Post by Shoki on Dec 14, 2012 13:18:39 GMT -8
Just after dark
Wher dens/Lower caverns
A whistle pierced the air, high pitched and distressed. Lan still had his fingers poised to whistle again, as he stared down both Ethilask and Syne. They were both, in their own way, creatures that were not to be trifled with if one valued their safety. The Black-Gray Wher was attempting to get at the bird, whom she found interesting in a ‘let’s see what happens if I catch it’ sort of way. This distressed Syne, who, like all none dragon related animals, had a deep fear of dragons and their kin. Well, firelizards didn’t bug him, he could probably take down a flitter if he had the jump on them. So Syne was violently hissing at Ethilask, his ‘ears’ lying down flat on his head. Both stopped to look at Lan, who was giving a rather nasty glare to both of them. His long term goal still was to get them to ignore each other but this was proving difficult. They had, however, come to understand that he was not to be trifled with when he wanted them to knock it off. So Ethilask sat down, looking like a very graceful young wher (who was quite pretty), and Syne merely moved to one side on his perch and sat quietly. Lan watched carefully for a few moments, then picked a rodent out of his bag and placed it on the perch for Syne. The bird went for it instantly, while Lan gave Ethilask a strong pat on her head. He had learned, rather quickly that there was something about the Wher that made physical affection very effective, and at the same time, it only worked if it was strong enough to be felt well. The thick hide she had was something of a disadvantage so he had to put some strength to the pets and rubs he gave her. Not that he could try that for too long, his arms would get tired. Still, it worked well to show more rapidly when he was pleased with her.
“Prrrrrrrrrrrrr” Ethilask rumbled with her favorite call, moving her head back and forth with a pleased look. Wasn’t she pretty? Yes, she was. Lan was just dying to be near her so she let him pet her. After a time he stopped and gave a series of whistles. She was starting to understand them, this one meaning, ‘I go, you stay’. Ethilask peered up at him as he gathered the bird and gave her one final pat before leaving. She didn’t move, merely waited. Lan was a creature of habit, and she was becoming used to the fact he came and went. Then he would come back and spend the rest of the night training her. “Prrrrr.”
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Lan, having put Syne away, started out into the halls of the lower caverns. Shards he felt like he was getting nowhere on that front. He wanted something he could do that wouldn’t mean Ethilask would snack on his favorite bird if he failed. He let out a deep sigh, still having forgotten to take of his glove he had been using to handle Syne. He hardly ever took it off now, if only because life was easier if he had something softer then Wher hide to push on if he needed. He started to wander, thinking of new ways to go about training.
Wher dens/Lower caverns
A whistle pierced the air, high pitched and distressed. Lan still had his fingers poised to whistle again, as he stared down both Ethilask and Syne. They were both, in their own way, creatures that were not to be trifled with if one valued their safety. The Black-Gray Wher was attempting to get at the bird, whom she found interesting in a ‘let’s see what happens if I catch it’ sort of way. This distressed Syne, who, like all none dragon related animals, had a deep fear of dragons and their kin. Well, firelizards didn’t bug him, he could probably take down a flitter if he had the jump on them. So Syne was violently hissing at Ethilask, his ‘ears’ lying down flat on his head. Both stopped to look at Lan, who was giving a rather nasty glare to both of them. His long term goal still was to get them to ignore each other but this was proving difficult. They had, however, come to understand that he was not to be trifled with when he wanted them to knock it off. So Ethilask sat down, looking like a very graceful young wher (who was quite pretty), and Syne merely moved to one side on his perch and sat quietly. Lan watched carefully for a few moments, then picked a rodent out of his bag and placed it on the perch for Syne. The bird went for it instantly, while Lan gave Ethilask a strong pat on her head. He had learned, rather quickly that there was something about the Wher that made physical affection very effective, and at the same time, it only worked if it was strong enough to be felt well. The thick hide she had was something of a disadvantage so he had to put some strength to the pets and rubs he gave her. Not that he could try that for too long, his arms would get tired. Still, it worked well to show more rapidly when he was pleased with her.
“Prrrrrrrrrrrrr” Ethilask rumbled with her favorite call, moving her head back and forth with a pleased look. Wasn’t she pretty? Yes, she was. Lan was just dying to be near her so she let him pet her. After a time he stopped and gave a series of whistles. She was starting to understand them, this one meaning, ‘I go, you stay’. Ethilask peered up at him as he gathered the bird and gave her one final pat before leaving. She didn’t move, merely waited. Lan was a creature of habit, and she was becoming used to the fact he came and went. Then he would come back and spend the rest of the night training her. “Prrrrr.”
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Lan, having put Syne away, started out into the halls of the lower caverns. Shards he felt like he was getting nowhere on that front. He wanted something he could do that wouldn’t mean Ethilask would snack on his favorite bird if he failed. He let out a deep sigh, still having forgotten to take of his glove he had been using to handle Syne. He hardly ever took it off now, if only because life was easier if he had something softer then Wher hide to push on if he needed. He started to wander, thinking of new ways to go about training.