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A Beast and Her Wher; [Standalone/Open]
Topic Started: May 27 2015, 11:11 PM (182 Views)
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"He's a brute, isn't he?"

With her mark-purse lighter, Eya had paid for the opportunity to bond one of the remaining whers from the killed or captured holdless. Her pulse quickened with adrenaline as she watched one particular creature, a bronze who'd been passed over for other, noticeably tamer creatures. As much as the fight thrilled her, even Eya stood back from the pen that caged this angry beast. The man standing with her, supposedly a guide who knew the whers' temperaments, stood well behind Eya and cleared his throat. His nerves drew a smirk.

"He should be culled, if ya ask me," he said, trying to sound brave. But his voice quavered, a slight tightening in his throat that raised his pitch and almost made the tone crack. No doubt, were she to turn, she would see his hands fisted or clasped around something. Perhaps a valuable piece of male anatomy to remind himself he was, indeed, a man and not the mewling boy who watched the lathered wher pace the pen.

"He's beautiful," was Eya's opinion. With his tattered wings and grey-scarred hide, the bronze was clearly a survivor. Though he paced, he kept a wary eye on the two humans out of his reach. Eya lowered her chin, leaned casually on her staff, and met that crimson gaze, an aggressive gesture. The bronze lifted his lip and snarled at her, rustling his wings to answer her challenge. What was going through his head? Probably the fact he couldn't let a human, let alone a female, challenge him. Did he wonder what she was doing? If she dared to truly challenge him?

"You're nuts if you want him," her "guide" told her, a little more fear in his voice this time. Maybe he was white as a sheet. If the bronze lunged, the man might piss himself. Oh, wouldn't that just make her day. Her smirk transformed into a smile, a reckless and dark one, as she took a step toward the pen. She'd seen the other beasts. Some were weak. Others meek. Still others acting like hatchlings despite the scars on their hides. None had called to her. She didn't need a charity case, some creature to rehabilitate from turns of abuse and pull out of its protective and reclusive shell. Those were for the soft-hearted. and Eya had seen plenty of those milling around the pens. They all stayed clear of the aggressive creatures like this bronze. The beast stopped pacing and snapped his teeth, a growl vibrating from his chest and through the soles of Eya's shoes. In all likelihood, he should probably be culled. No telling where his breeding lines led, and he'd likely never be tame.

He was exactly what she needed.

"What's his age?" she asked, still stepping forward, challenging the bronze's dominion. He didn't like it and lunged against the pen, all teeth and claws and bad temper. Yet there was intelligence there too, lurking behind the animal. Eya saw it when he watched her, examined her movements. No doubt he understood what the two humans were saying.

"Expect he's 2 or there abouts." Foots scuffled on the stone behind her, and she imagined the man shifting his weight. "Listen, if you're not interested in the others, we can work out a refun--lady!"

His shout came too late. Eya reached toward the pen slowly, her hand poised in mid-air. The bronze didn't disappoint. He lunged again, snapping his teeth mere inches from her fingertips. Had the bars been a little wider, she'd have lost her hand. The beast withdrew suddenly, yellow flecks in his eyes and a mewl in his throat. He coughed and shook his head. Eya's staff had struck true, directly under the beast's jaw and in the fleshy part of his throat.

"He's the one," she grinned, never taking her eyes from the beast as adrenaline made her breathe deep and fast.

"You're crazy."

"I've paid the fee."

"It's your life. No refunds if he takes off your arm."

She chuckled low in her throat, holding out her hand to see if the bronze would repeat. He didn't and instead lifted his lips in anger. So he was a cunning beast. A bit small and scrawny for his color, but he'd already figured out that her staff could hurt. She had no doubt he'd killed humans. Pretending to be indestructible, trying to teach him that humans were stronger, wouldn't work on him. She'd have to prove that she was stronger.

"Hello, you brute," she greeted fondly as the man unlocked the pen for her and she stepped inside. Slowly, warily, because now she was on the bronze's turf. And he knew it. His muscles tensed, and the vestiges of his wings flared. He turned to face her head on, his head down as if preparing to charge. His nostrils flared wide as he growled, but he wouldn't smell fear. Not that Eya wasn't afraid--she'd be a fool not to be--but her excitement and will forced her fear to the background. She spun her staff into both hands, and the clang of the pen door could be the nail in her coffin.

"They want to kill you, you know." She started talking, her voice calm and conversational. Oh yes, this wher understood her. His head tilted upward subtly, interested and slightly curious. Why would she, a fragile human, speak to him when he could rip her to shreds in two seconds and be done with it? That's why she had to talk fast. "You're dangerous, deadly. They think you're useless, just a mindless monster looking to kill." Was it just her or did the growl get a little quieter? "But you're not brainless are you?"

The question hung there, answered by neither human nor wher. Eya started to circle him but he forced her the other way. When he took a step, she saw why. He was injured on that side and wouldn't put that weakness on display. Like preparing for a duel, the pair circled the pen, both searching for a weakness. She must have piqued the wher's interest if he hadn't attacked yet.

"I like you, brute," she said at last, earning a snort from the bronze and a feigned lunge to her left. She feinted with her bowstaff and dodged away, pushing him back the other direction lest her staff strike his eye. "You're fast, smart, wild...all qualities I like in a male," she chuckled.

Human female weak, he rumbled, snapping his teeth and ceasing his circle. He drew himself up, head high and chest puffed. One bite. Dead. Dead human.

"It speaks! I almost thought you were mute, no better than a draybeast with claws."

That did the trick. The bronze lunged forward, barreled straight for Eya. The woman--perhaps stupidly--stood her ground and readied herself to strike. The wher roared and stopped directly in front of her, teeth inches from her head as he proved just how not mute he was. He wasn't at all bothered by the staff pressed into his chest, nor the knife beneath his jaw. Eya yelled in response, her own voice drowned by the wild bass of the bronze. Staring down the throat of the beast, Eya knew her life could end here, that all her climbing would amount to a footnote in a record about the idiot woman who challenged an overtly aggressive bronze and lost.

Her ears continued to ring after the wher ceased his roar, and her breath came hard. Crimson eyes glared into her, and she glared back, stalemated while something examined her mind. She felt the presence shove itself into her consciousness, a pristine violation that she fought.

"It won't be that easy," she snarled and pressed her knife's tip deeper into the soft and vulnerable flesh beneath the bronze's jaw. He rumbled and fought her, trying to shove her aside, but she'd had a wher before, and memory of Eyask was suddenly clearer than she'd let it be in many turns. His dying scream echoed, and she shoved away from the large wher, gaze dark while she regathered what he had stripped from her so easily.

Not Eyask, he snorted and seemed to relax. He took a step back and folded his wings, and no doubt a few blokes just lost a lot of marks for her survival. Lose Eyask.

"Stolen," she corrected hotly, still catching her breath as if she'd run for miles.

Think can control? Stupid.

She barked a laugh. "Not control. Aim."

Aim. His turn to snort.

"Fight with me," she offered, straightening and once again challenging his territory. His claws curled against the stone, and his tail lashed unhappily. The pain was sharp and hot. A sharp blade cut cleanly, and the wound on her palm bled from her clenched fist. This she also offered. A blood bond. It wouldn't be as strong as a hatchling's would be, as her Eyask's had been, but it would be stronger than without it.

Not Eyask, the bronze said again, stepping forward and deigning to sniff her bleeding hand. After a moment, he licked the wound, tasted the salt and metal of her blood, and found it to his liking. Will be Esk.

"Alright Esk," she agreed, wiping her knife clean on her pants and slipping it into its sheathe. Esk's presence settled into her mind, a slightly different place than Eyask's, and for the second time in her life, Eya felt the bond solidify as if it had always been. She dared rub his ugly muzzle with her bloody hand, but he jerked away from her touch and snarled. "I can take a hint."

Eya met her guide at the pen's gate and gave him a victorious smirk as he unlocked and allowed them out. He probably said she was crazy again. If he did, Eya didn't hear him. All she heard was the bronze's heartbeat and the ringing in her ears. Though he appeared docile as he exited the pen, the scarred brute seethed in Eya's mind and already tested her strength. She had her work cut out for her with this one. She welcomed the challenge.

Esk wasn't the only beast leaving his pen.

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