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Sixth Wher Hatching
Topic Started: Oct 11 2014, 12:48 PM (3,748 Views)
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Dennai: tag Avaia

The sheer excitement of the woman beside him threw a smile to Dennai's face. Her energy was infectious, and he felt more comfortable and self-assured already. Excitement buzzed about him now, completely overshadowing his fear, his doubts, if only for the moment.

Avaia, as she'd introduced herself, was almost literally bouncing, and Dennai felt the urge to move about himself. Winded in astonishment at this shift in his own demeanor, as well as the sheer cheer of the fellow candidate standing before him, he said, "I'm Dennai." His words came in a breathy laugh. "And yeah! I can't wait to see what's gonna happen!"

His gaze had landed on the assembled clutch on the sands at the end of his words, and turning back to Avaia, he saw that her attention had already shifted to another waiting holder. He didn't mind, though. The optimism and enthusiasm that she had gifted him kept him excited and happy enough. Dennai smiled at her continued cheer and then turned back to the eggs, rocking, momentarily, on his heels.

And then it happened. The big egg shook and broke and suddenly a bronze wher was stood in front of him, looking everywhere but to him pointedly. He was stunned. A Bronze? He'd...he'd bonded with a Bronze? A Bronze had chosen him? He felt honored. He felt shocked. He felt...strangely hungry.

Oh, that had to be-

Dennask hungry. And the self-named Dennask dipped his head into the bucket at Dennai's feet. Feed Dennask, Dennai.

It was clear that the boy was still dazed by all that was happening, but the wher's voice broke through his thoughts and snapped him back to the here and now. Or, well, it prompted the beginning of his return to the state. "Oh, yeah, sure!" he said with a shake of his head. And Dennai kneeled by the young Bronze. "Sorry about that."

He reached in to help Dennask, but Dennask merely dipped his head back into the slop, as if all he had been waiting for was permission. The Bronze ate hurriedly, messily, causing the slop to overflow at the top of the bucket and mar Dennai's clothes.

The chill of the mess prompted a slight gasp out of the wherling, and for a moment he went rigid. Dennask seemed to notice that he'd caused his handler some discomfort. His messy face popped back out of the top of the bucket, and for a while, the Bronze merely stared at the boy. Finally, he said, Dennask very hungry.

It seemed to be said in way of apology, and all Dennai could manage to do was laugh. It started slowly as if the actual sound was hesitant to come to the surface, held up by surprise. But eventually, it, like the slop, bubbled over.

Dennask didn't really entirely understand what was funny, but he felt the need to add, Dennai still smell good. And then he returned to eating, making sure to do so in a somewhat less vigorous manner than before. It helped that his hunger was slowly being satiated.

This, also, was something that Dennai had not minded. He didn't care about the mess on his clothes. He'd have the chance to wash them and he had other pairs. But staring at his wher eating contentedly at his side was just...surreal. His wher. The words felt so strange to think. It was then that he really took stock of the fact that his hand hovered just above the Bronze's head. But it held in place.

As if sensing Dennai's hesitation and unsureness, Dennask pulled his head from the bucket again - but only slightly this time, just so that he could look Dennai in the eye, his own whirling a tranquil and happy blue. You can touch, said the voice at the boy's mind. Dennask would like Dennai to touch.

Slowly but surely his hand came back to life and made its way to the wher's wrinkly head. He scrunched at Dennask's face in a way that made the wher purr as he continued to feast. This would certainly take some time to get used to. But he was sure to enjoy the newness all the same.

Still fussing over his own wher's face, he watched as the goldish brown Avask approached Avaia. He gave a huge open-mouthed smile at the interaction taking place just a few feet away.

Sensing the spike of emotion from his handler, Dennask raised his head and looked to the other pair. Suffice it to say that the wher was more indifferent than Dennai when it came to, at least, this subject, and without a word he lowered his head back to the previous task.
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To be perfectly honest, Tyrnan hadn't expected to be picked for a wher egg. Sure, he was fascinated by the creatures and liked their terrifying features and rough lifestyle, but he didn't have the most stellar of performance reviews from previous chiefs. They always gave positives when it came to hard work. Tyrnan always got the job done, but he didn't keep his mouth shut when it came to his displeasure. Getting into fights, having..."problems" with authority, and apathy toward advancement were only a couple of the negatives.

Imagine his surprise then when the Masterminer of Vaioa had informed him that he'd been found suitable among the current wher candidate volunteers to receive an egg from the current clutches. Something he should have been doing was thinking about what he'd do if he ever got a wher. Now he had precious little time to actually think about that.

One thing he did know. He didn't want to be a miner anymore. Little late to be changing crafts, but oh well. So long as it kept Tyrnan out of the mines, he'd be anything he could be with a wher, so it was a sharding good thing that he'd taken up the nocturnal life.

The call went out that the hatching would begin, and Tyrnan, for once, decided not to show up late. Well. Too late.

Dressed as sturdily as he ever was, Tyrnan joined the other selected Candidates to pick up his egg. It was lumpy and warm and rocking, and Tyrnan took it off to the side along with the bloody mush that would be the hatchling's first meal. Now. Would this end up like the first wher hatching he'd attended? Would this hatchling be displeased with him and attack? Tyrnan banished that memory and instead sat with his egg, watching it closely as it started to rock. Other eggs around him hatched, but he didn't care. He had his egg. He'd make sure it bloody well hatched properly.

Too bad that didn't happen. When did anything ever go to plan?

The tapping from inside the shell seemed to pause, and Tyrnan lifted his head, one hand poised over the shell. Except something resumed inside, and Tyr felt his pulse quicken further, and his breath caught as a split formed and something slashed from the inside of the shell. Out tumbled a wine red hatchling that flailed its limbs in the air. No. Not its. His. Bloods were male.

Hunger. Tyrnan felt hunger and frustration and desperation. Not his own. He'd eaten first, wasn't frustrated--well, not with the hatching--and certainly wasn't desperate for anything except a change of profession. With this wher...

Fuaw! Bad things! No work! the tiny creature cried, paws and tail and wings scrabbling in the air and in the sand. Help Tyrsk! Tyrsk broke!

Not the strong fighting beast Tyrnan always thought of when he thought of whers. This blood was round and fat and uncoordinated. His color was extraordinary, though, reminding him of wine with a sunset shining through it. The blood continued to wail and writhe until Tyrnan finally came out of his shock. This was...not what he'd expected. A blue, a brown maybe, but not a blood. Not a gentle wher, a color known for its lack of killer instinct. Perhaps...

"Here, Tyrsk," the hardened fighter said softly, for once not inclined to curse as he gripped the blood's wings to his tiny fat body. With a grunt--the wherling was a lot heavier than he looked--Tyr helped roll the blood to his belly. Tyrsk warbled and grumbled until he was safely on his belly, legs sprawled to all sides.

Whew. Tyrsk not broke no more. Tyrsk's fix! he said happily, cracking his maw and "smiling" up at the man who had helped him. The man who shared his name. Now wasn't that special? Tyrsk decided then that the man was alright if he shared a name, so he warbled and chittered, scrabbling in the sand as he tried to get closer. No! Tyrsk still broke! he whined and flopped himself on the ground, giving up.

"Yer not broke, just lazy," Tyrnan snorted, pulling the bucket closer so he could take care of the hunger he felt from the wher. Odd. No one had prepared him for what the bond would feel like. Like part of him had gone raw, was overly sensitive. He hoped it didn't stay that way.

No. Tyrsk broke, the blood was certain, even as he opened his mouth for the handful of mush Tyrnan plopped on his tongue.

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Sawyl stood in front of his assigned egg with the bucket in his hand. Blue hues never left the rocking egg before him because nothing else mattered. Everyone was forgotten at this very moment because the only thing that matter was the creature confined in the shell. One foot tapped against the ground rather impatiently as he waited for his wher to break shell. To come forth and be ready to terrorize the world with him. He just knew the two would be an unstoppable duo.

He leaned closer once the sound of racking claws touched his ears. The wherling was fighting to break free. 'Come on just a little harder. Sawyl did his best to project his thoughts to the egg the best he could. He wasn't even sure if the wher could hear him. Could they hear the thoughts of those they didn't bond with right off the bat? He wasn't sure, but luckily he didn't have to wait long as a blue limb punched through the shell.

He releases a breathe he didn't know he was holding. A blue limb. Not a blood. Not a useless defenseless wher was given to him. Sawyl visibly relaxed as a smile curled on his lips. As the blue burst free from his prison Sawyl watched with a growing interest. Watched every movement the blue made. Every twitch it's body gave. He was more then pleased as the wherling's face contorted in a snarl as it calculated the threats around him. Already he proved to be a fighter, something worthy of sharing his name.

It was when the intrusion of another's mind breached his own did the hunger caused his own stomach to twist and ache. Subconsciously Sawyl's free hand gripped at his stomach as if he could push the pain away. Sawyl! his name echoed inside his mind as he looked at the blue. Blood red hues whirled as the wher licked his chops and took a sure step forward.

Then the blue lurched forward, claws racking at Sawyl's legs as he stood on his hind legs eyeing the bucket and then meeting Sawyl's eyes. Mine now. he growled out. Sawyl chuckled and all who knew the harden man knew it didn't happen often. If ever really, but the sound was pleasant enough to the hears. He crouched down and tilted the bucket an offered the bloody contents to his wher. Sawysk fed now.

"Eat your fill Sawysk. You deserve it." Sawyl took a tender tone, one that was only meant for his bonded alone. A tone no other would be gracious enough to hear him speak to them. "We have lots of work to do."

Sawysk lifted his head out from the bucket as blood smeared across his muzzle and neck. Work later. Fed now. he snarled as he plunged his gnarled head back inside the bucket.
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Avaia - Tag Dennai

The man's face had morphed into a smile along with Avaia's excitement and she found herself beaming even wider because of it. Dennai, he called himself. She didn't have the chance to converse with him more before a wiggling egg was set before her along with a bucket of... something quite foul. She almost stopped breathing when the egg began to crack. Was this real?

Wherlings spilled onto the sands all over, bonding to their new handlers and keening. It was so different from a firelizard hatching, so much more thrilling and nerve-wracking. She didn't realize she'd started holding her breath until at long last her own egg broke open. The little wher inside didn't move for a moment, seeming to take in his surroundings before his gaze locked with hers.

There was nothing that could describe the feeling of his mind settling into hers. It was so different from Apa, so aware and gentle. He approached her and she marveled at his handsome coloring, her heart pounding. Hunger swept over her, so intense she thought she might faint from it, and she carefully lowered to her knees as the sweet little creature bumped against her bucket. He seemed so frustrated by it and she couldn't help the little giggle that slipped free. But then he looked up at her and she melted, just before his voice slipped through her mind.

Avvvvv…. Avvvvvaaaaaa… Avvvvaaaaa feeeeeeeed, he begged.

"Of course! Here!" She set the bucket on the ground and the little brown looked from it to Avaia's lap. Deciding her legs would give him a better vantage, he scrambled into her lap and then stuffed his head into the bucket to gorge.

She couldn't believe this was real. She had impressed and there was a tiny wher on her lap, eating the slop messily. Her wher. Whers took the names of their handlers, right? So what was he...? Avask. He lifted his head and peered back at her, burbling happily, and then stuffed his head back in the bucket.

"Avask..." she repeated, awestruck, and gently ran her fingers over his little wings. He didn't seem to mind the touch, so she smoothed her palm down his back. He wiggled in content and she grinned, so wide her jaw hurt, looking up.

Dennai was next to her, with a handsome bronze and a smile on his face. She laughed, stroking Avask absently as he fed. "I can't believe it," is all she managed to say. Words would not suffice. She was sure Dennai could understand as well.
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Happy and joyful as Dennai was, nerves edged back upon him. Dennask's arrival had provided nothing but elated excitement, and that he was a Bronze - that a Bronze had chosen him, had, of course, played a part in that. But his worries about just what he was meant to do now and what he would become were quickly returning.

It was surprisingly lucky for him, though, that he had Dennask in attendance for this. So confident in himself and his handler was the bronze wherling that he did not have to think twice on the matter at all. In fact, he didn't even lift his head from the bucket of slop to answer. Dennai will do whatever he wants to do. He will do it good. There was positively no doubt in the wher's mind. Dennai and Dennask can do anything.

Dennai's smile returned in full and he gave another affectionate smoosh and squeeze to Dennask's wrinkly hide. When Avaia spoke, his smile widened, and he whispered - barely more than mouthed the word "Congratulations" so as to not ruin the moment between the new pair beside him.

Dennai had been in much the same state of incredulousness. Whenever he took the time to really think about the situation, he found himself nearly knocked over in disbelief. A wher hatching was not quite like a dragon hatching. There was more certainty involved here. But still, he was shocked to be in this position, and he was glad that he was not the only one affected as such.

The sudden increased surge of happiness that shot through him actually led Dennask to raise his head. Snout an utter mess from food, he snapped his powerful jaws contentedly to rid his mouth of any slop that had not yet made its way down his throat. At this time, he made no move to clean the rest of his face, seemingly not realizing that it was marred in the first place.

He looked at Avaia and Avask, though, inquisitively. Who girl? asked Dennask.

"That's Avaia," said Dennai. "She's a new friend. She was waiting to bond just like me."

Dennask's gaze flecked up to his handler and then back to the brownpair. Waiting to bond? he echoed. Again, he followed the same focus switch movement. Watching Avaia dote on Avask and Avask happily feeding in Avaia's presence, Dennask concluded that this venture must have been as successful for them as it had been for he and Dennai. Must be happy, said the wher, sounding sure of himself. His gaze once again jumped to his handler. Dennai happy.

As if this were even a question that needed to be posed. Dennai's brows furrowed, out of complete confidence and certainty, and he laughed. "I am totally happy."

Was not question. Dennask knows! And with that, the bronze wher gave Dennai a good and gleeful headbutt to the chest. His whirling blue eyes stared up to the boy, enamored and admiringly. Dennask happy too. Happy just like good-smelling Dennai!
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It happened in the space of a blink.

His eyes screwed themselves shut as the wher's consciousness barged into his head, like a nail being driven into a board. He didn't consciously try to resist, but Tosk just barreled in past whatever defenses his unguarded mind might have tossed at her. She flared in his mind like the shrill cries of brassy harper instruments, loud and bright and incredibly hungry.

He'd been bonded to an adult wher before, and the bonding itself had not been this intense. But Tosk was thrumming with fresh life and unconquerable energy, and for the short moment where all of her focus was trained unwaveringly on him it felt like someone had sliced him in half in order to get a good look at his insides. Thankfully she was quickly diverted to the slop bucket he held, clawing at it as fury rang in their skulls.

He lifted it up higher out of her reach, bending down to place one large palm on the crown of her head so that he could push her gently to the ground. Tosk splayed out on her belly, and as she snarled like wrath incarnate Tosst could feel the brimming confusion swimming in her baby-brain.

"I will give this to you when you're not behaving like a feral beast," he said, aware that she really only understood about a fourth of what he was saying. But Tosk grasped 'no food' well enough, and rocked back to seize his hand in her mouth, chomping and squalling ferociously. She got a swift bop to the snout for her troubles.

The little grey completely paused everything she was doing, her brain fizzling out at the gentle swat. While she was distracted (and being still and quiet) Tosst swiped some of the bloody gruel out of the bucket onto his finger and popped it into her mouth.

"You'll get more if you stay quiet," he grunted, and the wherlet acquiesced, yawning her maw open like a gaping hole so that he could oblige her.

She was not what he had been expecting. Another bronze had been his hope, really, but perhaps that would have been...too painful. Tosst idly thought back to the day that Vaioa's wher troop had defended Varuesk, their only grey at the time. He'd been on her side, naturally, which now had new meaning. The last thing he wanted to be was a hypocrite, after all.

No think big ugly broke thing, Tosk suddenly jabbed into his mind, her jaws locking on to his hand. I wher now. Not it. Think me. No it.

He hadn't been thinking about Tossk on purpose, but even now as he stared down at her tiny face it was hard to keep the bronze out of his thoughts. But they were so different...perhaps that was a blessing after all. "I'll think about what I want to," he grumbled, and slopped more gruel into Tosk's mouth.
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