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[Reakeda]

The black gold twitched in anticipation as she paced their chambers. The den was quiet with Lysk still sleeping and Lyrica preparing herself for what was to come and the quiet just made the Gold yearn more for the moment that was coming.

She had slept nearly the full day and only woken a half hour before the sunset. Too soon to go to the surface and challenge those males who thought themselves worthy of her, but too late to even think of more rest this close. Her claws clatter against the floor. It was nearly time. She could smell the change of the day giving way to night, letting its darker side come out. With it hers shifted readily to surface.

Risk was tired of being confined to this small den with her little white bond mate who was too young to be worth a second thought. No. Now the sun was fully set and darkness had settled over the Weyr and it's surrounding lands. The darkness that would hide her and challenge the males to prove themselves worthy.

She found her prey easily, and bit into it's neck tasting the warm blood spill into her mouth. The liquid a sweet, energy giving honey. It was as she began to rip and tear the beast's throat out that she felt Lyrica clamp her will shut. Blood.

Yes. Blood,Muscle,Tendon,Guts... Bone crunch crunch. Risk responded gleefully

Blood Lyrica told her firmly.

Risk let out a hiss and pulled at the the throat with her teeth and for a moment it seemed she would disobey. For another moment she tried. Then she readily and gleefully accepted the treat she could have at that moment. before turning her attention to the males.. Ready now to Run.

Risk Run. Males Chase.

[Vergess]

There were dangers in hunting near the human places. There were spears, and dragons, and most importantly, there were tamed whers. But, that was precisely why scarred-bronze kept coming back, skirting the edges of their territories. Because there were golds in the human places. And with so many of them, there were runs, and future mates, as well.

So it was that he crunched dutifully on the bones of a felled wherspot, swallowing feathers and tendons alike, when the cry reached him. It was the moment he had waited two months for. And with ichor staining his jaws and the occasional downy feather pasted to his legs, he tore towards the gold's cry, any concern about territory forgotten. The usual rules did not apply when there was a Run. And this time, he had come alone, smallest-green left far behind in the dense, safe jungles with their shared run.

He had nothing to worry about, beyond the gold's beauty, and the cries of his half-empty stomach. But it was better that way: he had only managed a few large mouthfuls of meat before his meal was interupted, left to the carrion eaters.

There were others there, again. But he ignored them once more. They were irrelevant, unworthy. They were well fed softlings unused to killing, fighting and claiming. But his blood-stained Queen, she was not like them. The bulging muscles an sharp talons, her swift legs and vicious teeth: they all spoke of a huntress to be feared and respected. And at any other time he would do so, but now was not the time of respect. It was the time of attack, and so he fell into the pack of chasers with a guttural growl, whipping his thick tail across the muzzle of a stupid blue that had dared try to join this chase.

Perhaps that would please her, the violence. Or perhaps it would upset her ,undermining her self-sufficiency. It didn't matter. He would win her regardless!

[Reakeda]

Outrage burned through Risk's veins and Lyrica hissed within their den in response. So few! And a blue dared to chase after her! He thought himself worthy! As she raced towards the river she took stock of the males presented to her. The wild bronze had potential...

Quickly she took her path weaving and darting between the trees, swerving around the the group, but she didn't stay there. This was just to ward off the slow of movement and mind. They were not worthy. And indeed, some had been to slow to realize that the terrain had changed from open ground to trees and roots and underbrush.. and had tripped or run into trees in their attempts to turn their bulk at the speed she used. Delight at the pain they suffered and ichor that would inevitably stain some of their hides thrilled through her. Only two, who should not have been in to begin with, were removed from the Run by thier clumsy injuries, but that would change.

As soon as she had led the pack back out onto open ground, she turned and faced them, bowling right through the center of the group before most had a chance to realize what was happening. The same blue Scarred Wild One had whipped thought he was strong enough, smart enough to end Risk's run early... The Gold raked her claws across the blue's side and belly without a thought, leaving him with ichor and guts oozing from the open wounds. The handler would be screaming, no doubt, as the blue jumped between. The action had cost her some, but the pleasure it brought was well worth the set backs.

It was clear any other such stunts would meat similar fates. Her claws raked at anyone or anything that got too close, often drawing ichor from her suitors. The scent of the fresh ichor only served to heighten her drive.. her need to run and mate.. But she knew she was beginning to tire and would need to choose soon.

(Not tooo late.... People can still drop whers in. NPC's are encouraged! More fodder for her claws. If you don't want injuries to occur to you wher let me know because my next post might include so PC ones if I get more posts. Feel free to claim unspecified injuries of those dumb enough to get too close to her. Also, feel free to claim that NPC blue )

[Vergess]

No, it would seem that he was wrong. This was no human-reigned gold, this was a wild, furious Queen, and she proved her beauty, her intelligence, her vicious power with a single swipe.

It was glorious, and scarred-bronze knew in the moment that the foolish blue's life ended, that the one called Lunestask had chosen that stupid human-bronze because she was not worthy of feral power. But this queen, this queen was perfect, and she would be his.

She had even led the pack away from the human places, into the wilds that he knew better than they. Almost as if to say her mind was made already. Some ignorant ones even managed to nearly kill themselves in their hast, showing no cunning and no fleetness of thought or foot.

Scarred-bronze was no hatchling fool, though. If she had killed once, she could do so again. And merely leaving the human-place territory was no sign that she had chosen him yet, that she would accept his advances. He had to wait, patient, had to run fast, and be ready when the moment came. She would grow tired, eventually.

And in that moment, she would acknowledge his superiority, by choice or by force.

[Reakeda]

Many had still gotten close enough that she had to inflict shallow, stinging wounds, but no more had been foolish enough to try to take her. It was obvious they valued their lives. A shame... The ichor had been intoxicating, but as she weaved through the trees and took them further from the Weyr and deeper into the wilds, she knew that the run would not last much longer.

She could feel the weariness creeping into her muscles. She wasn't ready yet.. She pushed further and when another thought take advantage of her weariness, it too lost its life...

The rush that the scent of ichor and the knowledge that she'd caused another death brough gave her another burst. It was just that though... A final burst of energy to get her a little further and then she was forced to choose.

A snarl escaped her throat at the weak offering she had been given as her mind pressed against each on individually, dismissing most immediately. Then she came to one. He'd run the entire time with her, near the front of the pack, but not near enough to incur her wrath.. and he knew better than to try take her early. He was stronger than the other weak fools. He would kill if necessary.. He was wild.

She slowed, kicking aside any who were in her way to reach her target. When she was side by side with the Scarred Bronze, without warning, she sunk her teeth into his shoulder, just deep enough to draw ichor and leave a fresh scar. She was marking him. He was hers. No other was worthy.