On Your Own [Virika/Virisk]

[PhazonDragon]

Despite the fact that the brown wher had caused the injury to his chest, Keltisk wasn't about to push the wher away. He had been constantly at his bedside, only leaving to sleep during the day, but moments after the sun set, the brown was back and eagerly licking his hand. Through all of that, Keltin couldn't help but feel anger towards the wher... And at the same time, he couldn't kept himself, famished and rushing to get the food at his feet. Not to mention that Keltisk was the only one who visited him while cooped up in the infirmary. That was the downside of being the new kid on the block. No one knew his name.

Placing his hand to his chest, Keltin paused to take a deep breath. He balled his fist up, clenching the shirt's fabric between his fingernails. The infernal shirt. Getting in the way. He would have loved to take it off--he wasn't allowed to though. The gashes were healing over, but constant movement opened the wounds, and it was a slow process. Giving the thought a little snort, Keltin started walking again, taking his time to reach the feeding pens. Ahead of him, Keltisk happily bounced, though his dark body was hard to see in the limited light of the night. Was the wher still there...?

Here! You there! I see, the brown's voice entered his mind, perhaps a bit forcefully, and continued to trot away, though not without a backward glance towards the young handler.

Great. Good to know you're still there. Taking his time, and breathing slowly, Keltin finally made it to the feeding grounds, and with a long sigh, leaned forward on the fence. "Haaah..." he breathed, clutching at his chest. Tsk, the area stung and itched. Worn out, the wherling turned around to sat on in the dirt, his back resting on a post. He flung his head back, and screwed his eyes shut, letting out a low moan. What he wouldn't give to have I'nao nearby... Always the supporter, and always willing to help him out of his clothes. Keltin chuckled, a soft noise that quickly escalated into a hacking cough. "That's the last time I do that," he murmured once he had managed to get his fit under control. Keltisk? You there? wondered Keltin, since the are had gotten eerily quiet.

Hunting. Searching. Hungry, came the wher's reply.

[FaizahPandora]

Virika followed behind her little green to the feeding grounds. Virika smiled at the way Virisk was walking. The equivilant of a "blueblood" as they were referred as. Gracefully and with poise, her tail up the air slightly and hide gleaming from a bath and oiling earlier that day. Except Virisk wasnt snobby like bluebloods.

Virikamine! There is someone ahead...

Virika looked ahead and, without a doubt a person was there. He was leaning against the fence post. Virika called out a greeting.

"Hello there!"

[PhazonDragon]

"Hello there!"

The unfamiliar voice rang in his ears, and Keltin cracked open an eye. His eyes adjusting to the dark, he could make out the basic outline of someone one their way towards him. "Hello," he responded shortly, raising his head and opening both eyes. Keltin lifted an open palm in greeting as well, though he belatedly figured the other person wouldn't be able to see it. "Ah, who do I have the pleasure of talking to?" Keltin shifted, crossing his legs and sitting up straight--or as straight as his sore back allowed him to.

Seeing through facetted eyes, Keltisk didn't lay much attention to what was happening to his handler. Bright patches of heat littered his vision; the sleeping forms of helpless beasts. The brown growled playfully, and crept around the outside, taking his time in picking one out. He wasn't too adept at this, since Keltin had ordered for food to be brought to him, as opposed to going hunting. What more could a bed-ridden handler do anyway? As a croon built up in Keltisk's throat, he prowled forward, hungry red eyes turned on the single form of a sheep closest to him. Talons outstretched, Keltisk pounced, only to tumble and land on the patch of flattened grass where his prey once was.

[FaizahPandora]

Virika smiled as she approached and saw his open palm greeting. "Im Virika Pandora, handler of green Virisk. You are?" she asked politely. She went to his left side and took a seat on the fence rail.

i go hunt now. Virisk stated as she crawled under the railing and into the pens. She focused her hungry attention on a small chicken.

Virika smiled and nodded at her green. She watched as the wher prowled the chicken without losing that upperclass grace Virika was becoming used to seeing.

[PhazonDragon]

She, called so by the distinct female pitch in her voice, introduced herself as Virika Pandora. A relative of Weyrwoman Faizah, no doubt. So many Pandoras at Rocky Weyr. Oh, and she had a green wher. Virisk. "Keltin. I'm Keltin, and my brown, Keltisk, is out in the pens right now, unsuccessfully hunting a sheep. Dim-witting thing..." he commented dryly, nodding slowly. The green wherling came to sit next to him, on his left, and Keltin stiffened. Why...? Just, sitting? His head fell backwards again, and at the same time. Keltin's hand fell to his side, while his eyes closed. "Wait!" It clicked. "Virika, from the wher hatching. Of course. I know who you are. Sorry--the dark makes it hard to see."

What? That was stupid. The dark makes it hard to see. No shardin' way! "... You know what I mean. You're a wher handler after all," Keltin attempted to correct himself, though he gave up before the sentence left his lips. "You're here with your wher? I doubt you would come to the feeding pens in the middle of the night to see who was visiting." Formalities aside, and considering Virika was now sitting on the fence, Keltin found it easy to rest his body against the post again. Keltisk, you'll get it. Just don't be so loud. Though... They are sleeping. Can't be too hard to catch one.

At Keltin's suggestion, Keltisk snorted in disdain. I fine. Self. He could use the instruction, but as young as he was, the brown was dedicated to figuring this out on his own. Pushing himself upright, and crushing blades of grass under his claws, Keltin inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of freshly-ground grass. A tangy smell with a distinct taste. The wher purred. His short attention span was soon claimed by the green wher entering the pens, and tracking a chicken. He watched the heat signature of the green, but his mind tugged him away from Virisk, and towards the food trying to run away from him.

[FaizahPandora]

Virika laughed as he stumbled through his sentence. "Yeah. My Virisk is your Keltisks sister. Although I doubt they care about such things." Virika said.

She looked behind her to see the two whers hunting. Virisk was easier to see due to her bright coloring, but brown Keltisk was a different matter. He was only visible to her through his movements.

Hot. Good.[/color] Virisk told hers.

Virika noticed the green had caught the chicken, and was keeping her body betwee her kill and her brown brother. Virika sighed at the whers antics.

[PhazonDragon]

Blushing, Keltin's head fell forward to look out into the darkness. Virika laughed. He pursed his lips together, biting at at the inside of his cheek. "Yeah," he quickly agreed, now trying to chew on his tongue. "Whers don't really care about that. Dragons are the same way. They'll Fly anyone that catches their eye. Whers are the same way." At that sentence he stopped talking. It only dawned on him that his brown would be Chasing both greens and golds in little over a Turn. For all Keltin knew, the wher would Chase his own sister. And then again, would he remember that fact as he's galloping after the shining wher that caught his fancy?

In the middle of stalking the elusive sheep, Keltisk raised his head and stared at his handler. The wher's blue-red eyes pierced the darkness like a beacon, and he sought out the heat that came from His. Sister? he asked, pacing on the spot like a nervous horse. Where is?

Here. But eat first. Don't go looking for her, and that's an order... Eat first, you dimglow, Keltin urged the brown wher. He rolled his eyes and sighed. "Whers... Why did I ever think I should bond with one? Should have went for a dragon. Definitely. Then I--augh no. Whers are good. Yes," he muttered, not caring if Virika decided to listen in to his internal conflicts. "But listen to me... What am I worried about...?" Keltin cleared his throat and tugged at his collar again. "Argh! You won't mind, right?" he asked the other wherling, though instead of waiting for an answer, Keltin was already pulling the light-colored fabric up and over his head, exposing his bandaged chest to the cool air outside. "Much better." He rolled the tunic into a ball and placed it in his lap.

[FaizahPandora]

Virika arched a brow as her fellow wher handler seemed to struggle with his words. However, she winced when she saw the still healing wounds on his chest. "Did Keltisk do that?" she asked quietly.

Virika remebered with perfect clarity the mauling that had occured at the hatching. She just hadnt realized it was that bad. Virika shivered inwardly, glancing at her precious green, then back at Keltin. That could have been her...

Brother?

Virika nodded, but did nothing else. If the green wanted to see her brother who was she to stop her curiousity. Virika just shrugged when the green went back to her chicken carcass.

[PhazonDragon]

He grunted at Virika's question. "Yeah, Keltisk did that. You were there. You know. He got excited, and wanted to get at the food that I had." The wherling shrugged, wincing as he did so. Gingerly, Keltin reached up and touched the bandage, his fingertips touching the damp gauze. He was bleeding through it again... His tunic was probably ruined too, though he couldn't tell in the dark. "Anyway," he muttered, staring blankly out into the darkness.

Yes... Eating. The wher had turned away from watching His, and was now crawling forward, his eyes set on the sheep from before. Now determined and concentrating, the brown wher crooned softly, licking his lips. Once he thought himself ready, he leapt, talons extended, and pinned the sheep to the ground with a short bleat. Hungrily, he dove into the sheep while it was still living, happily listening to it's dying squeals. Good. Tasty and warm, the wher finally complimented the fallen creature.

At least he finally caught something to eat. You can go find your sister now, if you care, Keltin said in an exasperated manner. "What happened after--after I left?" he asked, tilting his head to get a look at Virika, though he kept forgetting the gesture was in vain. He couldn't see much in the dark. "What eggs hatched, and who did the whers bond to? I never got a chance to ask, and Keltisk was too stubborn to leave me to ask."

[FaizahPandora]

"A blue impressed to Garrik. A bronze to Guin. A green chose wild and Iggent almost killed her before Faizah stopped them. Apparently the government wants to observe the wild whers." She explained. She thought for a little longer before sighing. That was the full clutch.

Virika watched Virisk down another chicken.

((Crap. i know. epic fail post.))