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 A Heavy Truth, AU:18 {Ollisk's First Run!}
Zane
 Posted: May 23 2018, 02:47 PM
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Being a priderunner was certainly different from being a wherling, but it wasn't a bad different. He supposed, after all of this time, he had a purpose. Being a part of a pride meant that he belonged somewhere--or at the very least had been placed somewhere. Prideleader Oreanda had surprised everyone at Zelsk's hatch by impressing a bronze-sized blue. The sight of Oresk was shocking, to say the least, but Olli could hardly deny that he was a tad envious. He was very aware of Ollisk's station, not that he loved her any less. He hadn't expected to impress a bronze, or even a brown. No, he was most certainly a greenhandler (hence Ollisk). His wher was assertive, and opinionated, and unafraid. She was everything he wasn't and even wherlinghood had not changed him. If anything he felt all the more convinced that he was not up to par, at least when compared to the rest of his class. Zel and Kaizre had chosen each other at Zelsk's run, which had proved awkward for him as he returned to the feast with Syrene (who was still a child). Did people view him as a child? Probably. He had no desire to become an adult, or to do the things that mature people were expected to do. He was better off, wasn't he? He was better off just like this, just... Ollivander. No different. No older.

Ollisk sat beside Hers at the waters edge, watching the boys pillies play. Asriel had grown considerably, and was giving water-rides to Lyra and Calypso. The green and yellow, much smaller than the shimmery brass, were ever enamored by him. Olli really liked his pillies, and came down to the lake often to observe them. When he could, he took them back to his smaller quarters to spend time with him and his green. Ollisk didn't mind that, as long as they didn't get in the way. For the most part Asriel kept the other two in-line, though the growing green was quite a mischievous little bugger. Ollivander turned to look upon his wher, his head in his hands. What? he questioned, aware that she was thinking something. Her gaze, while not judgmental, was contemplative. We no closer to them than before Ollivander. This what you wish? Yes, he always kept his distance from everyone. That was simply who he was. He considered Zel, and maybe even Syrene, to be his friends. They didn't need him though; especially now that everyone was graduated and in different prides. Zel had her new boyfriend, and Zelsk had Osk. They were enjoying their lives at the top and here he was... existing.

Reaching over Ollivander grabbed a stone, deigning to ignore his whers question for the moment. Hurling the stone into the water with a rage that was rather unlike him, the bright-eyed boy sighed. No closer not good. Not to Ollisk. Not even to Ollivander, who stubborn boy. Think not good so pretend. Pretend far too often not to care when Ollisk know truth. He had even ignored the brightness of his whers hide for the past sevenday. She had desired to run, much like Zelsk, though her run would hold little to no import to anyone but them. She would not bear a clutch, and yet her inclination to mate was just as strong. She had delayed the prospect, if at all possible, because she was bonded to a boy lacking maturity. Now, especially with his chosen isolation, she could wait no longer. It was time, and she was certain that Hers would come out on the other side a better man for it. Closeness to others was something that he feared, but when they became one there would be nothing to fear. The green would never lead him astray.

Ollisk? he questioned, and the loyal wher merely gazed back at the boy--Hers. Ollivander knew, but ignore. We ignore no more. The young man turned to better face his green, his expression... neutral. For a moment Ollisk wasn't sure what he was going to say, but the boys answer genuinely surprised her, Don't feel like you have to hold back for me. We're supposed to be a team. I'm sorry I haven't been helping us. I'm really sorry Ollisk. The wher rose, moving forward until the flat of her head was pressed to the young mans forehead. Olli closed his eyes and sighed. He had known this day was coming, and he knew his wher better than any. He would never know another soul as intimately as he knew Ollisk. He had seen the way that she was looking at Isk during the "talk." It was more than respect in her gaze that day, and he had known right then and there that there would be no stopping her. She would run, and prove that they too were worthwhile. He had to try harder, and certainly after today he would have much to think about.

This run would be about them. No one else. They had no one to please, given there would be no eggs to bolster Dalibor's ranks. No, this was simply about strength, endurance, and perseverance. Ollisk would rip through the wilds, calling to any who were able-bodied. Ollivander would, likewise, only have Ollisk's version of the best.

When the wher pulled back, Ollivander nodded. The green took another step back before turning away to tear across the bowl. Her thick tail did not cause her to sway, but rather seemed to propel her forward somehow. Ollivander watched her go, trying not to will her back to him. His pillies submerged beneath the water, sensing that something was on the horizon. Ollivander came to stand, following after where his wher had gone. He would make it back to his room, Ollisk would see to that. The green would not allow him to amble about where any could reach him. So, the boy slipped into the nearest cavern and hastened his step. Long legs took him to his wherhole. Pushing through the door, the young man immediately sought the edge of his cot. There he sat, peering anxiously at the doorway. Hands folded in his lap, he worked on steadying his breathing as it all began...

Big brains wher and muscle wher come to Ollisk! Ollisk show what most capable look like! Quick or Ollisk leave you behind! Her call was more of a challenge than anything, and Ollivander could feel a measure of pride swelling in his chest. The green was indeed quick, her clawed-feet seeming to barely touch the ground before she sprang into the air again. The green motored forward, beyond the Weyr's confines and into the wilds. The greenery flew past her, the dirt flying up around her as she ripped up the path. The wher huffed, a determined growl escaping her as she beckoned even the wilds to pursue her. Thick tail flopping behind her like a dead fish, the green did her best to hold the limb rigid. She would not allow her proportions to hold her back.
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Didnask always liked to have his bath first thing after breakfast, when they weren’t on patrol duty right away. Presently they were not. Well-fed and happy, the blue wher waded into the shallow edge of the lake. Didnala forbade him from going further – no matter that her blue believed, with all his heart, that he could be a champion swimmer. Practicality did not play into the blue wher’s dreams, not even a little bit. So because he wasn’t allowed to go further, the blue stomped around in the shallows, submerging up to his nostrils – which was to say that most of him was still Out of the Water. Didnask fierce. Didnask sharp fish. Sharp fish. He lowered his nose, blowing bubbles to the surface of the lake. Knowing that he liked to play before his bath, Didnala sat on a rock with her chin resting on a fist, watching the blue scuttle around and play fish. Shame he couldn’t actually swim. Slowly the blue submerged further, pushing himself along the sand with his tiny legs, eyes barely clearing the surface. The puny wings atop his back flittered with glee.

After a while he was done playing, and he sat up, licking water off his nose and staring at Didnala. He forgot to retract his tongue and it stayed plastered over one nostril. Didnask didn’t seem to notice. Didnask bath. Huge eyes stared intently at His. The bluehandler, lost in space, didn’t move – her gaze had traveled across the water and far into the distance. Sometimes this happened, but usually a little headbutt brought her back to life. Didnask was all over this! He thundered at His, making a flying leap for the rock she sat on with the intent of bumping her and waking her up. Athletic skills not being quite up to par, he didn’t jump in time and ran face-first into the rock, prompting him to begin wailing as the bluehandler shook her head and looked down.

”Did you just headbutt the rock?” she had to ask, since her wher was crying and flailing his head in all directions. Didnask break face! Bleed everywhere! Didnask wound! Evidently he was forgetting that Didnala could feel what he felt through their bond; the little blue was barely in pain. Painfully dramatic, maybe. ”Okay, okay. Bath time,” she laughingly agreed, and the blue squealed, pattering back into the lake and forgetting all about his traumatic collision. He sat happily alert while she picked up the bag of sweetsand and a scrub brush, twitching his tiny winglets and scooting ever closer. Didnala had already shed her boots and jacket; she knew better than to try and wash him while wearing anything she actually liked. Since the blue liked to be washed from the nose back, she started there, making sure to lather up the correct quantity of bubbles. Un-bubbly baths always resulted in a screaming, wailing Didnask. Nothing backwards of his nose really mattered, though, since the blue couldn’t turn to see the rest of his body.

She was halfway through washing his head when the little wher perked up suddenly. Ooh. Standing on his toes (which had no result whatsoever), Didnask stared across the lake to where a green wher was just taking off from her handler. Oh! Oh! He knew what was going on! She was running! Clearly she needed Didnask the Brave to chase her! And she was summoning the muscle whers and the big-brain whers! He even fit in one of those categories! Didnask brain wher! Didnask coming! he squealed, knocking Didnala over as he galloped after the green, trailing soap bubbles. He managed to dash water over his nose on the way out of the lake, but still sported a majestic cap of bubbles as he scuttled after Ollisk, as fast as his little legs could go.

”Oh, come on! Didnask!” Sitting up, the bluehandler muttered to herself and picked her frame out of the lake, trying to squeeze the water out of her pants. Well, he was gone now… there was no getting the blue back once he took off after some female. Grumbling, she stood up and set the bag of sand aside, tucking it under the edge of the rock she’d been sitting on. When he inevitably lost the Run, he would come back and expect the rest of his bath, no doubt. For now his handler sighed, toweling as much of the water from her clothes and feet as she could. Once her boots and jacket were back on, she wandered in the direction of the wherhandlers’ quarters. Not that it would serve a purpose, since Didnask invariably lost.

Come to think of it, that green had looked familiar even from across the Bowl. Was that the one whose handler had come along to help fish Didnask out of his entrapment after Zelsk’s run? Didnala wondered, trekking along until she reached the wherholes. An open door suggested the owner of the green wher; the bluehandler walked up to be sure.

Yeah, there he was. A smile warmed her face as she leaned against the doorway, though her expression tended toward wryness. ”Hey, there. Olli, wasn’t it?” A quirk lifted one corner of her mouth. ”It’s your green Running, isn’t it?” She paused, studying the tension in his face. ”You all right?”


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 Posted: May 25 2018, 01:40 PM
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Wynsk watched silently. It was what he was best known for. Other whers might talk, fight, lead, and even love. Wynsk valued none of those things. But he would always be watching. Observing how each pursued their paths, their ambitions, and their hearts. Each was always different. It was fascinating. So it was now as he saw young Ollisk begin her first run. Confident and sure she was. A fine mate for any male, to be sure. Didnask certainly agreed, or he would not have joined in the Chase. Perhaps she would choose him? Who could say. The minds of females could be fickle things. Well, perhaps not all females. He found his Wynmuri's mind most agreeable and reasonable. Then again, humans did not run or fly to mate. Such odd creatures. They wasted so much time pursuing each other when a simple Run would settle the matter once and for all.

Speaking of Runs, Wynsk could see no other males yet for the fair Ollisk. A shame that. Her request had been quite clear. Of course not all might be interested, but that was their loss. Wynsk pondered for a moment, perched as he was on a ledge one story off the bowl. He rarely gave chase himself. He preferred to watch, and see how things played out. But it had been a long time, and his body itched for action. Legs quivering with anticipation, he gave a little toothy grin. Perhaps tonight was a good night to chase.

As Ollisk moved passed to exit into the wilds, Wynsk pushed off his ledge. His large wings caught the wind and he glided some distance, picking up speed as he went. Black as night, he was barely a shadow as he darted along behind the young green. Unlike Didnask, he was silent and stalking, happy to show off his stealth for the green lady. They each had their strengths after all. It was up to her which she would prefer.

Wynsk come, he announced, a deep quiet voice in the night. He was a wher a few words and when he spoke, he liked to make it count. Let night give chase to dawn.

Wynmuri raised her eyebrow from where she sat brushing Quartz's fur. Apparently Wynsk had big plans for their night off. She was a little surprised by that. He so rarely gave chase when females ran. She wondered what made this one so special. Perhaps it was just a whim. Even a wher as methodical as Wysnk could afford to loosen up now and then. She chuckled and grinned as Wynsk's infectious emotious reached her. Heck, loosening up might be just the thing! Best see how the young handler was taking it though. Leaving Quartz to her snoozing, Wyn ventured out until she found Ollivander and Didnala. Not handlers she knew well, but she smiled at them none the less. They were all in this together aftera all.

"The first time is always the hardest," she said, gently to Olli. "The lessons don't really do the reality justice. But at least we're all in this together, eh?" She winked playfully, but stayed mostly back. It was up to him if he even wanted company, until then she was satisfied to simply provide support if he wanted it.
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The green had never expected the truth that her words would bear. She called to them--to the Weyr's males--and none came... (None except the newcomer blue who had little chance of catching his own tail never mind a female). Didnask followed her into the wilds, and she, not being like many, would not shame him. He had chosen to chase her and for that he was deserving of the same respect as any, even if he was slow and inexperienced. The blue and green ran further and further away from Dalibor, Ollisk's mind racing as she looked to and fro and still saw none in pursuit of her. Then the voice of the black echoed in her mind, and she huffed in appreciation. Wynsk and his bonded were prideleaders, and therefore it was an honor to have the quiet black a part of this night. She knew very little about him, though his declaration was noble.

Ollisk pushed ever onward, sprinting as quickly as her legs could carry her. Wynsk was smaller than she, though that didn't mean the black would be any less fast. Didnask was... Didnask. She expected to be able to leave the blue far behind, meaning that only Wynsk would be left... Even the wilds didn't stir. None answered her call; it was as if none had heard her. There was a level of hot embarrassment that rose through the green, and it staked the lust that would ordinarily drive her. She would run as fast, and as far, as she possibly could. If none of them wished to chase her, then none of them were worthy of her. None of them would win her.

Ollisk no Queen. All want only Queen. The words were reserved for Hers and Hers alone. Ollivander was accosted by his greens pain. This was not what she had expected. She had thought that they would chase, and she would be given the opportunity to prove her--their--worth. He could feel her sadness, and it made him feel all that much more alone. He sat there, stiff as a board, hands shoved in-between his legs whilst he stared down at his lap.

A woman was soon standing in his doorway, and she was smiling. He recognized her, by voice alone thus far, and so when she spoke his name he looked up. Her wher must have been chasing, like he'd chased Zelsk. Did he always chase? His head was so foggy... There were so many emotions flooding through him, and he couldn't make heads or tails of any of it. "I... I think so." What was he saying? He could see the wilds whipping past the green, and he truly wondered if she would just keep going until she was gone for good... He could feel her longing to escape, and it momentarily rivaled his own. He could feel everything she felt, and suddenly this run had turn into his worst nightmare.

The dark-haired woman asked if he was alright, but he didn't know what answer to give. He wasn't sure that he was alright, so what was the truth? He had no friends here, simply a woman he had met not all that long ago (and never seen since), and now Wynmuri. Both women were strangers to him, but that wasn't supposed to matter during a run... was it? The older of the two women was smiling as well, offering a piece of information that did little to quell his nerves. Her wink, and suggestive undertone, made him swallow. "Y-yeah... of course." He took a breath, and tried his best to smile back. He didn't want to look like he was completely lacking in confidence; even if that was, mostly, the case. Neither of the handlers knew what Ollisk was thinking, and feeling. For all intents and purposes everything was fine--normal even.

What if Ollisk didn't make a choice? What if she disappeared, and left him completely on his own? "She won't stop," he stated, trying to level his voice as best he could. Even now the green willed others to come to her, to give chase, but the young greenhandler was convinced that only Wynsk would follow. A single suitor, technically two, was ample reason for the green to be upset.

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Poor thing. Didnala’s gaze softened, watching the younger greenhandler. He had to be her junior by several turns at least, although he certainly had the height of an adult man. Rather than intrude on his space, the bluehandler remained in the doorway, nodding slightly as she watched him. Didnask’s emotions raged through her, but she’d had practice at keeping herself semi-distant from that – the little blue couldn’t be trusted to manage himself. Even for a Run, the stubby wher had not the sense to keep himself in one piece. Result was that the handler was still her own person, well able to act normal even while her blue went and made a fool of himself in front of Ollisk and who knew what other suitors. ”Good,” she answered quietly, but Olli looked in no condition to be making conversation.

A few minutes later another handler arrived – a blackhandler Didnala didn’t know. Naturally that was no surprise, as she hadn’t been here long, but she was surprised to see that the hallway remained empty, the room clear of hopeful handlers. Was no one else joining the Run? Dark eyes flickered momentarily along the walls, and then out into the corridor, wondering if people were lost or simply late in coming. Odd. Or perhaps not. She hadn’t been raised in a Weyr, and hadn’t participated in enough of these to know how many people usually did or did not show up. For now it seemed to be simply her, Olli and the blackhandler.

Offering a slight smile to the bonded of the other male, she had no intention of speaking again for a little while, at least until she’d a reason to do so. Making small talk seemed both odd and a little inappropriate when all of their whers were running to mate; while she had yet to figure out the exact parameters of Run etiquette, she doubted that distractions would be of any use here. Olli looked petrified, and she had to admit that she didn’t much blame him.

Didnask was still racing determinedly after Ollisk, graceful as a four-legged barrel, and Didnala could feel every thump of his crooked feet hitting the ground. Expression warming a little, she shifted her attention back onto the greenhandler sitting on the edge of his bed. ”She will,” she reassured him, smiling gently. ”When she gets tired, she will.” Again the woman’s gaze flickered to the blackhandler next to her, but lacking a conversational topic, she said nothing, only quirking a smile at her. After a moment her gaze flicked back to Olli, and she peeled herself off the doorframe only to tilt her head at him, slightly. ”Olli, is there anyone you want me to get for you?” By his awkward reaction to both of them, she was pretty sure that he didn’t know the other handler any better than he knew her. He couldn’t have experienced many Runs; maybe there was someone he hadn’t had a chance to contact that he would prefer to one of them. And if he did have someone in mind, it was better she go than Wynmuri; Didnask had the same chance of winning that an ice cube had of surviving the summer sun.

Meanwhile, Didnask galloped along, roaring his dedication to the beautiful green. She was pretty; she deserved a fine mate. He wanted to be that fine mate! Surely he was good enough to win the lovely Ollisk! Every time a female ran the blue thought these same things, and every time without fail the female in question turned him down. Smart, on their part: he hadn’t the brains to figure out that he should not under any circumstances be allowed to procreate. Didnala hadn’t the heart to tell him.

Ollisk very pretty! he warbled, although it was growing so that he could barely see her. How was that? Was she… was she leaving him behind? Didnask released a wail of anguish and put on as much speed as he could muster, lumbering across the uneven ground. Perhaps he was slow, but he was stubborn! He wouldn’t give up until it was done! As far as he could tell, only the sneaky black in the shadows had joined the chase. Didnask wouldn’t dishonour the beautiful green by giving up on her (even if she was much faster than he). So he ran, as fast and majestically as a wild Didnask could, pursuing Ollisk and bugling his delight at getting to follow her.

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”Ah, Yamask, it’s a lovely night for a wander, is it not?” A voice crowed into the dark, lilting with gentle whimsy. The pair were on patrol that night, circling about the island along their patrol route, slowly but dutifully. They were quite a ways away from home, to be sure. They… possibly hadn’t followed the trail as confidently as they used to. Which, to be fair, wasn’t outside of the norm for them; Yamaruni tended not to care much for well-worn paths, even on patrols. They’d made that clear to their superiors, though a proven promise that the route would still be scoured kept them out of trouble. But tonight? No, tonight was a night for themselves to enjoy a good walk.

Yamask, usually a fan of such wanderings, only grunted. Yamaruni slowed, quirking an eyebrow at him. ”My heart, you’ve been distracted all sevenday, and you won’t even let me in to see what’s on your mind,” they said, frowning as they kneeled down before the Black. ”You wanna tell me what’s up? Or do you wanna just finish our circuit? We’re hopefully not too far from the end, so we can finish up nice and soon.” Yama did their best to see eye to eye with their wher, but he refused, shifting his weight in agitation and turning away. Another frown pressed across their face. It wasn’t like Yamask to be like this. He’s usually mopey or quiet. And it wasn’t like there was any threats facing them. It had been quite a while since the cave-in, and even then whatever wounds they’d sustained had long healed.

Suddenly, Yamask was alert, head whipping around to follow something unseen. A faint call. Even fainter, words, only a trained mind could hear. Follow. Chase. He began taking steps in an unknown direction, and steps became walking, and walking became loping, and loping became a full sprint, leaving his bonded behind in the dust. Am sorry OwnYam. But am late. Can find home safe? Yamaruni’s eyebrows furrowed, words beginning to form on their mouth, before the feelings crashed against them. Concern. Worry. Panic. Things they recognized in Yamask. But then… Fury. Lust.

Oh. Oh no.

In a moment of lucidity, Yamaruni threw their hands in the air in exasperation. ”You choose NOW to finally chase?! When we’re out in the middle of the woods? They grumbled, annoyed, digging their heels into the dirt in a swivel and making a light jog back to the Weyr. It would take some time, but hopefully, if anybody, there’s only one that’s late. Best of luck to you, my heart. Please don’t do anything to reckless, you’ve already worried me to death one too many times.

As Yamaruni made their way slowly but surely home, Yamask tore through the dark, stumbling occasionally on his own legs and the occasional wing spur, desperately searching for the source of the call. Over logs, under branches, through thickets he ran, faster than he’d ever run before. The wind whistled in his ears, and soon the smell of feverish hide reached his nose. A trail. Fresh, at that. Eyes whirled crimson in the night as the dull Black stumbled to a halt, pacing a bit as his sniffed the air. First one way, then another. There. And once again he was off, panting as he hunted down the source of the sickeningly addictive scent.

It felt like eons, but eventually, he caught a glimpse. A blue. A stubby blue, but a blue nonetheless. Motions somewhere in the shadows betrayed the all-too-familiar sounds and scents of his superior, Wynsk. He slowed at that, hopes dashed by the presence of a wher no doubt more competent than he. But…. His hearing betrayed the truth. These were the only two. The fire in his belly rekindled, and he sprung forward again, hoping to see the female that he craved. Yamask am here, Ollisk! Sorry am late, sorry disappoint, am only Black. Not very strong, not biggest brain. Despite his desperate movements, his voice was all but groveling. But am mad that Ollisk upset! Yamask no strong, but Yamask am have big heart! Yamask will listen, Yamask will love, Yamask will be what Ollisk need, no matter what!

Even if Ollisk only needed an extra body to feed her worth, even if she only needed an outlet for her needs for the night, he would be it. They’d never met before now, but in that moment, familiarity did not matter. What mattered was that the resplendent creature somewhere deeper in the wilds felt utterly alone, and he wanted nothing more than to fix it.

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Somewhere off in the distance, a slender person in flowing robes muttered to themselves, craning their neck and sighing in relief to find that they had not been going in the wrong direction, and continued on towards the Weyr. No doubt that no matter the outcome, they would sleep deeply come sunrise.

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Wynsk could understand why Ollisk was upset. He was often overlooked for his size and his color. Of course, he often preferred it that way. Being overlooked meant he could observe unnoticed and catch his enemy unawares. It had served him well in the past. But it was not always a good thing. Here, it was a shame for the lovely green not to have more suitors. She was a fine looking wher, strong willed and beautiful. No reason for more to not come to claim her heart. At least she had him and Didnask, and it seemed another black now as well. A true competition now.

Wynsk desires no queen, he rumbled softly and gently. Only Ollisk. No need for Ollisk to get upset. He and the others were here only for her, after all. He kept up his rapid, but stealthy pursuit just behind her. As much as she seemed to desire to run forever, he knew from experience that she would tire eventually. She was young and emotional, so it was understandable. He would be here, should she desire it, and be sure that no harm would come to any of them.

Wynmuri smiled at Olli sympathetically, but hesitated to move forward. She really didn't know him that well, so maybe he would prefer someone he knew better. A friendly face could really go a long way towards helping people through this. She nodded in agreement with Didnala. "She will stop," she confirmed. Ollisk was probably just upset and filled with the emotion of her Run. Exhaustion would change her mind before long. "Remember that though the two of you are bonded, you don't have to share everything and that includes partners," she assured, with an amused twitch of her eyebrows. Meaning that he didn't need to open up to any of the people in this room. She was alright with just being a support and nothing more. It could sometimes be hard to resist the urges of lust from a wher or dragon, but that didn't mean one had to give in to it.

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