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Assertions of Dominance [Tag: Rosk/Rosin]; Early Winter 1264, Late Nighttime
Topic Started: Jul 6 2015, 08:10 PM (535 Views)
TheCheeseWhiz
Mother of Whers
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Mask was used to being the biggest wher in the pack. In Teresk's pack, he had towered over the others. Why, even the great black alpha had been just a little shorter than him, thanks to his long legs. He would never have dreamed of starting something with the savage leader of the bandit whers, but it had been nice to know that he'd had the advantage of height. Now, the tide had shifted. This new pack had another bronze that was Mask's equal in size, and that just would not do. From the moment that he had left his holding pen with the agitating Puff-Puff, Mask had noticed Rosk. He had smelled him first. Then, the day after he had settled into the wherhandlers' barracks, he had seen him for the first time. He had not been pleased.

While he was sure that he was still a smidgen taller than the other bronze, Mask was intelligent enough to feel threatened. He trusted that feeling; his gut had never lied to him before. Rosk was a threat. A danger to his new cushy life at the top of the food chain (even if his own "squad" was led by a blue, Mask chose to see himself for what he thought he was: Alpha). Now there was another alpha threatening his place in the hierarchy. So he did what any self-respecting rogue wher would have done in his stead: he asserted his dominance.

It began with little growls and glares, common enough in a place full of territorial war-beasts. Slowly, too slow for his Puff-Puff to catch onto, Mask escalated the level of his assertions. Growls became full-blown snarls, glares became aggressive posturing and flared wings. It all culminated one night as Mask and his Puff-Puff returned from their "fighting" practices. If it could even have been called that. Mask was unimpressed by the lack of ichor.

The bronze had wandered in ahead of his handler, who was lost in her own head. Unreachable, even. Not that he minded. She was just insurance, to keep him in this comfortable life. He, too, was contentedly minding his own business when he saw Rosk coming down the hall towards him. Dislike flared inside of him, and he subconsciously raised his head higher, stretching his legs to their full length. The blue of his eyes melted into blood red, and, as he drew nearer, he swerved right into the other wher. Watch where go, tailfork.


Wherpairs:
Malaika & Mask || Grevor & Grevosk || Ara & Arask || Skeiron & Skeisk

Dragonpairs:
K'lien & Lyeloroth || T'lia & Riftith || A'lem & Axelath || G'ist & Kormoranth || Iradin & Leoth || Ashwyn & Taryth || Danera & Vaesth || Luca & Emmeth || N'ik & Ferrivoth || T'vel & Eazarth || Evesa & Seriath || K'ai & Rynith || Toray & Itnalath || Ismene & Istoth

Unbonded:
Deklan || Eana || Malakin || Tiberis || Vosamlye
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EbonyDusk
Timetraveler~
Rosin and Rosk had managed to become comfortable with each other to the point Rosk could openly relax around his own handler. And by relax, it means he'll actually show emotions beyond: 'I big', 'I strong', 'I boss'. Rosin even got him to 'laugh' a few times. Which mentally sounded booming and felt as if your brain was rattling in your head from it. Physically he sounded like he were growling and snorting at the same time. On top of that Poff, the little darter, was still healthy and strong thanks to their care. They were a team. At last. Though Rosk still acted and felt he was the 'leader' of said team, Rosin didn't really mind. Rosk really was the powerhouse of the group. Took charge when Rosin couldn't.

Now, with their stronger bond, came Rosk letting Rosin in on how it felt being a wher as big as he was. The bits of stress it took to appear in control, like a real leader should be. But that also came with other whers trying to show him up. Rosk didn't really play into the whole 'threaten everything to make them listen to him' deal. He didn't want to be feared. He wanted respect. So most other whers that tried to snap, growl, snarl, or anything else...got ignored. At least he tried to ignore them. Rosin knew that sometimes Rosk felt the urge to tear into some wher that thought they were big and bad and tried to start something. But his big bronze held back. Which he was proud of.

There was one wher though that seemed incredibly persistent in his attempts to show dominance. Rosk ignored every one of them though. He'd barely give the other bronze a glance before moving on. Even as the assertions became more obvious and aggressive, Rosk just didn't care. Sure, most would probably feel threatened by the presence of another big ol' wher throwing his weight around. But Rosk saw no point. HE knew he was bigger, stronger, and smarter. HE was happy with where he was. For once. Even if he wasn't a true leader yet, he would be. Soon. One day. Even Rosin was starting to believe it too. WHich was a fantastic accomplishment in Rosk's eyes.

One day Rosin, Rosk, and Poff were walking down the halls to get some food. They'd washed up after training and Rosk felt pretty sharding good with his hide all oiled and scrubbed. Poff even got some cleaning too. Feathery fur all fluffy and shiny! Rosin even took a bath too. They earned it. When Rosk spotted the other bronze he didn't bother paring him more than a head bob. Then was back to looking straight ahead with little Poff sitting on his hump. The sudden swerve of the other wher made Rosk react on reflex. He jerked to keep from hitting him and Rosin jumped to keep from being run into too.

"Whoa! Watch it you-" Rosin was tired of the other bronze constantly trying to start things. He was ready to give it and its handler a piece of his mind. But Rosk let out a loud grunt. Making it clear that Rosin needed to keep quiet and let him handle it. He spoke to Rosin but projected his words for them all to hear.

No bother. Not worth trouble. We go eat now. He turned to look dead at the other bronze with his eyes swirling a mix of blues and reds. Rosk didn't like anyone that put his handler or his Poff in danger. And if the other wher started a fight in such a small space that was exactly what could happen. Losing his two most precious things was not worth putting the other in their place. Move out way.
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TheCheeseWhiz
Mother of Whers
Rosk and his handler jerked to avoid Mask, and the darker bronze took a half-step back to survey his handiwork. He had yet to get a reaction from Rosk that he deemed "proper," and so he was very happy when the other wher's human automatically snapped at him. That was better than nothing, though he was eager to hear what Rosk himself had to say. Would this be the night that his efforts would be rewarded? Lips drawn back to reveal crooked teeth, Mask seemed to be smiling, and his huge eyes were narrowed in pleasure as he gazed expectantly at Rosk. Rosin wasn't given the time of day. He was not important, not in the grand scheme of things. Humans meant nothing. They were just...what was their word? Tools. Yes, tools.

The human stopped squawking when Rosk grunted, and Mask felt a brief twinge of annoyance and envy. If only his Puff-Puff was so easy to shut up. She wasn't afraid of him. If he had a human like Rosk's, his life would be so much easier. He had a feeling that Rosin would be easy to control, and fun to mess with.

The voice of the other wher interrupted Mask's internal musings. His body had been as aware as ever, prepared for an attack, but his mind had wandered. Now, it had returned to full vigilance as he met Rosk's gaze with a challenging glare of his own. The red in the other wher's eyes pleased him to no end. Finally, somewhat of the reaction he was looking for! Arching his short, thick neck, Mask continued to grin his death-smile at the other bronze. The other wher's words went right through him without causing harm. Mask knew that he was worth the trouble. He also knew--hoped, really--that he was getting under Rosk's skin. Muscles locked, and the bronze formed a solid wall right in the middle of the corridor. Sorry. But Mask no want to move. His tone was anything but apologetic.


Wherpairs:
Malaika & Mask || Grevor & Grevosk || Ara & Arask || Skeiron & Skeisk

Dragonpairs:
K'lien & Lyeloroth || T'lia & Riftith || A'lem & Axelath || G'ist & Kormoranth || Iradin & Leoth || Ashwyn & Taryth || Danera & Vaesth || Luca & Emmeth || N'ik & Ferrivoth || T'vel & Eazarth || Evesa & Seriath || K'ai & Rynith || Toray & Itnalath || Ismene & Istoth

Unbonded:
Deklan || Eana || Malakin || Tiberis || Vosamlye
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EbonyDusk
Timetraveler~
Rosin's whole body was growing tense as he watched the interaction. He trusted Rosk not to start a fight in the middle of the halls but the other wher...he looked like he WANTED trouble. Where was it's handler anyway? A wher with an attitude like his needed it's handler on him as often as possible. He hated to admit it but...he felt very uneasy around the once bandit owned whers. Many of them just felt untrustworthy. There were a few that were harmless and just needed a firm hand to guide them. Ones like the bronze before them acted as if they were expecting an attack all the time. He almost felt sorry for them. As much as he wanted to just pushed past the wher and get him and Rosk out of there he stood back like Rosk wanted. Poff of course was showing how unhappy she was by puffing herself up as much as possible.

Rosk was the picture of control. He took deep, heavy breaths and his eyes had shifted back to a calm, steady blue. His muscles relaxed and he looked at Mask dead-on. He wouldn't be riled by the brute. He wouldn't be pushed into a fight that would get people hurt. Such fights were pointless and useless. He raised his head high as it could go considering his odd hunch and stood tall and proud.

I not fight. Fight only enemies. Stupid fights not worth time. I save strength for bigger t'ings. 'Bigger things' in his mind were the enemies like the bandits. Wild whers that attacked people in the desert. Things that truly let him prove himself. Silly tussles with a violent rockhead was a waste of his energy and time. Now...me asked nice. Now me tell. MOVE.
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TheCheeseWhiz
Mother of Whers
Mask was growing frustrated. Rosk was disappointing him. Rosk was nothing like the bronzes he'd known. Nothing like Esk, who was fun. He had hoped that the big bronze would be better than...this. Still, he wasn't letting his guard down. With his brains, he knew that he wasn't the only crafty wher around. Rosk could be faking his weakness, and then attack when Mask turned his back. Prancing a step back, then a step forward, Mask kept his grin in place. Rosk weak, then. No fight for alpha, no be alpha. Sad wher. Like dragon. Or prey beast. Should go to Weyr and be pet.

Speaking of pets.... Mask's gaze drifted to the puffed-up furball on the hump of Rosk's back. New interest showed on his lazy features. Why Rosk carry snack? Share with Mask? He knew that the thing wasn't a snack. He'd been observing Rosk, annoying Rosk, for too long. The wherry was Rosk's. A pet. It was disgusting. What kind of wher was this bronze?! He tried to picture Teresk carrying a bird around on his back. The image sparked a fit of laughter that echoed freely into the minds of those around him.

Including a very annoyed bronzehandler that had finally caught up to her charge. Malaika stopped a good distance behind Mask, narrowing her eyes. The pounding in her head intensified as she realized that she would have to deal with yet another one of his messes. "You didn't invite me to the circle-fardle, Bubbly Pie?" she drawled to catch his attention, suppressing a flinch when his head snapped around. He was exposing his vulnerable neck to Rosk. Rosk would...could... No. "What are you doing, you crackdusted excuse for an intelligent life form?"

Playing. Mask's ugly grin intensified.


Wherpairs:
Malaika & Mask || Grevor & Grevosk || Ara & Arask || Skeiron & Skeisk

Dragonpairs:
K'lien & Lyeloroth || T'lia & Riftith || A'lem & Axelath || G'ist & Kormoranth || Iradin & Leoth || Ashwyn & Taryth || Danera & Vaesth || Luca & Emmeth || N'ik & Ferrivoth || T'vel & Eazarth || Evesa & Seriath || K'ai & Rynith || Toray & Itnalath || Ismene & Istoth

Unbonded:
Deklan || Eana || Malakin || Tiberis || Vosamlye
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EbonyDusk
Timetraveler~
Rosk just gave Mask the closest thing to a look of pity as possible for a wher. The big boastful brute was really resorting to calling Rosk 'weak'? It wasn't going to work. Rosk had heard far worse from others. Mask's insults had the effectiveness of throwing pillows at a brick wall and it actually made the Bronze a little sad that Mask kept trying so hard. Why did some whers have to be such...idiots? Sure, he understood not all of them were as smart as he was. He could hope though. Some where clever of course. But not SMART.

No need fight for alpha. Already alpha. You sad one. Think dragon weak. Met big ones. Big ones strong, brave. Fight silver enemy in sky, risk death all times. Even prey beast have better brain than you. Rosk softly snorted. Rather live Weyr than live place with dumb rockhead. Despite some of his own insults thrown in his voice held no real aggression. He actually sounded almost sympathetic and disgusted with Mask. Rosk shook his head at the other and huffed. Rosin just stood by watching with a lot of pride in his bronze for handling the situation so well.

But Mask then made one bad mistake. He focused in on Poff. His words got the first real reaction from Rosk. The bronze's eyes burned a sudden bright red and he snarled at Mask. No one threatened his Poff! No one! Mask's laughter rankled him and Rosin grimaced. Rosin looked up to see Mask's handler finally arriving to the scene. The moment Mask turned his head toward his Handler Rosin could feel Rosk's mind kicking into gear toward a very nasty path.

'No! You're better than that. You know it! Don't let him win. It's what he wants.' Rosin said quickly and thankfully...Rosk listened. The bronze growled low in his throat but he didn't lunge. Instead he picked up a massive clawed paw and whacked Mask, HARD, on his exposed neck. Rosin groaned but at least Rosk didn't use his teeth.

That for being fardle head. He had learned that one from one of the older whers. Rosk almost felt naughty using it cause Rosin hated him using bad words. He looked at Malaika. Yours stupid. Try start fight. Me no fight, keep mine safe. Yours need tailfork whooped.

"Um...heh...sorry." Was all Rosin could think to say.
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TheCheeseWhiz
Mother of Whers
If the situation hadn't gotten out of hand so fast, if his agitating Puff-Puff hadn't distracted him and made him weak, Mask would have had a few choice remarks for Rosk. Remarks along the lines of, Mask no sad. Big ones weak. No fight humans. Scared. Wher no scared. Rosk fight prey beast, then Mask, if want compare brains. Unfortunately--maybe fortunately--he never got the chance to say anything along those lines.

One moment he was turning towards the Puff, ready to needle at her some more, and the next, a shock wave was reverberating through his entire neck, right up to his head. Mask swayed, stunned by the surprising impact. Whipping around, he glared at Rosk, all of the joy fading from his eyes, replaced by rage. And maybe, just maybe, there was approval as well. Perhaps Rosk was a worthy adversary after all. Still, he would lose any fight between them. Mask was alpha. Better.

You're STUPID! Malaika did not want to have to draw her sword on Mask. The thought sickened her, as repulsive as the wher was. He was awful, but he was hers. Sadly, all she had. And if you don't back down, you're going to be killed. Don't think otherwise. I wouldn't be able to help you even if I wanted to. STOP. Her attempt at a forceful voice was pathetic. Her mind quivered slightly, and was hardly loud. Yet, as she showed Mask memories of rogue, unmanageable whers that she'd met in the past, it seemed to be enough to make him stop and think.

The bronze did want to live. If only to cause trouble another day. He hissed, lashing his tail and stamping his feet like a toddler having a tantrum. Rosk hide behind humans. No true wher. If no humans, Mask destroy. Rosk and pet be gone-gone. He stepped back, a simmering mass of anger, hurt, and frustration. One could almost imagine seeing steam rise off of his hide, he was so visibly enraged.

Malaika loosed a pent-up breath, but her hand lingered on the hilt of her sword. She frowned at Rosin--scowled, really--and debated if she even wanted to acknowledge that he'd spoken to her. The mindhealers would give her shaffit if they found out that she wasn't at least trying to be "normal" and "civilized." Sighing heavily through her nose, Malaika shrugged. "Next time, be smart and stay out of his way." Stupid as he was, Mask had been right about one thing: if it weren't for humans, Rosk and his bird would have been in real trouble. So would you, she added to the bronze, before he got too smug.

Directing her next words to Rosk, she drawled, "Smart, not starting a fight. Wouldn't want to cause a scene." Why can't you be more like him?

Mask Mask. Not sad Rosk. Better!

Whatever.


Wherpairs:
Malaika & Mask || Grevor & Grevosk || Ara & Arask || Skeiron & Skeisk

Dragonpairs:
K'lien & Lyeloroth || T'lia & Riftith || A'lem & Axelath || G'ist & Kormoranth || Iradin & Leoth || Ashwyn & Taryth || Danera & Vaesth || Luca & Emmeth || N'ik & Ferrivoth || T'vel & Eazarth || Evesa & Seriath || K'ai & Rynith || Toray & Itnalath || Ismene & Istoth

Unbonded:
Deklan || Eana || Malakin || Tiberis || Vosamlye
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