Season: Late Winter
Time of Day: Just before Dawn
Patrols today had been, at least, uneventful...well, uneventful in that there was no signs of felines or any other trouble. For Ferghas though he could tell that there was something different with his lovely lady this evening than the others. She was moodier than usual, which was saying something considering she'd been moody most of the week. Ferghas had, at first counted it to the fact she was upset with all the loss they had suffered at the paws of the felines, but as the night moved on he was beginning to suspect it was something entirely different. It had been three turns since he'd bonded to this gorgeous creature. In the beginning he figured that she would rise for her maiden run by at least two turns of age. So when those two turns had come and gone he began to speculate that because Fersk was unique that she simply did not have the urge for mating runs. He didn't mind and loved her regardless, though there was a part of him that felt sorry she would not get to experience that part of being a wher.
They had been back from patrol for a few candlemarks now. Enough time to get dinner and be a little rested. Fersk had grouchily told Ferghas she was going to sleep while he went to eat and drink or whatever. Ferghas didn't argue with her and let her be. It was as he was on his way back to his place when what he'd began to be suspicious of proved itself to be true. Fersk, darling, are you alright? He asked her curiously.
Fersk answered him in a powerful, desire-filled voice. He watched as he saw her sunset hide stampede through the rain from their home towards the corrals. She'd never felt so hot and so alive before in her life. Strong limbs carried her quickly to where the scent of blood drove her. She leaped over the fencing and immediately chased down a large size buck before sinking her teeth into it's neck. Blood it only, Fersk! Do you understand me? Ferghas ordered her. A battle of wills began between them, but in the end Ferghas won out and Fersk only drank the warm blood of the butchered animal.
While Fersk had her fun killing more animals, each time he had to order her to blood only, Ferghas made his way back to his place. Since he'd given up on thinking they'd ever have a mating run, he was rather giddy about the whole experience. He knew that wherhandlers didn't feel the urge to participate in their whers runs as strongly as riders, but he was a man of pleasure and fun. As soon as he got to his place he opened the door and left it that way while he quickly went to his bedroom to slip into something more comfortable should any of the others decided they would rather not sit through the run by themselves. He emerged from his bedroom in night pants and a robe and then helped himself to glass of whisky to enjoy while he sat through the run.
Fersk finished her kills and took off with a bolt, leaving whatever males had noticed her before she'd called out to them in her wake. She called out loudly in challenge to all the males as her legs carried her away from the weyr and into the surrounding area. She would give the males a good run, she was not going to be easy to catch. This was her time and she intended to shine.
And the run has started!! PC and NPC males are welcome. Ferghas's door is open should anyone wish to join him and he does so hope a few people join him. This will be a 2 round run as per the majority request. I will be starting the second round within a week, maybe a little longer as I will be busy most of the day on the 27th. Good luck to you all!