with his handler, a man who's love for the wher was just as deep as his passion for his duty.

"I'm not always working." Roman defended himself, though he caught himself trying to think of the last time he hadn't brought part of the office home with him, or to dinner, or lunch, or breakfast...

Really? I can read your mind you know, and even you can't remember the last day off you had, let alone the last night off. Gio replied with a soft snort as he hefted himself to his feet finally and slowly padded toward the healers' desk.

"There was that time....we had dinner with Xacke and Xarria." The man finally announced, smiling broadly as though he'd stuck on the perfect answer.

That was last season...

"....Was it really?"

Yes. One night, many months ago.

"Oh..."

The day wher gave another snort, almost like a chuckle as he moved closer and nosed against the man's hand. Even the Weyrleaders take more time off than you do. Leave those things here, they will be here in the morning. Let's go home, read a book, or enjoy a glass of wine...When was the last time you played the violin?

Roman had to pause a moment there, lowering the strap of the satchel back to the desk, though his hand hadn't quite let go yet. "I...don't remember." And there was the slightest twinge of sadness in that reply, for he could remember a time when the instrument was rarely out of his sight, and now he had to remember where he'd put the case. "Oh blast it, you're right..." As usual. "...fine, I'll leave it here for tonight, but come morning these reports need to be finished and I might even have to come in early to get them done."

If that is the price to be paid. Giocosoman said rather frankly and butt his head into the man's hip, starting to get him moving toward the door, away from the desk, out of the office and into the evening air without that satchel over his shoulder filled with work.

As they emerged from the Infirmary, they both seemed to take a deep breath of the fresh air, but Gio caught something that Roman couldn't possibly had smelled. There was a perk in the blood wher, his ears standing at attention as he prowled forward a little more. The healer gave a quirk of his brow as the blood wher stepped away from him, but a few steps carried him back to the day whers side as they moved across the Yard. "What is it? Something wrong Gio?"

No, nothing wrong...I just might not be joining you tonight. The two toned wher said, a glance tossed at the man and then toward the Pack dwellings. Before Roman could question what he meant by that, the call came from the chimera of her intent and Giocosoman could feel the stirring within his bones and it drifted through their bond as the silent answer to the unspoken question.

"Ah, I see...Well chap, you've inspired me to enjoy a night off, so you might as well too." Roman said, patting the blood whers' haunch affectionately. "Perhaps I'll pull out my violin to entertain me while you're away." The man continued, a wry sort of smile creeping over broad lips. "Don't let me keep you any longer from her, or you might fall behind before it's even begun." He added with a soft slap to that haunch which spirited the blood wher into motion once more, moving toward the feeding pens where the others were beginning to gather. "Good luck Gio."

There was a soft rumble from the day wher as he departed from the man's side. On one paw, he'd made promises to the man of a comfortable and enjoyable evening without the woes of work, but on the other paw, perhaps an evening to himself was exactly what the healer needed and Gio could not quite pass up the opportunity presented to him. Nerosali was a gem among them all, a beauty of a chimera that was blossoming into her full potential this eve and as one of the oldest blood whers in the Pack, he owed it to her to give Chase, to respect her and follow her through the dusky mists. With only one more glance over his shoulder, to be sure that his handler would be alright, Giocosoman quickly padded toward the blackrose to offer his fealty for her maiden Run.

On an evening such as this, there could be no better for you to take what is rightfully yours. You are as swift as the wind, as lithe as the shadows and as clever as the mists themselves. We will be hard pressed to surpass you while you are in your element sweet rose. The two toned blood wher crooned sweetly to the chimera, only a glance spared at the other males before she took his full attention and he silently vowed to earn her attention as well. He was a blood, an experienced one, and he was built and bred for moments like these, to prove himself worthy as a sire, as a mate, and he would give everything he could of himself to Nerosali and show her that he was the right choice for her. With bated breath, he watched her, waited for the moment when she would spring into action and Giocosoman would gladly follow her into the darkest jungles.
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The Blackrose Affair

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Skirting the fringes of the Atrician territory had become something of a norm for Nerosali, ever since the lady had become of age and mentored through her trials of guardianship. Contrasting that of her duty as a caretaker, two roles melded into a unique specimen, receptive of her own heritage and being. Perhaps that was the reasoning in which she’d allured the pursuing suitors, far more than she could have ever anticipated, though would be lying if she claimed that even the numbers would cause her to go easy on them. If anything, it drove the blackrose further to challenge them, only the most worthy in her mind of catching her, it in itself a feat that would be more of a stunt than an actual success. For as much of a lady as she claimed herself to be, were any to attempt forcing themselves upon her, she would fight, and knew well the power of her claw, bridging the unparalleled gap amongst the roles she belonged to. The strengths of both to her heel and form, and the wit and persistence to match it; Nerosali was not without her flaws, but individualism within the female spoke of her character. She wasn’t an easy one to judge nudge out of the way conveniently.

Tearing through the sodden earth, and leading the group into the outskirts of the jungle, they’d born a path away from the weyr. Not distant, but enough to settle the privacy and timidity of the less courageous of the group, leaving the stragglers behind. Already she could note one of the hunters falling back as a blood neared, his quiet form attempting to lurk alongside her with a snarl. A measure which she reciprocated, warning the other to keep his distance, until a far more peaceful blood met alongside him, courting her with words befit of a poet. “Charmed are my wits, due unto you. Axiom o vigor, should your heart remain true.” Blessed within citrine-jade, her eyes reflected the mental state of appreciation the other had boasted, far more respective and a note for others to not assume what she favored. There was more than one way to win her, but force was not it.

Nearing their pace she could vaguely make out the silhouettes of others rounding through the vale, the blackrose leaping over a fallen log with relative grace, landing into a goodly puddle that splashed rainfall into the foggy air. Visibility was diminishing, instead encouraging her to rely on the pack bond for those that had fallen behind, leading them through the edges before venturing further into the wilds. There was no desire for there to be immediate danger within this jaunt, but little could she not appreciate the mien of the eventide. To her bout, a copper fell in place, a spectacle of acknowledgement coming from the blackrose in kind as he followed suit. “A traditionalist I have here within my midst. Shall you prevail, or fumble in mist?” A trio of males came up behind her, immediately recognizing Zenucah, a bold grey close on his heels to overtake him in attempt to catch her well before she was ready. Growling in blaring tone against the hunter, Nerosali laid a final warning to not incline her temper. “Hallowed that I am to be honored by he, whom leads our pack, his word doth decree.

Taking over into a clearing for the stragglers to catch wind, she led them around in a hoop, a momentary reprieve for them to gain respite from her chase. Last long it did not, however, for as quickly as she noticed the final remnants of her suitors catching up, the blackrose tore off with great haste into the depths of the trees once more. “Humble you are, my dear beloved Quartz. Welcome shall you always be, within my court.” Eyes fleeting ahead, the notable and familiar presence she’d recognized earlier had finally caught up, a calm reflection of blue emitted from her eyes in tranquility. Nekhen, a welcome friend that she knew her handler carried a distinct friendship with, long before she came along. “Our eve would not be complete here without you, dear noble soul. Elated am I, for you to join on this stroll.

Carried within her lifeblood she could begin to feel her energy surge, a rise before the storm as Nerosali’s tenacity bore her farther and deeper, the weyr only limitedly in sight beyond the trees and viscid soup which had claimed the ground. A rightful challenge for anyone who remained in pursuit, though not so far as to worry their handlers. For she was not cruel, demanding as the lady was, but as yet another blood neared, the last within the group and pulling closely to match that of the other caretakers, she warmly crooned in return to his dedication. “My sweet loving harper, born within kin, enchanted is my heart within this min.” Looking back momentarily, she took in the rich air, savoring the fact she had attracted so many suitors within the tide of the evening. For what reason, it remained unapparent — lust, desire to prove themselves, sire another brood, or maybe just the fact that she was a unique spectacle. It could have been any number of reasons, but regardless she was pleased.

Gents and rogues, a gallery have I seen. Ready I am not, pursue if still keen. Deeper we go into this loving night, give chase or fall decide now your plight.
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Sat Aug 05, 2017 3:47 am

Atumra was not at all surprised to see so many males gathering for the chimera’s maiden run. She was such an intriguing wher, even if he had no chance of matching her way with words. There is nothing wrong with tradition, he answered, unsure if she was mocking him. And I must admit that I cannot match your way with words and will not insult us both by trying. I can praise your unique beauty but I cannot make my words themselves as beautiful.

Atumra could not claim to have paid particular attention to any of the female whers in his pack. Oh, he was aware of them, but he was far too focused on his own responsibilities to think about mating unless the potential chase was immediate. However, the chimera blackrose was striking enough that he had at least noticed her in the past.

He had finished draining two kills, and was watching Nerosali, waiting for her to move. He let the tension build in his muscles, enjoying the anticipation of the chase. He usually finished a chase with a fight, and had a few scars from felines to prove it, but he would much prefer to end this chase another way.

Where you lead, I will follow, he promised her. If I cannot prove myself worthy of your time, I will at least prove my dedication.
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Shiftergirl
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Sat Aug 05, 2017 4:55 am

Anubli ran at his pace, keeping his distance but pulling closer to keep in range of her sight. He was determined to be know as she pulled away into the wild. As he saw the other males he wanted to snarl but a nudge from his bond kept him silent. There is a time for anger and a time for patience my dear. He pulled back and heard her comment. Feeling foolish he and hurt that he could have been a much better male to court her he put on a little more speed as he jumped the log and landed in the puddle. Letting his muscles give as he too balance and tore after her again he drew closer and this time crooned to her.

I may not have your grace in words but I can see you are a wonderful beauty to behold. I will run and prove how I can be worthy in more ways then words. He said to Nerosali as he looked her over. She was a graceful creature and had many traits that were worthy of a female. He crooned and tried his hand at being gentle and not nice but friendlier towards the other males. Sizing them up and giving them space was better then crowding and snapping. He did give his bond credit, she was wise in some ways. He however kept his attention on Nerosali to make sure she knew she was the only one he wanted.
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*WHER CHARACTER*
Electrum Handler Carrole & Electrum Caesk
.:. Wher Candidate Wrihelm

*DRAGON CHARACTER*
Opal Dragon Meriath & Kalico:..
Fr'an & Blue Mihnoth

*DAYWHER CHARACTER*
Blood handler Lareli & Anubli
Sport Handler Mickell & Sport Aranell

*HOLD/CRAFTER CHARACTERS*
Shaylah & Black/Silver Mohovis
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