Who

Th'bek, Agertha | Tavuqth, Kestrath

What

Agertha meets Th'bek and Tavuqth. Kestrath and Tavuqth have a disagreement over food.

Dragon food aggression

When

It is sunrise of the thirteenth day of the eighth month of the fifth turn of the 12th pass. It is the forty-third day of Summer and 99 degrees. Mercilessly bright, Rukbat's light heats the desert as a small dark cloud appears on the horizon.

Where

Pens

OOC Date 16 Aug 2015 04:00

 

OOC: Deadpool v. T-Rex. Let's watch.


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Pens

Here thar be pens, in a variety of shapes and sizes fit for all manner of beastie. The largest pens are those housing plump herdbeast for human or draconic consumption. A few of the smaller pens are unoccupied, though there are remnants of their former occupants still evident on ground and fence. The actual pens themselves are made of wood, stick, nail and twine. It's a slap-shod sort of place, kept together by dreams and good luck to hold fast against the winds. In each pen there are troughs for feed and water, and they appear again by the stableside.


A tithe of herdbeast arrived two days ago and Tavuqth is disposed to sample them. Size is irrelevant after a certain set figure so the sturdy brown by Rhiscorath and Shalnth terrorizes the animals just by being among them. Therapod haunches in blood-caked sepia keep forward momentum, and a trap of heavy jaws opens and shuts around a bovine. Th'bek seldom watches even within proximity, preferring his memories of living livestock to be free of ruin. The bellows are not so easy to block and he reminds the dragon to make it quick. Sometimes Tavuqth even concedes. Harsh-ridged and hungry, Tavuqth devours the animal in totality, crunching bones only when parring them from the body, then gulping the pieces. Horns and hooves have a scouring ability he sometimes pays for later. « Fair stock. Not much fight. »

Not caring if the herdbeasts are newly arrived or not, a young green drops like a stone out of the sky right on to the back of a herdbeast. Her rider makes her way closer to the pens, "Kes, can we not be so messy today?" Agertha asks as the green flips the animal over and begins to rip the stomach apart with as much mess as she can muster. « No. » is her only answer as the green feeds. Such a rotten thing to do, make one work extra hard in this heat.

Th'bek had an itinerary in his mind other than normal commitments and not dependent on any order. While his life-mate feeds Rev is addressing one of his 'to dos' that happens to be sprints. Utilizing the rails of fencing as markers the brownrider parallels their direction, touches the tips of his fingers to the dirt, and repeats the roughly 1/2 dragonlength several times. Tavuqth doesn't react to Kestrath initially, kicking back the last of the bovine, the mass visible through his throat once it passes the back of his tongue. Next, he approaches the young green at a dread gait, heavily ridged forehead presiding second to a fang-barbed snout.

Kestrath hisses at the approaching brown as she continues to make a mess of her morning meal. Agertha's only just finished morning drills, so she's not in any hurry to do any running, "Kes, be nice. He doesn't want your food," she thinks? « It's mine. You can't have any! » oh what a brat! Agertha sighs and steps on to the bottom rung of the fencing. Leaning way out she's just able to reach her dragon's snout which is then given a good smack, "I said stop that!" Which of course Kestrath does, but she still hisses softly as she eats. It's a Kestrath thing.

Oh yes, he does. Tavuqth, as a top carnivore, only has his own kind to compete with. Harassing the smaller ones is his right and their rite of passage. Welcome to Igen! Now this is where I take your food. He boasts an amount of his wing span, a small amount lifting off his shoulders and his wicked head lowered for first contact. "Tavuqth!" Th'bek's clarion shout has little alarm to it, more like he is announcing. Sprinting hacked short, Rev jogs slowly to the fenceline more to gradually slow his heart than need for imminent presence.

Kestrath resumes her more protective hissing, "Kes!" Agertha warns. Seems the larger brown isn't the only food aggressive dragon in the pens. Kestrath spreads her wings and raises herself up to the fullest extent of her height, « Mine! » she shouts at the top of her mind voice. Loud enough in fact to spook some of the nearer animals. Small she may be, but this green is not backing down.

When a weyrling Tavuqth's casus belli were largely limited to those of his clutch, more or less matched in size and more curious than bloodthirsty. Then Tavuqth filled his frame and horror factor, reveled in his gains. Th'bek's hand raises the latch at one of the fence openings. Steering clear of the stock, he puts out a jog again now for the two dragons. At double Kestrath's volume, Tavuqth is a short distance from seizing her kill before Rev inserts himself dead center of the agitated animals. Hi. "Away with ya." Heartbeats rushing each ear and throbbing in his neck, Rev has bonded with one of these beasts, but the sheer size and level of Tavuqth's teeth are an age-old fear archetype. Face red, hair wild, unsmiling, this is not his amused face. It's an easy thing for Tavuqth to lift his head above his human rider and he sits, then presses his belly to the ground, throwing Kestrath in shade scant yards away. Right here. Watching, no respite. Guard it for all its worth. Th'bek touches his temples then drops his hands, turning to see the young woman. "You must be Agertha."

Agertha nods as she moves to stand in front of Kestrath. Clearly the sharp smack to the muzzle wasn't enough, "Yes," is said in answer, her own arms spreading in front of Kestrath, "Stop it, now," is said firmly to the green. The tone used sounds like it's been used for a long time with the young dragon, it's said in such a firm no nonsense kind of way. Kestrath hisses her discontent, and hurridly gulps down the last of her kill. « Mine! » shouted at Tavuqth as she gives him the draconic equivalent of a glare.

Tavuqth has no words to his mindvoice, radio silence until there are flashes of lightning-quick colors like the lamp failing on a television set or show geared for seizures. Th'bek takes a long draught from the water canteen on his right, still thinking he should carry a second of alcohol on the other side. "Th'bek, of Arroyo. And Tavuqth," said predator named. "Four clutches back." Seeing Agertha, or any of the senior weyrlings, was also on the day's checklist. "I wasn't countin' on these exact circumstances, but wanted to introduce myself. Sorry about getting her riled." Tavuqth's tongue is gleaning blood from the dirt seeped from Kestrath's kill.

Agertha shrugs as she manages to back Kestrath down, "She'd have hissed at someone," is said, "Agertha, and that brat's Kestrath," the green skulks away to make another kill hissing with each step she takes. Agertha sighs, "I try to get her here when the pens are empty, but it doesn't always work out. She's not too bad with other greens and blues, or even the queens, but," shrug, "She thinks she's bigger than she is."

Something about a male that just brings the worst out in females. Th'bek thinks this only, activating a small but distracting smile. "Hunting abroad helps." Tavuqth's claws make furrows as he pushes himself up to resuming dogging the young green as a cursed shadow. "I was a 'second of my weyrling wing too." Grasping any bit of common ground after their dragons almost latched on one another. "How are you finding it, everything?" As Rukbat starts to climb Rev also positions an off-white scarf around his head and part of his face.

The brown is not forgotten, and Kestrath hisses warning at him to back off. Agertha watches her lifemate as she answers, "I'm not sure that there wasn't some kind of mistake made, but I'm told G'deon doesn't make mistakes," shrug, "Kes," warning called as the green spins to actively snarl at the brown trailing behind her, "He's bigger, heavier, and stronger than you. Knock it off!" Kestrath is not amused by being reprimanded, but she does turn back to stalking her prey.

Tavuqth could eat again but hasn't really the drive. Scavenging is fair game, as is pissing Kestrath off, stirring the herd in their limited space. "Maybe he did once, but now he just knows better." Speaking of the astute Weyrlingmaster. He had a little more something to impart for this encounter but his dragon's behavior is worth trimming the conversation. "Well met. I'm pulling him away to prep for Fall. Good luck, and if you need uh, anything, let us know." Perhaps he had a better farewell practiced too. True to Rev's word, Tavuqth soon steps over the fence to get a new set of straps installed.

Agertha nods as she watches Kestrath the green waits until Tavuqth's left to make her next kill. So unlike the green to quickly eat the poor beast, but that's what she does, "I," started but not finished as Th'bek is gone before Agertha can say anything more.

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