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TawnyAngel rolled 1 10-sided dice:
3
Total: 3 (1-10)
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 Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 4:22 am
Suitably embarrassed, and realising that another first-timer had just picked, Porthan straightened up and moved towards Natask. "Sorry," he muttered, giving a slight bow to the handsome gold. Now... choosing. Right. He'd never had to choose before, Porsk's egg had been the only one left when he was allowed to approach Araminsk. He'd come in with a plan but it had all gone out of his head a bit up close to the clutch.
Not a small egg.
A green would give him a huge advantage if he ever wanted to lead his own hunt but... well the idea kind of vaguely appealed but only vaguely. Trouble with a green was that he might be too big to ride it. Big egg then. Licking his lips Porthan crouched and reached out to touch the nearest largeish looking egg. It was... smooth; smooth, and it seemed to be welcoming him.
Well that settled that then.
Porthan carefully lifted the Mountain Peak egg, tucking it against his chest as he straightened up, bowed again for good measure, and backed off carefully. When he rejoined the others he noticed that his heart was racing and his mouth had gone dry, shards that had been a lot more nerve racking than when he'd approached Araminsk. Showing that to Feragall when his young friend was already nervous wasn't something that struck him as bright though so he flashed his friend a smile and a nod of encouragement; in the dim conditions of the cavern it would be hard to pick out of it was a bit of a strained smile.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 8:55 am
Natalya watched with bated breath as another Candidate approached – but, well, it wasn’t much of a secret that Natask favored females over males, in general. Apparently the rules for whers extended to humans as well, and she gave Shalira no more trouble than an appraising once-over before she chose an egg.
As with Kebarra, Natask reached down and nosed the More than Gold egg gently, perhaps bidding it farewell, perhaps just confirming her choice. But the big gold didn’t bother to linger, because another was already approaching the clutch.
Perhaps it was the fact that Porthan had just been reprimanded by her handler before selecting Mountain Peak. Or perhaps it was the fact that she’d just let three Candidates pass without much in the way of trouble. But Natask was growing more agitated, feelings of aggression and impatience creeping across the bond between handler and wher. Natalya frowned, crossing the cavern to lay a hand on her wher’s shoulder, stilling the gold instantly. Natask wasn’t pacing anymore, no longer circling the remaining eggs protectively, but there was still a glint of something fierce and dangerous in the mother gold’s eyes.
“Best move on quickly,” she called to Feragall.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 9:13 am
Feragall did step forward, putting his best into a handsome bow (even if he was acutely aware that he was exposing the back of his head to a creature much bigger then even a runner), his right leg drawing back with a shuff of sand. He raised his head, murmured what might have been a ‘Faranth help me’, and took a slightly hesitant half-step forward with his eyes moving from Natask to the starry-egged shell that sat to one side of the clutch. Stars could only be a good omen, right?
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 9:33 am
Stars were not, apparently, a good omen for Feragall after all. Not where Natask was concerned.
The quelling hand on Natask’s shoulder had no power to physically restrain her. Nonetheless, in most circumstances, Natalya’s presence and her force of will alone would be enough to remind the gold that the two of them were meant to act as one unit. Natask’s enemies were Natalya’s enemies, and vice versa.
Not today. Today the protective instincts of a brooding mother gold outweighed all other concerns.
Natask coiled her haunches under her as the last Candidate stepped forward, watching unblinking as he bowed before her. When he took a half-step forward, she surged forward as well. Wings flared out to make her already imposing bulk even larger, she placed herself directly between the clutch and the last Candidate. Then – with Natalya’s sharp warning cry of “Natask!” ringing in her ears, she lunged like a striking tunnelsnake, snapping her massive jaws at him.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 10:08 am
Feragall fell backwards in his haste to not be there where the wher was, landing on his arse and hands and scrabbling backwards as fast as he could. Where he had been bright red before, now he had gone even paler then normal, all the blood draining out of his face. One moment it had looked like it was all going to be okay, and then teeth! So many teeth!
Those teeth had been way too close to his face, and… and okay, he hadn’t peed himself, but he would admit in the privacy of his own head that it had been a close run thing. That he would never have been able to live down.
Oh, shaffit. He’d shaffed up. Again.
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Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2014 7:58 pm
Lucky Feragall. Smart Feragall. Hitting the ground and scrambling away was probably the only good option he had, in those circumstances.
Natask let out a thundering roar in his wake, but made no move to pursue, instead returning to her handler’s side with a satisfied air to her stride. The gold had made her point, and her patience for the day was run dry.
“Right,” Natalya said, and her voice was calm and controlled as if her wher hadn’t just possibly attempted to rip a Candidate’s face off. “Congratulations, those of you with eggs – take them with you, keep them warm, listen to your squiremaster’s instructions. I’ll be checking up on you all shortly.”
And that, as they said, was that. She'd sort out proper homes for the remainder of the eggs later.
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