Logs:Offers and Refusals
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| RL Date: 24 November, 2015 |
| Who: Ellerey, Virisceth |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Viri makes her chosen an offer... |
| Where: HRW:Weyrling Barracks |
| When: Day 13, Month 5, Turn 39 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Cool; light fog. |
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| Everyone in the weyrling barracks was asleep at this hour of the night, an hour where only the Weyr's bakers, stragglers, and its watchrider pair had to keep their eyes open. Even Ellerey was soundly sleeping, her control over her feral green lifemate firming by the sevenday. Virisceth, however, had other ideas. Waking with an urge to slake her pekish tummy and her thirst, the independent little 'monster' quietly rose from her couch with nary a sound except for the guarded, soft clicks of hind talons upon stone, checked that her reason for living was well, and then quietly made her way outside and into the deepening fog. For a long moment, the fog itself took her concentration from hunger and thirst and shifted it onto the miasma itself, her convex muzzle lifting and weaving a sinuous left and right serpentine as she allowed herself to experience the moment. Even spurred into motion once again by her need, Virisceth took peripheral pleasure from the tiny droplets of moisture condensing onto her dark hide...their slips and slides as she moved to the lake and drank what she needed. Just enough to take off the edge, but not enough to weigh her down. Even as chill water dripped, sluiced down in little rivulets and trickles from twitching muzzle to flexing jaws, the weyrling slipped into stalking as seamlessly as her hide blended into the dark of the night, the fog providing even more cover while the growing green circled the feeding pens. Subconsciously, Virisceth chose the approach the herds from their downwind side, her scent not only concealed some by the damp atmosphere, but carried away by the faint drifts of air currents in the Bowl. The porcine was dead before it knew what had killed it, the sleeping herds awakening to the surprised, if soft death-squeak of one of their own...the herdbeasts, wherries, and smaller beasts shying swiftly away from the scene of Virisceth swiftly dragging her kill away to the very edge of the pens. She didn't dissect or splatter the dead pig this time, simply gutting it for the steaming offal, first, then consuming nearly everything else, after. A quick bit of flight and glide back to the lake allowed the weyrling to not only slake the rest of her thirst, but to sluice the red blood of her snack from her body, muzzle, claws. She really couldn't care less, but experience had taught her that her chosen very much disliked Viri ignoring such things. Snort. Once-red, now green eyes took in the scenery before her as Virisceth flew-glided back towards the entrance of the barracks, landed as quietly as possible, then rustled her pinions back into place before sliding her serpentine form back inside with slightly less grace than that which she'd left. Burp. Once she'd stalked deeper within, the green stood for a long moment at the side of Ellerey's cot...and stared. First out at her clutchmates, one by one, then at the older weyrling dragons, hints of other colors flickering briefly across the green's faceted eyes, though they remained a mostly contented green. A soft and always slightly disturbing creak of sound rose in her throat, died aborning. That equally-as disturbing regard then refocused upon her human, so still and sleepy, so soft and delicate, so very...adored. This time, it was a metallic hint of a creel/croon that Viri sub-vocalized. After some slow and delicate arrangement of various things so as to not awake her chosen, Virisceth finally resettled into her wallow, curled up, and quickly drifted off to sleep, herself. It was a good thing that Ellerey was one of the earliest risers in the Barracks - something her Trader life and especially Virisceth had demanded of her - because enough of the other weyrlings might have not been able to repress -their- shrieks like the dark-haired woman did. Barely. « Fuck it, Virisceth!!! » The wet, bloody head of the porcine at the foot of her cot started back emptily at Ellerey, while her waking green lifemate stretched, and creakily rumbled her confusion. |
Comments
Jocelyn (16:30, 24 November 2015 (PST)) said...
Aww, Virisceth just wants to share. XD
Alida (02:04, 25 November 2015 (PST)) said...
Watch out, Jocelyn... Virisceth might hear you...and get 'ideas.' ;)
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