C'zar chuckles..Asarith wakes to peer about again, tail curling about his lifemates leg.
     Caz rubs the ronze's leathery hide while he smiles, "How long till they kin feed themselves?".

     Karise mulls looking them over. "Well, they're as bout as big as they need to be to take
     down a couple a beast." Lips quirk once, before she nods. "About now, if they're feeling
     hungry."

     C'zarlifts a brow with a surprised look, "Serious?".

     C'zar winks at Tam, "know a time when they /aren't/ hungry?". Well when they sleep maybe.

     Tam looks up in surrpise. "Really? They're old enough?" She looks dubiously at Timoth,
     who's still reveling in her scritching. "You think they'd know how?"

     Karise raises brows at that, and peers over to the pens. A few smaller beasts, as she
     glances back. "Hm? Oh, they know how, if they're hungry enough. Instinct. Just don't let
     them gorge. Having dinner roaming about them might think it's okay to snag one too many."

     Asarith rumbles deep in his throat head tilted curiously at Caz. "Hey..easy..", the 'ling gazes
     up at Karise. "Now?". Takes some adjusting to thinking of the thing you adore killing
     something else.

     Jiyuth slits an eyelid, showing off an orb tinged with red. Food. Now there's a novel idea.

     Timoth tilts head in puzzlement, not sure he understands the images going through his
     lifemate's head. Tam merely smiles and carreses his nose. "Don't worry, dear. Gonna learn
     something new today."

     Karise nods, as she glances back. "Sure... can't see why not. Cres?" The green simply
     snorts. She's had her fill thankyouverymuch. "Well. if you all will follow me..." And off she
     goes.

     <Asarith>  <<BW-lings>> Like a set of smooth airy pipes with an echo of a giggle, you
     sense, Jiyuth envisions a herd of beasts, running away in terror, while her mind touch is
     tinged with enjoyment.

     Jiyuth hefts her body up and  manages to spring into the air.  With a little glide, she's off to
     the pens.

     <Asarith>  <<BW-lings>> As heady spices scent the air, a tantiliazing odor of /something/
     you can't quite pinpoint, Timoth is happy. <<We're going to chase things!>>

     C'zar is nudged quickly to his feet by Asarith, "Fer someone who was full yer awful
     anxious", the bronze is eagerly rumbling..sniffing the air..wondering what they are going to
     find. Funny looking four legs? Ok.

     Jiyuth waddles into the Feeding Grounds, your nose wrinkling at the smell.
     Timoth's whirl in excitment as he nudges Tam forward. She laughs and allows him to push
     her towards the feeding pens.

     Tam breaths deep as she leaves the feeding grounds.

     Karise strides into the Feeding Grounds, your nose wrinkling at the smell.

     Feeding Grounds
     The pens of roaming herdbeasts lie to the left while the pens of wherries are on the right.
     The thick musk of their hides permeates the very air of the feeding grounds.  Dark red
     stains on the stone floor here mark where many of these animals have met their fate in the
     deadly maws of draconian devourers.
     At the back of the feeding pens, you can see the wooden stables where the animals find
     some refuge from the weather.  The gated fence is always locked when it's not in use and
     the path to and from the stable is quite worn for it is in constant use.

     With full night consuming the eastern sky, Rukbat silently dips below the western horizon.
     A furious rain pelts mercilessly down, striking the ground with hard splats.  The water forms
     an opaque sheet, obscuring the sky and everything else around.
     You see Jiyuth, Asarith, and Timoth here.
     Karise is here.
     Obvious exits:
     Bowl     Weyrling Area

     Tam arrives from the Werylings area, his nose wrinkling at the stench here.

     Jiyuth landed between the pens, as if deciding just what to dine on. Wherry? Herdbeast?
     Wherry? Herdbeast? Green head swivels back and forth, back and forth.

     Asarith gleaming orbs whirl faster, he settles back on his haunches in the mug,
     alert...watching..waiting, talons raking gouges in the soft mud in the ground. He watches
     Jiyuth...

     Timoth tilts head in confusion. Why aren't we chasing them? he seems to be asking. Eye's
     whirl yellow in slight apprehension.

     Jiyuth finally decides, herdbeast it is.  Furiously spinning orbs focus on a good sized buck,
     milling a bit off to the side of the herd. That's the one, just look at that rump.

     C'zar wipes rain from his eyes..watching as Asarith's hide glistens even more. He presses
     his back against the pen, shoulders tense.

     *Clang...Clatter* The green hurls herself at the buck and lands where is back is...er..was or
     should be, with a squelch.  Jiyuth looks slightly confused as she sinks into the mud, turning
     back to face the herd. Now whyever did it move? *Jingle..*

     Tam leans her arms on the fence of the pens, watching the dragon and dragonets with
     curiousity. She smiles gently at Timoth, aware of his anxiety, and soothes him softly with
     her thoughts. She then giggles at Jiyuth's bell.

     Asarith rumbles curious, so that's how it's done huh? Good ole Auntie Jiyuth. ;) Caz just
     watches to see what the dragonets will do, a small herdbeast bellows in fear, slipping and
     sliding in the mud running past Asarith and the bronze lunges after it instinctively, eyes
     tinging with red as they speed up in anticipation. The bronze just clips the small herdbeast
     on the hind leg, it gets away but Asarith gets a taste of the blood.

     Timoth squawks in utter denial, not believing what he's seeing. /That's/ where food comes
     from?!? He begins to slip backwards in the mud, looking for reassurance from his lifemate.

     C'zar jolts in surprise at the bronze's enjoyment of the taste. "Shards, he likes it!", he blurts
     out.

     Karise coughs, before she winks. "What did you think? He wouldn't?"

     C'zar chuckles, a bit embarassed as he shrugs, "Umm..dunno."

     A lone stringy looking herdbeast continues to doze amidst the furor of it's fellows,
     oblivisious to all.  Jiyuth hones in on the animal, crouching down, tail slashing the air
     behind her, along with a bit of mud.  Creep..*Jingle*...creeeeeep...*jangle*. The beast
     continues to drowse, seems someone's found a deaf victim.  Slightly distracted by Asarith's
     attempt, Jiyuth turns back to her quarry, this time making a dead hit.  Talons sink into the
     beasts back, before she flings it over with obvious practice. Teeth gnash at the throat,
     ripping it open with a spray of blood. Not one to waste, the green drinks the offering down
     with a belly deep rumble.

     Karise laughs, pushing her hair from her eyes. "Well... believe me... they tend to send just
     how good it tastes to you. Just be lucky they don't try to share."

     Tam is surprised by her dragonet's query. "Of course that's where your food comes from."
     She blinks in astonishment. "He's shocked. Timoth is actually shocked." She looks at her
     brown with a smile. "Yes dear, that's how it's done."

     After draining the animal of blood, Jiyuth hauls her catch off to the side, before carefully
     and exactly rending it to pieces. A hunk of rump here, a few crunches of leg bones, hmm
     don't forget the entrails, kids!

     Timoth actually looks green around his neck. He's not quite sure this whole thing feels
     right. But his lifemate keeps reassuring him.......He swallows at the crunching sound,
     knowing where it came from.

     Asarith tosses his head, bugling defiantly at the escaping beast, oh /dare/ he! He flicks his
     tongue out tasting the blood..yes he's got to have more. Sharp talons dig deep into the
     mug, determined to get a good foothold before lunging, glistening bronzey wings outstretch
     and flap at his sides to help stabilize him. He's halted by the motion of Jiyuth, very
     impressive..more determined than ever...the fresh blood becomes him. With a raging creel
     he lunges forward to get the small, limping herdbeast.
     Sllllllurrrp. Entrails!

     C'zar swallows hard, nodding to Karise..a shudder going over him. Dark eyes shift to

     Timoth for a moment then follow Asarith.

     Tam continues to encourage him. "Tim, that's how it's done. Really it is. Now look at
     Asarith. See? That's the way things are. The beasts are there to feed you, dearest. Won't
     you try to follow him?"

     Timoth peers a little anxiously, not quite into the blood thing as his clutchbrother apparently
     is. He does, however, watch and his eyes begin to whirl orange red as the smells begin to
     take on a new meaning and instinct begins to take over.

     Asarith eagerly snatches at the bloody thigh that's /right/ in front of his muzzle. His talons
     rake the flesh open, exposing the bone, still the beast bellers pitifully, trying to get away.
     Eyes tinged with more red Asarith growls at the obstinate beast, biting at it's soft
     stomach..he coughs, surprised at the fur.

     Karise settles up on the side of the fence, watching curiously. "If the sight of blood gets to
     anyone, let me know." She's seen it for too long, personally, on her end. Blood, blood,
     blood.

     Tam looks over at Caz, eyes widening at his dark look and grins a little weakly. "Umm, I
     think I have Timoth convinced," she then tells Karise.

     C'zar is grasping the fence looking rather disgusted. He's not sure whether to laugh at
     Asarith's dislike for the fur or turn and heave his guts up. "No fur don't feel nice", he shouts
     to his lifemate then cringes as the bronze rakes the beasts belly open...blood, guts..spilling
     out. "SHARDS, Kill it first would ya!", Caz bellows looking very ill.

     Timoth takes a deep breath and peers at the herd, hide quivering slightly - whether in
     excitement or fear, only his lifemate knows. Jeweled eyes scan the milling beasts,
     attempting to find one that he can catch. Timoth's attention is suddenly riveted to a smallish
     beast that has somehow been sepaarted in the scuffle to get away from the feeding
     dragons. With surprising speed, he manages to launch at it, talons extended, catching the
     unsuspecting creature in the back. Nails tear and wrench the thing to the ground. Timoth
     then stares dumbly at it, wondering what to do next.

     Tam actually cheers from the fence for her brown. "You did it darling! Come on now, watch
     Jiyuth and Asarith!"

     Asarith tears and rips, muffled trumpets of delight echoing about the feeding pens, putting
     the other animals into a frenzy. Jaws open and he takes a great bite at the warm flesh,
     raking his head from side to side getting blood all over his head, chest, neck and forelimbs.
     "It's /throat/", Caz hollers with a squeaky sounding voice.

     <Asarith>  <<BW-lings>> Like a set of smooth airy pipes with an echo of a giggle, you
     sense, Jiyuth tosses out a vision of blood, accompanying with the feeling of satiated
     hunger. <<Eat it.>> She states flatly, a bit confused by the brown's lack of action.

     <Asarith>  <<BW-lings>> Uttering rich baritones mingled with musky scents of ancient
     incense, Asarith wallows in the delightful taste of warm blood and flesh, <<YUM!>>

     Timoth smells the blood, a familiar smell and with a slight roar, tears into the beast's throat
     with his teeth, ripping the tendons out in one tear. Blood rushes out and his nose is
     covered, but the taste is.....amazing! This is how it's done! With relish, the brown drinks
     deeply, teeth crunching on the spinal cord as he goes in for more.

     <Asarith>  <<BW-lings>> As heady spices scent the air, a tantiliazing odor of /something/
     you can't quite pinpoint, Timoth slurps in astonishment. <<This is /really/ good!>>

     Tam chuckles from the sidelines, pleased that her dragonet has finally accepted this part of
     his nature. She turns towards C'zar with an exultant grin, when she notices his green
     complexion. "Caz? You okay?" she asks with concern.

     Jiyuth waddles away from the pile of hooves and such that are left.  Long tongue manages
     to nearly sweep her face clean, before she settles back down for a nap.

     Asarith rakes at the beasts throat with his teeth, ripping it wide..triumphant at last! He
     sucks lustily at the blood then gets a good grip on it and drags it towards Caz who is
     looking more horrified by the moment. His eyes widen ..."NO! You /can't/ take it to the
     couch!". The bronze croons oddly, not understanding then sets to ripping at the fresh meat,
     right at Caz's feet.

     Timoth contiues to feed, tearing away at the furry hide, noting Asarith's comment earlier,
     and getting to the warm entrails within the chest. Muzzle is streaked with blood as first a
     heart, then a lung is greedily sucked up and enjoyed.

     C'zar is utterly mortified as his stomach jolts, he mutters something about being sick and
     stumbles away through the mud.

     Tam watches after him, chuckling in sympathy. "Oh Caz, I think I have something in the
     infirmary for your....upset stomach?" She looks up at Karise with a grin. "Wow. I can
     actually enjoy this through Timoth's bond. How strange."

     Bond or no bond, Caz is /not/ enjoying this..Asarith on the other hand is chewing on huge
     chunks of meat, ripping with his jaws and talons..he warbles over to Timoth with a bloody
     draconic smug smile. Good stuff this.

     Timoth finishes the appetizer, and now attacks the main course. Muscles are shredded
     from bones as the once timid brown now rips meat from the beast with warbles of sheer
     pleasure back at Asarith. Then, he trumpets to his lifemate and she giggles and laughs in
     response to his enjoyment.

     Talina arrives from the Werylings area, her nose wrinkling at the stench here.

     Talina slogs over thru the mud, passing by a green C'zar. "Um..is he ok?" she asks Tam,
     brown eyes taking in the whole scene.

     C'zar will just empty his dinner while Asarith eats. He groans.."Uhh, how often we gotta go
     through this?", calls over his shoulder.

     Tam peers with sympathy at the sick bronze rider. "Ummmmm. Probably will just lose his
     lunch, I think," she murmurs quietly to Talina.

     Talina leans up against the fence, as she calls over to Caz. "No one said you had to
     watch..." though she glances at Karise through narrow eyes, or did they. "Next time just
     stay in the barracks.."

     Karise mulls. Once every few days." She finally glances over to C'zar, before quietly
     mentioning, "Want to leave?" Maybe not seeing this would help.

     C'zar swallows hard, he wipes his face and slips out.

     You wander over to the middle of the bowl.

     Southern Bowl
     The walls of the weyr extends high to all sides, casting their shadows over the bowl as
     Rukbat rises and sets.  To the east lies the walled front of the weyrling training area, the
     grounds scarred by flame and scratched from the talons of young dragons.  Ahead lies the
     feeding grounds, where the milling herdbeasts and wherries are stabled.  The lake is just
     off to the southwest, the air blowing a cool current off it's waters.  A dark, maw like archway
     leading out of the bowl and into the tunnels within the Weyr stands out against the western
     wall.  The stone floor of the bowl is scratched from repeated take offs and landings, trails of
     sand coming off the lakeshore, and various other signs of the passage of Bahrain Weyr's
     inhabitants.

     With full night consuming the eastern sky, Rukbat silently dips below the western horizon.
     A furious rain pelts mercilessly down, striking the ground with hard splats.  The water forms
     an opaque sheet, obscuring the sky and everything else around.
     Obvious exits:
     Central Bowl     Lakeshore     Weyrling Area     Feeding Grounds     Tunnel

     <Asarith>  Talina nods to Tam, noting that the healer's holding up just fine. "So how'd they
     do? It's fairly common for the dragonets to botch their first try.."
     In the feeding grounds, Talina nods to Tam, noting that the healer's holding up just fine.
     "So how'd they do? It's fairly common for the dragonets to botch their first try.."

     Karise strides out of the feeding grounds.

     In the feeding grounds, Asarith crooons curiously at Caz, hey..it's great stuff this. Hmmph.
     He drags the carcass towards the entrance of the pens, still gnawing and sucking at the
     blood..delicious!

     C'zar presses his face against the side of the pens...so embarassed.

     "It is disconcerting the first couple of times." Karise forgets at times that not everyone's
     weyrbred. "And there's nothing to be ashamed about. I'm sure Tenneba can give you
     something for your stomach, as well."

     In the feeding grounds, Timoth crunches loudly as a few bones get stuck in the meat he's
     chewing. He looks back down, and seeing no more left, gingerly licks his face clean of all
     traces of blood. Then he pads over to Tam who watches his appraoch with  a grin. "Yes
     you are, my love. I'm so proud of you!" she tells him. She glances over her shoulder as Caz
     leaves and chuckles. "I guess being a healer helped me in this situation." Then, hearing
     Talina's question, she laughs. "Actually, he wouldn't attack one at first. Thought it was
     wrong somehow. Had to reassure him and point out Asarith and Jiyuth to him before he'd
     even try."

     C'zar lifts his pale face, "Just hit m'gut the way he likes it an all then..all..", he shakes his
     head remembering all the bloody guts. "S'ok..I'll be fine". He lowers himself to sit on the
     ground.

     In the feeding grounds, Talina smiles at the brown, "Well, Timoth, seems you figured out
     what to do.." Her eyes settle on the drowzing green, widening at the sight of something.
     "She /caught/ something with that thing on?"

     In the feeding grounds, Asarith rolls on his side in the mud, tummy full and distended with
     blood and meat. He licks his face then forepaws...croooning, wondering why Caz doesn't
     like it as much as him.

     In the feeding grounds, Tam looks and laughs. "Indeed. Apparently there are a few deaf
     herdbeasts for Jiyuth to hunt down." She reaches over the pen's fence and scritches
     Timoth's eyeridges. He croons softly in repsonse.

     Karise settles nearby, leather creaking as she shifts. "Aye... but it's just like you enjoying a
     meal." She won't add that his dragon just happens to like the living, breathing type of
     meal.... but anywho. "Are you sure you're okay?"

     In the feeding grounds, Talina shakes her head in wonder, "But of course when I've a few
     marks settled on her, she misses..."  Small shoulders shrug, as the rider turns back to the
     barracks, "Well just wanted to see how it was going...Need to head back and fiddle with
     some hides again.."

     In the feeding grounds, Timoth yawns sleepily as Tam echos it. "Oh my. I think that frenzy
     has lkeft me tired again." She grins at Talina. "If you'll excuse Tim and I....?"