Egg-celent(Open)

[damien]

An odd sight perhaps, especially if one considers that the rebellion had not had a queen wher for some time. She was huge, massive on a scale that was both unflattering and frightening on the same level. She’s a behemoth gold, eight feet of giraffe spotted chubby body. Even with that she moves through the tunnel ways towards the hot sands with a purpose carrying the heavy leather bag in her mouth as gently as she can.

No handler is around, at least not a visible one. She prefers it that way, for now. His idea had been to use the oven, of all things! As though the babe was some….some omelet! She snorts her displeasure ignoring the scent of dragon, its not recent enough for her to worry about them smacking her for this, and happily treads onto the sands.

Unknown to her, or perhaps she just doesn’t care, she’s making enough noise for ten whers as she literally skips onto the sand bounding till she finds the perfect spot. Right smack in the middle. Proudly she lays the bag down nudging the small wher egg out till she can cover it half with sand.

Her self-appointed job done she bugles a little song to herself and unknowingly to anyone in range enough to hear, ‘humming’ loudly in her mind as she watches the shell. Baby would hatch soon, yes yesss, and when it did it would bond to HER, not to hers. Vizrosk loved hers, she did truly she did but she wanted the baby more.

[Taylor]

Alkess had slipped into the kitchen to grab a late night snack and, now munching on a piece of bread slathered with butter, they wandered back through the halls. Alsk trotted one step in front of them, ever alert. They were technically on guard duty, right now, but Alkess had gotten hungry and they figured they might as well patrol the halls a bit. Made sense, right? It was better than being outside, at least, where a light drizzle had made existence miserable. Their hair, braided in two french braids, one on either side of their head, was now damp and uncomfortable. The unpleasant feeling extended to Alkess' clothes; the light teal dress they wore - already somewhat droopy on Alkess' flat chest because of the lack of expected support - had darkened in color and clung slightly to the wherhandler's form. At least their boots were fine; they were sturdy and practical and could handle much more water than this.

Alkess' feet felt uncomfortable in the boots and, after a moments' thought, they turned around. Alsk continued on for one step and then, horrified, realized his handler wasn't with him. He turned around and bounded the few steps necessary to catch up. Why Alsk's leave Alsk? Not safe. Could be killed. Must stay with Alsk. Alsk and Alsk's a team!

Alkess simply patted their wher and continued on. The sands seemed like a good place to go. The cavern wouldn't be too wet and it would be warm and empty. Sounded like a good place to take off their boots and let their feet dry a little. As they got close, however, Alkess heard a noise. A wher noise, they were pretty sure. Odd.

Alsk winced, as the "music", if you could call it that, was echoing in his mind as well as sounding through the air. Marvelous. Realizing his handler was about to enter the accursed cavern, rather than flee from the dreadful racket, he growled lightly. Alsk go first. Protect Alsk's.

Alkess knew there was no stopping the wher so simply nodded, allowing the garnet to enter the cavern before they did, and standing back near the wall as Alsk prowled towards Vizrosk.

Hmm. A queen. Well queen or no queen, there was no reason to be making that much noise, especially not around Alkess. You. Lady. Stop. Stop foul noise. Making entire world loud and awful. Alsk eat gold if gold doesn't stop. The red in his eyes made it fairly clear he was not joking, though he perhaps would not manage to eat more than a claw or two. Perhaps a headknob, if he was particularly determined.

[damien]

Vizrosk stops her singing, both mentally and physically when she smells and see’s another wher. She’s pleased to see it’s a garnet and not some boring old bronze or brown or something but not so pleased to hear his words. She’s quite the happy ‘little lady’ and his threat makes her humph baring her sharp teeth with rancid wher breath before she stops settling herself in front of –her- egg with a wiggle. Squirming her large body around she lays curled around it blowing bubbles to amuse herself.

No talk to Vizrosk like that. Vizrosk bite off your man-pieces, then you no be man, you be -….oooh. Vizrosk sorry She had been snappish at first till she adds the last part sheepishly when she gets a smell of the garnet’s handler. Oops, she hadn’t meant to insult!

Eyes whirling numerous shades she lurches to her feet walking carefully over to the other wher. She bows her head in submission before arching awkwardly back she manages for a small moment to ‘stand’ before flopping back on the sand. Her ‘hug’ given though she had never actually come near to touching the person, she settles back down her short tail thumping in the sand as she watches them intently.

Good thing you not dragon, dragon stupid they fly and fly then complain when they hit the ground with a boom. You come to stare at egg? Is going to bond to Vizrosk, will be first queen wher-handlerer! She proudly arches her neck to show this fact.

[Taylor]

Alsk was not impressed by this gold's display of aggression. He was a garnet. She thought she could out-intimidate him? Ha. He would back down to no silly queenthing. He snarled back, though the noise trailed off as the female wiggled into the sand in front of "her" egg. Silly queenthing, couldn't even keep a growl going more than a second. As the queenthing began to speak about removing anatomy, however, the snarl returned, and he even lunged. He wasn't going for her throat, of course - it was just a warning. Next time, his teeth wouldn't click together harmlessly in the air. Body pieces not matter. Alsk eat so-called "Vizrosk". Her name was spoken with such disdain it sounded as if Alsk didn't believe she could even have a name. Clearly such a terrible creature had remained unbonded and was useless and wild. He sneered. He was quite unimpressed with her apology, as well.

And then she moved towards his handler! Oh no she didn't! Alsk gave another growl, this one long-lasting, rumbling softly in his throat as he paced beside Vizrosk, matching her step for step, eyes crimson. If she so much as looked at Alkess wrong...

Alkess sent a quiet "shh" into their wher's mind, gazing at the gold. A little smile twitched their lips at Vizrosk's explanation of what she was doing here. "Can that happen? A wher bonding to another?" They were quite sure that it couldn't, but they didn't want to flat out crush the queen's dreams. Even if Alsk muttered into their mind that he'd be quite happy to crush several other things of the queen's, if dreams were off the table.

[damien]

What a rude male! Vizrosk would not be pushed around she calmly pads over to the garnet and lifting her paw, awkwardly mind her body is not meant for such movements, she smacks him lightly on the nose with a closed ‘fist’. Punished like a mother would punish an insolent pup she wiggles back over to her egg about to calmly explain to the silly human that one can indeed bond to another wher-when she hears something. She physically winces her hide rippling with the movement as a sigh escapes her. Not one to be displaced for long though she bounds over momentarily to knock her handler over, slobbering on his face in a kiss before she bounds back to protect her egg from the garnet.

Spluttering, covered in sand and wher spit Vizroi manages to stumble to his legs doing his best to ignore the pain in his knee’s as he does so. He’s about to bark out something angry to Vizrosk, after all the sands were shardin far –away-, when he see’s the gi-boy? He stops staring with avid interest a small smile curling over his features and interesting blue eyes locked on the figure. The dress says female but his wher says other wise, and the features themselves speak of something completely different. Ooh this could be fun, very fun indeed!

Seemingly unaware that he only reaches around chest level on this person he bows towards them and their garnet. “Greetings, what is such a beautiful person like yourself doing here?”

Vizrosk snorts and hums quietly to everyone present, because her ‘secret’ keeping was far from very secret.

Vizrosk’s should not be mating dancing with person he just meets, especially when person might not want to be mating dancing. Person has very angry lump thing that thinks it’s a garnet as well, perhaps it is just a very angry brown that turned red. Vizrosk knows this to be true

“Oh Vizrosk dear you are going to get eaten one of these days. My garnet fellow if you bite her I’m afraid I’ll bite you back.”

[Taylor]

It was only Alsk's shock that kept Vizrosk from losing her paw. A tad bit better reaction time and he would have chomped it off. As it was, he snarled and snapped, teeth barely missing her. He chose to leave it as a warning, rather than a failed attempt, as it would seem if he were to follow it up. He was growling low in his throat, furious. This creature! He would get her later. Later, when he was away from Alsk's. Alsk's didn't like to see the violence, though they knew it happened. Vizrosk had to run sometimes. Alsk would chase, he decided, catch, and then tear her apart. Yes, this was a good plan. He settled down, snarl stopping as he fantasized about exactly how it would feel, her flesh coming apart beneath his teeth, her blood flowing hot over his toes, forming little pools in the footprints he had just formed. His happy thoughts were derailed as the gold sprung up once again, running over to some newcomer. Oh, time to protect His, no more happy thoughts. He growled at the childthing that appeared. Or not a child. Well the thing. The spitthing, for that seemed an apt enough descriptor, slobbery as the human presently was.

Alkess watched the newcomer warily. They could tell that they were being assessed, their gender questioned. If they got called a girl... But no! The goldhandler went with the neutral "person". They were surprised.

Alsk, however, was already on guard. He'd noticed the spitthing's assessment of His and assumed some wrong words were about to come from his mouth. Thus, he started speaking, snapping at the spitthing, before he had properly processed the words. Alsk's not... Oh wait. Well he couldn't just stop mid-sentence. He would look weak. Time to fumble through to the end. ...beautiful. Alsk's... Well now what did he say? He had let the sentence trail off too much and finally gave a snarl, giving up on this. Alsk eat spitthing if needed. There. That was always a good sentence to toss out when he was at a loss for words.

Alkess snorted, amused, but didn't comment on their wher's utter failure. Instead, they looked back to the wherhandler, words a bit tentative and unsure. "We were attracted by your wher's...singing. I am assuming Vizrosk is your wher, that is?" It seemed more likely than Vizrosk just tackling strangers to the ground to lick them, but with this wher, they couldn't actually say for certain.

Alkess gave Vizroi an even warier look at the gold's words. "I...do not want to be mating dancing, no, so if that's what you're after, you can head off again, because we were having a lovely chat before you arrived." Okay "lovely chat" might be stretching it, but the point was that Alkess didn't want any strangers hitting on them. It always came from curiosity, the need to find out what "the freak" really had under all their different outfits, not actual attraction.

Alsk gave Vizroi a cool look. This spitthing was not even worth growling at. Alsk not afraid of spitthing. Spitthing have little mouth. Puppy mouth. Alsk has eaten puppy - not scary. Alsk noticed Alkess' look of horror - they had not known the wher had eaten a puppy before. Puppy deserved it! Puppy peed on Alsk's leg. Alsk sounded extremely defensive and offended. How dare His question his judgment when it came to matters of consuming enemies!

[damien]

Spitthing was he? He supposed it was better than being called the numerous other names attached to him. He merely smiles down at the wher though the faint movement of his right hand betrays he’s hiding a knife up his sleeve. One more move like that towards his wher and he would kill the creature. He eyes him carefully for a moment before he steps over to the rather distraught gold. She was showing signs of wanting to fight back or wanting to smack him on the face again for his insolence. Since she could do neither, especially with her person standing in front of her, she leaned forward to growl at the shorter creature. She’d teach him.

“Not beautiful? Are you saying your handler is ugly?” He asks with a faint smirk turning those odd blue eyes up towards this ‘person’ before him. He slowly turns his head to peer down at his own stunted body before a faint laugh escapes him. “I am not hitting on you, Alsk’s handler I am merely stating the truth and my wher speaks out of turn, though she speaks only the truth. I do have a bad habit of mating dancing with people I like.” Hey, why lie? He was really enjoying this little surprise meeting even if he had to walk all the way onto the hot sands to get here.

“A puppy? Interesting, I can tell you I don’t taste anything like that. I merely came to see who Vizrosk was talking to, as I could hear her from our rooms. She also stole the egg from my care.” He casts a look at his spotted wher who snorts lifting her head up to harmlessly blow a bubble as though she had not done a word of it.

“Advice, Alsk.” Vizroi said cheerfully. “Do not threaten her, she does out rank you and I was just being nice to your handler. I meant no disrespect and no harm, I can’t hurt you even if I wanted to, which I do not.” He motioned for them to stand down, though by the way the garnet acted he doubt he would do anything like that.

“Vizrosk says you smell like the ‘funny healing people that always make her sneeze’, since you have a wher I can assume perhaps you know a bit about their anatomy?” His eyes twinkled with mirth. “I’m afraid she’s picked up a problem on our trip here, egg napping not included. I would pay you for your services of course, and it shouldn’t take long. I promise you, I will treat you like I do Vizrosk here, as a very dear friend who could eat my head.’

[Taylor]

Alsk noticed the display of the knife and made a disparaging sound. Little spitthing could not hurt Alsk. Not with a thousand knives. Alsk too strong, too magnificent. Too full of himself, if nothing else. He ignored the gold's growls, as well. She was not worth his time at this moment. That was all it was; not any slight concern about the knife. Certainly not.

Alsk eyed the spitthing as he turned his words around. Okay so maybe that was exactly what he'd accidentally implied, but still! The awful spitthing was twisting his words and he didn't like it! Alsk's prettiest handler ever! Most beautiful! All the beautifulness. Alsk eat spitthing if spitthing says Alsk's ugly again. Or if spitthing pointed out, again, that it had been Alsk who said they were ugly.

Alkess eyed Vizroi, not sure how to take his words. It could sound like he was saying he liked Alkess, but that couldn't be possible when they had just met. Perhaps it was a heads up? If Alkess was too friendly and got too close to Vizroi, the goldhandler would try to have sex with them? Alkess looked uncertain, not sure how to take the words. "Well I'm...I'm glad you're not hitting on me...?" This was a baffling conversation already and they had just started. If nothing else, though, it did seem they should perhaps introduce themself. It was that or be called "Alsk's handler" forever. "And I'm Alkess, by the way."

Puppy taste horrible. Spitthing saying he tastes delicious? He didn't sound overly aggressive at this exact moment, though. Alkess was surprised, but a bit pleased. If he wasn't growling, it meant he didn't think they were in immediate danger.

Alsk did not, indeed, plan to stand down. On the contrary, Vizroi's words had him growling, taking one step forward. Alsk threaten whoever Alsk's want. Rank silly. Alsk-

His threats were cut off as Alkess placed a hand atop his snout and pressed down, their signal that it was time for Alsk to rein it in. The goldhandler was speaking about healing. "I was a dragonhealer before I Impressed, yes. And I can look her over...though I wouldn't call egg napping a problem." They smiled. "It's...endearing." Perhaps the queen would not like being called "cute". "And she deserves as much a chance to bond as anyone else." Even if Alkess didn't think such a thing was possible, they found it quite adorable. Alkess moved towards Vizrosk, though made no move to touch her until given permission. Alsk stalked behind them, clearly discontent but unwilling to strike when Alkess was apparently content to be with these people. "What's the problem?"

[damien]

“I could not tell you how I taste; I’ve never tried to munch on myself. I have it on the highest authority though that I don’t taste all that bad. But that was from a human, so I’m not entirely sure.’ He was taking the wher seriously! He grinned wolfishly at the creature blue eyes sparkling before he turned to the poor handler. He was clearly confusing the girl-boy-person. He hit on everything, it was just how he was and how he showed he enjoyed someones company. He felt a sort of kingship with Alkess as well, they were both after all on the fringe of acceptable.

“No it’s not the egg napping that’s the problem.” He chuckles softly shifting his weight uncomfortably from foot to foot. The hot sand was not good for him, his short body was starting to complain already from the walk and now he had to stand here and broil? He was not going to enjoy this.

Vizrosk turns her head to watch the garnet for a moment before flopping on her back, mindful of the egg. Such a large creature just rolling over made the sand fly this way and that but she didn’t do it on purpose. There were half healed scratches along her belly near her rib cage. One was infected but thankfully not as bad as Vizroi thought.

“She literally stole that egg.” He motioned towards the marks letting Alkess know that they could in fact go and touch his wher. “It’s awkward enough trying to ride her, trying to ride her while she’s running way from another wher is like riding a rock slide.” He grimaces as he remembers the pain. He’s not in good shape either but he doesn’t say anything about it.

Vizrosk egg. Silly female had egg, but is Vizrosk egg, ask Vizrosks. You stop scratchies from scratching? Sorry called you brown

She shifts herself in the sand trying to get more comfortable against the warm expanse beneath her. Vizroi watched her with indulgent amusement shaking his head a bit as the image of a canine, doing just the same, came to his mind.

“Yours isn’t going to eat me I hope. While I might have a certain unique flavor I do need to be alive, for Vizrosk’s sake, and the babies.” He motioned towards the egg which, as if it had heard, gave a little gentle bump. It wouldn’t be much longer now.