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 Posted: Tue May 26, 2009 6:01 pm
When T'ka had first impressed, she'd had a lot of thoughts. A lot of expectations. She had never expected, however, just how busy she would be. What with chores and lessons and Haanyath, she hardly had any free time! It was the late afternoon, and she'd already foregone lunch in favor of keeping her green outdoors. Haanyath wasn't a terribly large green, and was still small enough that she could squeeze into some of the indoor areas and hallways. This was obviously not a good thing, as there was hardly anything more unpleasant than trying to pass by a a very crabby and territorial green in a small hallway. So T'ka spent a lot of time convincing Haanyath to stay outdoors. Unfortunately, the best way to do this was to be outdoors herself. Hopefully Haanyath would grow a little more soon, or would give up on the idea of being an 'indoors' dragon; before she got into or caused any real trouble.
T'ka had just finished lessons. It had been only seconds since she was out the door. Already she was weaving through the hallways, trying to get outside. Haanyath was hungry, and T'ka wanted to get outside to be with her, before Haanyath got it into her mind to come inside and look for her human.
<> Haanyath demanded, moody as ever.
<> T'ka replied calmly, making her way briskly down the stairs, and out towards the feeding pens. <> she teased, though nicely. The answer to this was somewhat of a mental grunt. It wasn't long before T'ka was out in the sunshine though, she'd gotten quite good at getting outside in a hurry. She spotted Haanyath a dozen dragonlengths away or so, looking impatient, eyes swirling with yellow orange anxiety.
<> she declared, before turning and bounding over to the pen, not wanting to wait anymore for her human. It wasn't like she needed help! Haanyath knew she could do everything herself. She just wanted hers to see how good she was at catching the poor wherries.
In a deft hop-flap she cleared the enclosure barrier, much to the terror of the wherries. Haanyath had recently started making a lot of use of her wings, also to the beast's less than delight. Still, she kind of liked to chase them on foot a bit. Just to run them down. While Haanyath delighted in the chase, T'ka made it over to the fence to watch, leaning against the railing and watching with quiet amusement. Haanyath was a lot of trouble; and sometimes she was trying, but she was quite the character, and T'ka adored her.
Haanyath was hardly paying any attention to her bonded at the moment. There was food! She snapped at one of the enormous bird's heels. Unfortunately, Haanyath didn't have the longest legs in the world, stocky and low to the ground as she was, and couldn't run for very long. Thankfully, her wings worked quite well. In a quick little jump, she beat the air a few times and rose, not too high, only a dragonlength or so above the ground, hovering and chasing the wherries as she tried to pick out the biggest, strongest one. That would be her prey.
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Posted: Fri May 29, 2009 2:13 pm
Gh'lan was actually catching some much needed sleep for once. Tada was curled up on his chest, her trilling snores mimicking her Impressor's snit for snat, but Khunoth was wide awake... though obviously doing his best to appear asleep. His rider was nestled between his large forearms next to his head, and while he wasn't at his full growth yet, Khunoth was quite pleased with how big he was getting. Obviously, it was because he knew what to eat! Add in the seasoning of a baseless superiority complex, and you got Khunoth's favorite hobby aside from selecting poultry and resting...
Watching other dragons making fundamental mistakes with their own selections!
The ledge the trio currently rested on was a wide open one with little shade, but it did overlook the feeding pens, and being as hot as it was, Khunoth found he could keep it to himself for large portions of the day. As it was, Haayanth was hunting today, and while he had once decided this green was not as ridiculous as the rest of them, he wasn't entirely sure of the memory itself... only the resultant feeling.
Which also meant she should know a good wherry when she saw one, if she was rated so high in his estimation!
You are being silly Haanyath, whichever one you had been going for will now be second rate after being run around like that. A hot and sweaty wherry is hardly worth eating.
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Posted: Mon Jun 01, 2009 6:50 pm
Haanyath didn't break stride upon hearing her brother's voice. Rather, she ran faster, and smirked. As well as a dragon could smirk anyway. Haanyath had come a long ways from a hatchling; though the biggest change was in her vocabulary, her attitude had changed little. Now though, her insults were more thought out, she was more cunning. It didn't make her any easier to be around, unfortunately.
<> she informed, sounding very sure of herself even as she darted in for the kill. <cooking it. Wherry tastes best cooked in a broth of it's own sweat>> A forepaw darted out, tripping the beast she had selected. With a squak it fell to the ground, and she pounced, making quick work of the neck. She shrieked, a high, grating, hunting call. Primeval. Feral. Her blood stained maw only added to the image. Ignoring the terrified others, she set about to enjoy her kill right there, lying down gracefully and poised, even as she settled in to tear apart her meal. <> she teased.
T'ka, unaware of the exchange going on, could only wonder why she was picking up these few strange emotions from Haanyath. What was Haanyath thinking that amused her so? There was no telling with that green. "Haanyath, do you think it best to eat right there?" she called loudly, so that the green could hear her. Haanyath seemed to lack common sense sometimes, though other times T'ka wondered if Haanyath knew more than her. Seeing as Haanyath only paused in her eating to glance at her rider, T'ka could only reason that the green had no intention of moving. She sighed. That was Haanyath all right. She had brought T'ka out here just to watch her make a kill, and didn't really seem to want her company.
T'ka never regretted that she hadn't impressed a friendlier dragon though. She and Haanyath...they worked well together. They understood each other. That was all T'ka needed, more than she could ask for. She turned to leave, but she felt her dragon's eyes boring into her from behind. <> Haanyath commanded her. <>
Oh, so Haanyath brought her here so she could serve her. T'ka rolled her eyes, but smiled fondly as she turned around to watch her dragon from the fence. Independant, demanding, angry, fussy. T'ka loved her dragon. For reasons she suspected no one else could see.
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