Post by Zen on May 3, 2021 3:10:00 GMT -5
Asheryn :: Green Ashesk
Today’s lecture had to do with the mating habits of whers, how humans could control them to an extent for more selective breeding, and how the entire affair affected their handlers. Galderran had been giving them all something of a crash course in whers while they waited for their eggs to hatch but today - tonight? - was the first time he’d broached this particular subject. Galderran’s big bronze was always in attendance during his lessons, all the better to get them used to being in close proximity with the beasts. Asheryn had worked around the whers at Mavros a bit, but never up close and personal. The beast had special goggles on that shielded his eyes from the glows lighting the room, and the fire that served to keep them and their eggs warm during the lesson.
Asheryn glanced over at the crate of sand she’d carted in with her little egg sitting atop, surrounded by the rest of the clutch nearest the fire to keep them nice and heated. According to Galderran they should be hatching before the sevenday was out, so they’d all been advised to stay close to them, and if they had to leave them, not to do it for long. Waiting for the eggs to hatch had been rather torturous thus far in Asheryn’s opinion. Half the time she worried she’d screwed up and killed her egg, but laying her hands on it always reassured her of the still living presence inside. She just wanted to meet the silly creature already.
She was about to turn her attention back to the lesson when she could have sworn she saw her egg shift. She stared at it intensely, thoroughly distracted and not at all hearing whatever Galderran happened to be explaining at the moment. But she didn’t notice any further movement and wondered if she was just being paranoid because she knew it would happen soon. She sighed, about to turn back again when the egg jerked. She stood from her seat, causing Galderran to stop speaking and look at her curiously, but she didn’t notice, still staring at the egg. She was sure it had moved that time!
“Asheryn?”
Her name drew her attention to the man briefly, and she gestured toward the fire, “I think my egg moved.”
The monster of a man moved over to the eggs quickly to inspect them, and was just as soon hurrying back to the front of the room where a bucket was piled with chunks of meat. They’d been keeping one near for the last couple days in anticipation, though so far the chunks had just been fed to adult whers before the meat could go bad, as each day passed without any sign of the hatching starting, “Get your eggs and keep your knife out. As I’ve told you, you’ll need to coat some of this meat with your own blood to make the bond. Just as soon as your hatchling’s out of the shell, start shoving meat in its mouth. It won’t take long to fill them, small as they’ll be. Then they’ll sleep.” He moved around to each of the 8 soon to be handlers, dumping a pile of meat in front of them, “And try not to let them get your fingers while they’re at it, eh?”
Asheryn, already on her feet, hurried over to grab her egg up into her arms, feeling a definite movement from within. Taking her seat, now with a pile of meat in front of her as well, she settled the egg in her lap and steadied it with one hand while the other pulled her knife from her belt, setting it beside the meat in front of her. She didn’t really care what everyone else was doing, all that mattered was her little egg and the way it was starting to crack as it rocked in her lap. Bits of shell began to fall away until finally a pale green head popped out, wailing a demand - for food, Asheryn imagined. While the little green continued to work to free herself completely from her egg, Asheryn took up her knife and made a small cut on her hand, picking up a few pieces of the meat to coat in the welling blood.
Such an odd little ritual, this was. As the shell broke into smaller pieces and the green wher in her lap tried to push to unsteady paws, she did as Galderran had said and shoved a piece of meat into the hatchling’s still demanding mouth. She wasn’t even sure the green chewed or just swallowed it whole, and she gave her more, careful of her fingers as Galderran had warned, the green snapping hungrily, carelessly, for more. However, when she realized where Asheryn was getting the meat from, she simply tried to clamber up onto the table to get to it herself. Asheryn held her back and the green growled unhappily, but she just stuffed more meat into her mouth and it quieted her easily enough. She couldn’t help but grin, feeling the subtle, odd meeting of their minds, “You’re mine now, little one.” No. You mine, the green returned with another little growl, and Asheryn laughed. More. More now, came another demand as the green snapped at her hand impatiently.
NAME: Ashesk
COLOR: Green
AGE: Hatchling (Month 11)
HANDLER: Asheryn
SPEAKING COLOR: b4e1be
APPEARANCE: This green will be 9 feet long at full growth. Small and dainty, as far as whers go anyway, this green is much sleeker than the typical wher and would honestly be labeled something of a breeding failure for her lack of a decent muscular build, essential for mining OR guarding stock whers, so could be classified as a runt. She is a very pale sage green, ever so slightly lighter on her undersides. She has darker, jade green markings in stripes along her neck and tail and strange almost flame-like markings along her sides, with her forelegs being near fully colored in this jade green, and surrounding these jade markings are brighter, minty colored markings.
PERSONALITY: Sassy, Brave, Judgemental
This green may be small, but what she lacks in size she makes up for in attitude. She is brave to the point of stupidity and won’t back down from any challenge unless her handler makes her. She would face down a gold dragon, snarling, snapping, and spitting insults, and feel no fear, despite the fact that the much larger beast could swallow her whole. She finds fault with almost everyone and will become known for her biting insults. When it comes to her job, she is a hard worker, though her abrasive nature may cause her to take a bit longer to learn new things if they are not presented to her in the right way.
COLOR: Green
AGE: Hatchling (Month 11)
HANDLER: Asheryn
SPEAKING COLOR: b4e1be
APPEARANCE: This green will be 9 feet long at full growth. Small and dainty, as far as whers go anyway, this green is much sleeker than the typical wher and would honestly be labeled something of a breeding failure for her lack of a decent muscular build, essential for mining OR guarding stock whers, so could be classified as a runt. She is a very pale sage green, ever so slightly lighter on her undersides. She has darker, jade green markings in stripes along her neck and tail and strange almost flame-like markings along her sides, with her forelegs being near fully colored in this jade green, and surrounding these jade markings are brighter, minty colored markings.
PERSONALITY: Sassy, Brave, Judgemental
This green may be small, but what she lacks in size she makes up for in attitude. She is brave to the point of stupidity and won’t back down from any challenge unless her handler makes her. She would face down a gold dragon, snarling, snapping, and spitting insults, and feel no fear, despite the fact that the much larger beast could swallow her whole. She finds fault with almost everyone and will become known for her biting insults. When it comes to her job, she is a hard worker, though her abrasive nature may cause her to take a bit longer to learn new things if they are not presented to her in the right way.