[Wher Run] This Is The Sound That We Make

[The_Muffin_Puppy]

Wher name: Mezask
Wher Colour: Green
Wher Height: 6'5''
Wher Build: Muscular
Wher Markings: Blaze (30%), Saddle (40%), Thylacine (20%), Points (60%)
Mezask's Stats
Hit points: 5
Strength: 6
Stamina: 6
Speed: 4
Dexterity: 4

The rest of her pack had run. Those that desired to anyway. They had chosen their mates for various reasons. Strength. Speed. Charm. Persistence. Different packsisters chose different features. Enjoying their own runs was important, but meanwhile Mezask had been gathering her own information. Noting the winners. The regular contenders. Unlike the others her run had a singular purpose. She would clutch. For the first time in turns the Weyr would have eggs of their own. With that in mind she had to choose the best mate. They couldn't be a strong brute, not a fast weakling. Mezask intended to test all of their abilities to determine the most suitable male to father her clutch.

Walking out of the barracks Mezask gave a thunderous roar. The sound echoed out across the mountains, and it was likely that several Weyr occupants were happy that this was the last night that their sleep would be disrupted by amorous whers. Her first summon made Mezask swiftly trotted from the Weyr. They should be able to feel it by now, the gathered males. So many of her pack had run. They surely had to sense that this was the final showing. From tomorrow they would all be chased from her territory. Some of her pack would likely start on the losers tonight. Those first to drop out and near enough that her packsisters could sniff them out. Her sisters were competent, Mezask trusted them with the task while she was otherwise occupied.

Once out of the Weyr she cast her eyes around at the rocky terrain. The Weyr was no place for this. With it's smooth ground and well-worn trails. For this Mezask needed to test even the most resolute of her suitors. A short echoing bark and the green began to head up the mountain. Their first trail would be to even reach where she intended to hold her contest. There would be no straight dashes or gentle slopes in this. For over thirty turns Mezask had patrolled these mountains. Every cave, every chasm, every loose cliff was memorised. All of the harshest aspects of her home would be pit against these strangers.

Only when she had climbed high enough did Mezask stop. Looking back she could see the Weyr in the distance, and the rocky mountainside where most of her suitors approached from. The ledge on which she stood wasn't big enough for two, but the dry gulch below allowed ample space for the males to gather. Another powerful bellow was the final summons she would give. Perhaps others would join later, but they were not her concern for now. The time was near, a choice had to be made.

Rules
- NPCs and PCs of all colours welcome
- Fort whers, visiting whers, even wild whers welcome
- This run will determine the father of the next wher clutch.
- Males start with +1 point for each previous run they took part in and +5 if they won.
- Each player may enter a maximum of three competitors
- Late entrants welcome

Gameplay
- Five rounds (There might be more if there's a tie at the end of round five)
- Each wher gets 20 points to split between Strength, Stamina, Speed, Dexterity and hit points. (Mezask has 25 points to reflect her dominance)
- Hit points determine how much damage your wher can take in this run. Up to you whether a 0 means they're too hurt to go on, or it just got too rough for them to want to continue.
- Each round a stat will be chosen. Mezask will roll a number of 4-sided dice equal to that stat. Males will also roll. They get points if their roll is higher than Mezask's.
- Each round lasts approximately 24 hours or until all competitors have taken part. You're free to post each round until Mezask has posted.
- Posts without rp won't be counted.
- If you miss a roll you will be awarded a zero, but are welcome to compete next round.

Entry Form:

[b]Wher name:[/b]
[b]Wher Colour:[/b]
[b]Wher Height:[/b]
[b]Wher Build:[/b]
[b]Wher Markings:[/b]
[b]Wher Stats[/b]
Hit points:
Strength:
Stamina:
Speed:
Dexterity:

 

[Earisa]

Wher name: Bursk
Wher Colour: Bronze
Wher Height: Huge
Wher Build: Muscular
Wher Markings: Orca (80%) Dun (80%) Blaze (20%) Fadded socks (40%)

Wher Stats
Hit points: 5
Strength: 6
Stamina: 4
Speed: 3
Dexterity: 2


Bursk was used to being alone, he proffered it. It had been many turns since he had been moved out into the fringes of civilization, having out grown his accommodations as well as his welcome. He had been deemed too hostile to be kept around too many people or animals, so rather then attempt to restrain him that had palmed him and his handler off onto anyone that wanted him.

The Fellis orchard in southern Fort had been perfect. It was fairly quiet, with maybe only a dozen families that really only bothered him around harvest times. All the pests he could chase and any wild wherries that tried roosting in the trees that he could catch. Life was good.

It had taken some time for a message to reach them about Fort Weyrs pack showing signs of heat, and taken even longer to travel. Late, but had not missed the main event. Bursk had heard the roar and was out of his holding pen without a second thought. Following bark and smell he made his way to the dry gulch where she stared down at them. He would have climbed but the presence of other males had him snarling territorialy. Could not turn his back to an opponent.  

[Revel1984]

Wher name: Herosk
Wher Colour: Brown
Wher Height: Tall for a brown but not huge
Wher Build: Very broad and muscular
Wher Markings: (incoming)

Wher Stats
Hit points: 6
Strength: 5
Stamina: 5
Speed: 2
Dexterity: 2

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Herosk was riled up, he was very ready, he didn't like losing, especially when he lost his last chase to, not only a blue, but a horrible WILD one at that. He snarled as he thought about it. When Mezask roared, he was more than ready and he roared back, both a reply to her and a challenge/warning to the other gathered males to not get in his way.

Unlike the last run, he was prepared this time, totally ready and on his feet the moment she moved away from the weyr with a sharp bark, he followed, respectfully as the chase hadn't started yet, carefully he picked his way, snapping if another male got too close, as they gathered below the green, he'd show her just what he was made of, no distractions this time.  

[The_Muffin_Puppy]

Mezask's Stats
Hit points: 5
Strength: 6
Stamina: 6
Speed: 4
Dexterity: 4

Males gathered and Mezask remained above them. Watching carefully as they gathered. Some already trying to curry her favour with displays of strength, posing, or trying to intimidate the competition. She gave them each their due consideration, so much as she saw it anyway. A variety of males had gathered to be judged by her. Mezask knew this was because many had been brought by their handlers, a wild run wouldn't summon this many males into her territory. Her pack had more choice than most would ever be allowed, and she intended to make as much use of this as possible.

Digging her claws into the stone beneath her Mezask bellowed to gather their attention. It was time. If they wanted to prove themselves then they needed to do so now. There would be no more chances. How they performed tonight would be how they were measured. Were they up to the task? Broadcasting her intentions Mezask made her feelings clear. Only one could stand above the others. Through muscle, teeth, or claw, they needed to make themselves number one in her eyes. Be the only one she would acknowledge. Mezask would only allow the best to join her.

Snarling she leapt from her ledge and bolted across the rocky terrain. It was relatively flat in comparison to where she could take them. For now she knew none would be stupid enough to try and grab her prematurely. She had more than enough strength to fight them off and her other suitors would likely rip him apart. Now this stretch favoured speed, and those ambitious enough to use the terrain to their advantage. The gulch forced the herd together. Forced the males into close proximity. They were as much a trial for each other as the terrain. Her packsisters had kept their run mostly bloodless. Mezask had no compunction about inciting their aggressive tenancies. Her eggs need to be strong enough to endure, smart enough to survive, and brave enough to fight.

Round 1: Opening Sprint
Roll Speed

Optional: You may declare one attack per round in addition to your round roll. You can respond as many times as necessary.
Roll to Attack
1. Declare your target in bold
2. Roll Strength
3. This is your attack damage

Respond
1. Defend or dodge
Defend - Roll strength
Dodge - Roll dexterity
2. Subtract roll total from attack damage.
3. Subtract remainder from hit points.

Successfully landing a hit scores +2
Completely deflecting a hit scores +2
Reducing a suitor to 0 hit points and knocking them out of the run scores +5  

[TawnyAngel]

Wher name: CrackFang
Wher Colour: Blue
Wher Height: 5'6"
Wher Build: Lean
Wher Markings: Very faint faded socks and blaze
Wher Stats
Hit points: 4
Strength: 2
Stamina: 5
Speed: 5
Dexterity: 4

Fresh from his second victory this season of runs CrackFang raised his head and bellowed a throaty reply to the Matriarch's call. There she was, climbing up on high, and he climbed after her with quick movements and glittering violet eyes. She was the strongest of them, the greatest of them, and if he wanted her to choose him he would have to put all of his hearts into the chase!

As he drew near CrackFang realised that she was not inviting them to stand level with her, no there was a place bellow for them to gather and wait and watch. Here there were males he knew and males he did not know; he spared a glance and a snort for the brown who had contended with him in the last run, a longtime rival for many things, but most of his attention remained on the green above them.

And now it was time, the green barked her final call and her mind touched theirs and then - then she was away! CrackFang bugled elation, desire, and challenge all in one and sprang away in pursuit along the narrow gully.  

[Earisa]

Bronze Bursk Stats
Hit points: 5
Strength: 6
Stamina: 4
Speed: 3
Dexterity: 2


Even as she roared Bursk kept his eyes on the other suitors, taking chase only when the others turned to chase. It wouldn't put him in the lead but he would have less to watch at his back, a sacrifice he was willing to make this early in the run. He was confident that his size, strength and stamina would make up for it.  

[The_Muffin_Puppy]

Fodder Boys
(Can't win so feel free to beat up)

Wher name: Grensk
Wher Colour: Bronze
Grensk's Stats
Hit points: 5
Strength: 5
Stamina: 5
Speed: 3
Dexterity: 2

Grensk was a big wher and he intended to win by whatever means necessary. As Mezask took off the burly bronze thundered after her, roughly shoving aside any unfortunate enough for him to throw his weight at. It was ridiculous pretending that all these smaller whers had a chance. They were just here to make him look better. The bigger bronzes at least provided a challenge, as did the largest browns. Even the biggest blue wasn't intimidating to Grensk. He'd be the last option for Mezask, either by outlasting all the competition or by taking them out himself.

Grensk round one score: 5

Wher name: Scarback
Wher Colour: Brown
Ritalsk's Stats
Hit points: 4
Strength: 4
Stamina: 4
Speed: 4
Dexterity: 4

This was way too many whers in one place and Scarback hated it. Female whers were rare in the wild, so you went where the females were, but even this felt like a bit too much. Taking on one male he could do. Maybe even a few. His size allowed him to scare off most smaller males before a fight even started. There was no way he could intimidate in a group this size. He wondered if Mezask was even aware of all of them. He would have to last long enough to start taking out the males that remained. Surely plenty would fall by the wayside as they chased the green.

Scarback round 1 score: 10

Wher name: Viosk
Wher Colour: Brown
Viosk's Stats
Hit points: 4
Strength: 2
Stamina: 3
Speed: 6
Dexterity: 5

The narrow gully wasn't Viosk's ideal arena. He liked to stay out of the way of his opponents. Getting barrelled over wasn't the best way to start things off. The brown made an effort to keep low to the ground as he could, staying out of sight of the bigger and in his opinion stupider males. Viosk could cause all sorts of issues from down here. A snap at an ankle here, a tail between the feet there. The wher caused several stumbles as the rabble was forced together, and even one scrap if those snarls were anything to go by. Oh well, less competition for him.

Viosk round 1 score: 16  

[Earisa]

Bronze Bursk Stats
Hit points: 5
Strength: 6
Stamina: 4
Speed: 3
Dexterity: 2



The first in his way was a pesky wild blue, CrackFang. Such little whers had no right to feel so self important concidering the stakes. Lashing out with his teeth, the Bronze lunged for the base of the blue's tail. It might not be enough to scare him away, or even put him out of the contest, but it would send a warning to get out of his way.

TawnyAngel

 

[TawnyAngel]

Earisa

Bronze Bursk Stats
Dodge!

CrackFang Stats
Hit points: 2/4
Strength: 2
Stamina: 5
Speed: 5
Dexterity: 4

As a bronze lashed out at him CrackFang snarled and tried to weave out of his way but the larger male's fangs still sank into his tail, and the blue snarled in pain and anger before he managed to shake off the assault and push on ahead after the Matriarch.  

[TawnyAngel]

Wher name: Nsk
Wher Colour: Brown
Wher Height: 7'5"
Wher Build: Overmuscled
Wher Markings: Heavy soot with minor faded socks
Wher Stats
Hit points: 6
Strength: 6
Stamina: 5
Speed: 1
Dexterity: 2

Nsk had been enjoying this season of runs very much; too many other males (any other males was too many other males) but all of the greens made up for it. His human seemed to be happy with the situation too, an excuse to hang around the Weyr and have their own fun, so it was a double win from his perspective.

Although he hadn't been successful in a run so far Nsk had avoided getting hurt too badly, only a scrape or two, and so he felt most ready for this chase with Mezask. As the chase began he gave a throaty bass bellow and lumbered into action, Nsk was a very slow wher but once he got going he had the momentum of a landslide.  

[TawnyAngel]

Nsk Attack Grensk
Hit points: 6
Strength: 6
Stamina: 5
Speed: 1
Dexterity: 2

As he started to gather speed Nsk found himself pressed close to a bronze; eyes flashing red he bellowed at his rival and lashed out with one powerful paw, claws fully extended with every intention of rending the other male's flank.

The_Muffin_Puppy

 

[The_Muffin_Puppy]

Defending Against Attack

Grensk's Stats
Hit points: 5
Strength: 5
Stamina: 5
Speed: 3
Dexterity: 2

A bellow from beside him had Grensk's head wiping around with a savage snarl. This presumptuous brown thought to threaten him? How dare he?! The claws glanced along his thigh, but left barely any damage on his thick hide. Grensk snarled again, pride rushing through him. Foolish brown, he would pay for his misjudgement.

TawnyAngel

 

[The_Muffin_Puppy]

Grensk Attack Nsk

Grensk's Stats
Hit points: 5
Strength: 5
Stamina: 5
Speed: 3
Dexterity: 2

Twisting his neck Grensk snapped at the brown. He aimed for Nsk's shoulder with a snarl. He might not his his mark, but he'd settle for a wing or any part of the brown's back. So long as teeth met flesh he would be satisfied.

TawnyAngel