[RUN] Moonlit Mountaineering

[FirebrandPhlox]

Raev was used to Rask being a handful. The wher needed plenty of stimulus and enrichment in order to stay on task during her working hours. But recently, she had been even more impudent than usual. Leaving tasks half-finished, irregular sleep, even outright refusing to do certain tasks. Raev was approaching the end of her rope when finally Rask made her announcement. Of course it happened when they were in the middle of helping move supplies that had been recently delivered.

It time! Rask run! The garnet announced to her handler, wiggling excitedly.

"Are you serious right now? We still have four more crates to move!" Raev groaned, gesturing at the pile goods they had been assigned to transfer.

Rask run now! Need go! Back later! She called over her shoulder as she took off through the weyr.

"I'll just finish moving these myself then," Raev huffed to herself, not entirely sure how she was going to manage without the strength of a wher to assist her. "Then I'm locking myself in the weyr."

Rask bolted into the night, running along the narrow ledges of the mountains she now called home. Come chase Rask! She called to the whers of the weyr. Try catch, have fun!

[MothyCake]

Magnius of Brown Magniusk and Green Agnisk

It was rare for Magniusk to be interested in a run, but as he heard the call of Rask, he began to head off, pushing past Magnius and Angisk. "Oy, where do you think you're going!?" Magnius shouted, looking at his wher in annoyance.

The wher cocked his head back before speaking, "I chase." With that, he ran out of the weyr and began to pursue Rask.

He was an incredibly fast wher, but he made sure to stay behind Rask, keeping his pace even with her's while staying behind her.

"Magniusk wish Rask well." That was all he said as he continued to chase after her.

[Agenothree]

Hearing Rask's call, Lansk wasn't about to miss his chance for fun! Practically bouncing on his paws, he headed to exit, but paused to look to both Lance and Lancesk, as though he'd belatedly recalled his bonds and wanted approval from both. "Rask's waiting!" Lance insisted, almost as excited as Lansk was at his prospects. "Go show her what you've got!" Lancesk was no less enthusiastic for Lansk, but her voice was quieter than boisterous Lance. Lansk has spirit, hard to match, she assured him, nudging him on his way. Lansk's energy hard to beat too. Run good for Lansk.

That was all Lansk needed. Bounding from his den, he charged in pursuit of Rask, answering her call to chase. Lansk chase Rask! he announced his arrival, his voice lively, his every paw placement careful. Lansk hope Rask has fun too!

[EW-NA]

Mhellira of Green Mhellisk (Note: Mhellisk identifies as male but biologically female, so totally fine if he's disqualified to win)

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Mhellisk silently got to his feet when a certain type of 'itch' tickled his attention. His handler didn't notice the motion at first, too busy with her own agenda, which consisted of kicking at a make-shift training dummy in their quarters. Mhellisk wasn't permitted to use that particular one (anymore), and frankly, all the dull clobbering was getting too loud.

Mhellira's training wasn't that fun anyway. The activity that was currently calling to him seemed like it would be a lot more entertaining~

Rask out for run. Splendiferous chase, Mhellisk make~

The wher's tail twitched back and forth in set rhythm. He didn't get a step before his handler's harsh voice rang out. “Not so fast,” she commanded, finishing the statement with one brutal swing of her long leg. The training stand quivered from the fierceness of the hit, tilting over and over and crashing to the floor.

“Don't waste time on that! If you want to run after other whers, do so when you slack off for your naps. You're falling behind on your training and---” Mhellira had done the foolish thing of keeping her eyes off the Green. Mhellisk was off and gone without a sound or reply~

Mhellisk could tell his handler was utterly fuming inside their quarters, but it was easy to block her emotions out. There were other more invigorating feelings to focus on.

Mhellisk here, and bring Rask best in show! Have most fun if choose Mhellisk! Watch how clever!!

The small Green darted out over the grass of the Weyrbowl, moving with such quick step, it was like he barely touched the ground. Darting back and forth, it was like he was bouncing himself on the tips of the blades of grass themselves!

[nineofswords]

Bronze Dusk

Another night, another run. A garnet called out for chasers, and Dukat made a token effort to dissuade Dusk from chasing after such an unsuitable mate, but his heart wasn't in it. He knew it was a wasted effort. Anyway, Dukat was Wherleader now, so he supposed he could be magnanimous in allowing his wher to chase a garnet just this once.

Dusk couldn't care less who Dukat would or would not 'allow' him to chase. A female called, he answered. Always. It was how things were meant to be.

Dusk comes, the bronze hissed as he shot off after the garnet, taking this as seriously as any clutching run. Dusk will catch! He made a point to jostle some of the other chasers as he joined the pack, just to show how very big and strong he was.

[Arcane]

Wilrsk wasn't the most whimsical of whers. He tried to be responsible- for his pack, his siblings and now his squadmates. That didn't mean he couldn't have fun and didn't recognize when it had its place.

Like in a run. Which ought to be a time of joy and delight and amusement.

The night was fair. The moons were high. Rask was pretty.

There was nothing for it but to let nature take its course.

Wilrsk had never chased before, but he did not need to be told what to do. Instinct told him to move. To push himself to the edge of his strength and stamina and breath.

Is always fun- when out here with you, Wilrsk said, an attempt to flirt that was perhaps a little more earnest than clever.

[Fel]

Toph of Green Artosk and Blue Tosk

Tosk was practically wriggling with excitement. A wher to chase, and with fun all but promised regardless of outcome? How could he possibly resist? Besides, Rask was pretty. Granted, all female whers were pretty, but give that she fell into that category, he saw no sense in denying it.

Artosk gave a long-suffering sigh. The egg that had been given to her handler that day Turns ago had clearly contained a dimglow. And the eggshell hadn't even tasted good. If going chase, go now before make others dizzy, she snapped. She didn't see what the appeal of running around chasing another wher was, even if she expected chasers of her own when that time came—which was demonstrably not now.

If he's making you dizzy, just don't look. Honestly, you two both complain about things you see so often. Toph was grinning though, standing and stretching luxuriously. If this meant she didn't have to go over lesson plans for wherlets who didn't even exist yet, just in case she had to teach one that didn't come from one of the Weyr's clutches, then all the better.

Is no if going to chase, am going chase. Going chase pretty lady, then going win! Tosk's confidence was more than a little undeserved, but he didn't take notice of such things. He was pretty sure he was great. With a quick swipe at Artosk's bone, just to annoy her, he finally caromed off through the Weyr and then outside it in search of Rask.

Woo, it party time! he called eagerly when he spotted the garnet and her chasers. And what party ever need except pretty ladies? Unless... watch this!

He flung himself into the air, wriggling all his limbs in a rather uncoordinated effort, flailing his tail at the apex of his leap until landing a moment later with a thud and a slight stumble that he seemed to take no notice of. See that? That what humans call dancing. Pretty cool, huh? There more where that comes from, baby. If whers had eyebrows, he would have been waggling them.

[FirebrandPhlox]

Rask had so many chasers following her through the night! She was delighted to see all the suitors who were chasing after her, and to see how many of them promised to have fun with her. Yes, it was her natural instincts that were driving her to run, to dash into the deep night, but she should enjoy the process. All whers have fun with Rask! She called to her chasers as she ran along the precarious mountain paths.

All the chasers had their different traits that appealed to Rask. Magniusk was incredibly quick, but knew to let her keep the lead. Lansk was energetic and friendly. Mhellisk was agile and clever. Dusk was strong and determined. Wilrsk was nice, despite being a terrible flirt. They all did well pursuing her, keeping up as she leapt over rocks and pounded her powerful feet against the earth. She was weighing the options of who to choose when a latecomer, Tosk, leaped brilliantly into the air and wriggled in an uncoordinated mess.

Dance! She exclaimed excitedly, Tosk's flirting going over her head completely. Tosk dance with Rask! Tosk come catch Rask! She insisted, inviting the blue to finish the run.

From her weyr, Raev groaned at Rask's immaculate decision making skills and shielded herself from the conclusion of the run.