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Post by Ӊ ӑ z ҿ on Apr 15, 2010 10:08:51 GMT -5
»♦« Thorgrim »♦«
Dead star shine Light up the sky I'm all out of breath My walls are closing in Days go by Give me a sign Come back to the end The shepherd of the damned
(Give me a sign) There's something buried in the words (Give me a sign) Your tears are adding to the flood (Just give me a sign) there's something buried in the words (Give me a sign) Your tears are adding to the flood
» ♦ Lyrics ~ Give Me A Sign, by Breaking Benjamin ♦ «[/i][/center] Sunlight filtered though the canopy of emerald greeny that formed from the boughs and branches of the great forest trees. That light fragmented into many rays of gold, illuminating the hazy utopia which thrived beneath it. Insects and critters scattered amongst the undergrowth. Foliage waved to and fro in the wind. Birds flew from tree to tree, as if participating in a game of hide and seek. It was through this place that Thorgrim walked. A trail of footsteps, imprinted in the mud and dirt upon which he walked, snaked after him. Thorgrim stopped, and, squinting slightly, looked up at the ceiling of leaves and boughs far above him. It was late-morning - almost noon - and here he was, in a place where he shouldn't be.
To be honest, he was supposed to be attending to one of his many duties back at the peaceful village of Berk, but, no, he decided to spend his time here, in the quiet and tranquility of Mother Nature. Why? Part of him wanted to get away from the village - to temporarily escape his life there - and another part simply came here for the stress-relieving peace this place offered. Letting out a content sigh, he continued walking, his boots leaving behind that same trail of footprints that would forever follow him.
[/color][/size] "Just another morning, I guess..." [/blockquote][/blockquote][/center]
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Post by steampunkepsilon on Apr 15, 2010 10:25:10 GMT -5
SETCHER
Fight fire with fire...
Stupid, stupid, stupid.....
The crisp morning air wafted between the trees of the tightly-packed forest, narrow foot-trails winding through them marred wih hoofprints, pawprints, footsteps from various adventurous humans that had wandered through the area before now. The sunlight was burningly bright even down here in the shadows. Setcher groaned to himself, holed up beneath an outrcropping of rock and curled up, wings over his head in an attempt to block out the painful amount of light.
He shifted uncomfortably, his side still feeling the burns from his unfortunate encounter the night previous. If he hadn't been so careless... wandering onto another dragon's territory. A Monstrous Nightmare, as the humans called them. The other had not very highly appreciated his trespassing, and had paid him dearly for it. He let out a long grumble, shifting his feet underneath him and pulling his wings back. He needed food. Severely. His stomach groaned, only emphasizing his pains. He'd have to fly in broad daylight -- he wasn't elated about the fact, but he was going to have to anyways. He slowly crept out from his niche, looking around with narrowed eyes before slinking along one of the footpaths.
...Fight water with electricity
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Post by Ӊ ӑ z ҿ on Apr 15, 2010 10:42:03 GMT -5
It was a strange thing, now that Thorgrim thought about it. Ever since the slaying of the Green Death by the hands of Hiccup and his dragon, Toothless, Berk had seen times where humans and dragons lived in perfect unity - under a peaceful alliance that served to strengthen the bond between the two. The strange thing was, though, that dragons seemed so...so foreign to him, despite the common sighting he had had of them. Those who had seen him gave him little attention, and, on the rare occasion that he'd pluck up the courage to near one, he'd receive a gesture that was far less than welcoming. All this had led him to believe that he was a person that dragons in general found less than favourable. But why? His brain wracked itself in trying to answer this question, even more so when it couldn't find one.
Thorgrim let out a sigh, kicking a nearby stone, which sent it hurtling across the ground and into the trunk of a nearby tree. It wasn't that he was anxious or, dare he even say it, depressed - that was hardly the case. It was just that, lately, things had been getting stressful, and, at times, he had wished he had remained a child - careless and carefree, without being weighed down with tasks and responsibilities.
Continuing his walk, Thorgrim awoke from his reverie and sat down on a nearby fallen tree trunk, folding his large arms over his legs. A beam of sunlight sent a shadow stooping behind Thorgrim's ample form as he sat there, thinking about things. One of his thoughts involved the prospect of him ever taming a dragon, or, even more, a dragon accepting him. He doubted such a time so much he wanted to laugh, but the more daring side of him - the more optimistic - held out a small candle of hope.
[/blockquote][/size] "Some day...Some day." [/center][/color]
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Post by steampunkepsilon on Apr 15, 2010 10:52:20 GMT -5
SETCHER
Fight fire with fire...
Slowly and painfully, Setcher made his way along the empty footpaths of the wood, easing his way past rough-barked trunks in an attempt to spare the burn across the right side of his ribs. The light was less painful than he expected, but that didn't mean he had to enjoy slinking around in broad open like this. Scenting the air and smelling nothing but an unpleasantly strong pine odor, he silently picked his way up over a ditch of fallen rock and into something of an open space.
Now, had the wounded beast been paying a little more mind to the cluster of scents along this particular path, had he not been so deafened on his right side or half-blinded by the light dripping through the leaves of the small clearing in the midst of the forest, he might have noticed the human sitting only a leap away on the remnants of a fallen tree. Might have, but did not. He looked up and to the side, shifting his wings a little and coiling back. He hesitated -- it wasn't necessarily wise nor safe to fly in this kind of light, he'd be traveling half-blind -- but his hunger overtook his self-preserving side.
Setcher tensed, lifting his wings suddenly and lunging forward. He pushed his forefeet to the ground and beat the air once, then twice, kicking up a flurry of leaves and smacking his hind feet to the ground before shooting up into the air, building up speed and circling the clearing a couple of times, head lowered.
...Fight water with electricity
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Post by Ӊ ӑ z ҿ on Apr 15, 2010 11:06:56 GMT -5
The forest was well-known for its peace and tranquility, that was for sure, but there was also something else that added to its reputation; the ambient hum and noise of the forest's denizens. The hoot of the owl, the screech of the monkey, the song of the bird - it all added up to a tune that came to define the forest and its surroundings. It echoed the fact that this place was full of life. Listening closely, Thorgrim smiled as he heard the song of a bird, perched upon a bough of a nearby tree. He watched as it flew away, almost sad at its sudden departure.
Thorgrim stood up, deciding to return to the village. After all, slacking off on any job was not something the Vikings prided themselves to. Besides, there were many others back at the village of Berk who were already awaiting his return. He'd hate to leave this place, but, as always, he had to answer the call of duty. But something caught his attention. At first, it sounded as if it was just a critter making its way across the forest shrubbery, but it grew louder as it drew closer. And, to be quite honest, it sounded large. Too large to be anything Thorgrim knew he'd be comfortable facing.
Thorgrim's head whipped to face this creature as it emerged from the palisade of foliage. As it revealed itself, the young boy's eyes grew wide. Was it fear? Yes, but it was fear nudged along by awe. Awe, fear and fascination. There, standing before him, was a dragon. But it wasn't just a dragon. It was a dragon Thorgrim had never seen before. Its hide sparkled with an unmatched beauty, and, upon its great head, it was crowned by two horns. There was something different - different, and majestic - about this dragon.
But Thorgrim soon realized just what a hostile dragon was capable of doing if it were to be provoked and so he immediately lay down amongst the shrubs, trying to conceal himself and hide. Still, he could not take his gaze of the creature - was it its beauty, or rather the fear he felt? Thorgrim felt his heart racing against his chest as he wathced it begin to flap its wings and eventually take off. Where was it going? Would it return? As it took off, Thorgrim stood up slightly, hesitant at first should it notice him. He then stood to his full height, looking around him - he had lost sight of the dragon.
"Where'd it go?" [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/center][/color]
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Post by steampunkepsilon on Apr 15, 2010 11:16:33 GMT -5
SETCHER
Fight fire with fire...
Setcher circled once more and then turned slightly, facing away from the sun as best he could and flying over the sparser parts of the forest, hopefully towards prey. He dipped a bit to the right, glancing to the side to make up for his lack of halfway-decent hearing. He could smell something, meat or animal of some kind. If he could find nothing on land he deemed edible, he'd have to fish for his meal, but that didn't bother him any large amount. He'd prefer a deer or some kind of wild thing, maybe a goat if he could find one, but food was food. He felt his wingtips brush the tips of the trees, eyes pained as they searched the tight trees for some sort of sustenance. He didn't want to resort to stealing fom the humans, but if worse became worse...
The dragon flapped once and tilted his shoudlers, creating a wide arch and turning back the way he came. He'd have to be careful now, as the rocks and bumps in the ground became sharp cliffs and hillside that he wouldn't very much enjoy slamming into because of the reflection of light. Spines shifting, he dipped down a little closer, nearing the same clearing he had taken off from.
A low twitter caught his attention, and Setcher looked up sharply, ears flicking back and forth. The sound moved in and out of range, and suddenly he saw the form of a bird snap across his view. He raised his eyes without thinking, and let out a pained screech as the sunlight smacked him in the face. He snapped his wings back and shot to the left, arching again and opening his eyes again. Another screech, and he barely avoided colliding with the cliffsides. he'd done it now, flown himself into the rocks. He growled, reaching out to push himself up. There was a sudden crack as the rock -- less sturdy than he expected -- crumpled, and his wings that had been shooting forward continued. His right hit only air, but his left connected sharply with a crag of stone, leaving a painful throbbing and a deep array of gashes. he then out a growl of pain and leapt, trying to catch air but only succeeding in fumbling his way back to the ground and crashing into the trees again, somewhere distant from his original location.
(( forced splurge post. GTG now!! C: ))
...Fight water with electricity
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Post by Ӊ ӑ z ҿ on Apr 15, 2010 13:57:13 GMT -5
((OoC :: No problem ^^ It looks awesome, as usual ))
Thorgrim swivelled his head from side to side, glancing around to try and catch sight of the dragon he had just seen. His heart was beating against his chest almost as hard a drummer would a snare drum. He could feel his pulse in his neck, and a cold sweat had broken upon his forehead - all this in anticipation of the chance that he could meet this beast face to face. If that happened, things would only get worse - for him, that is. But, still, the more foolish part of him wanted that to happen, as stupid as it sounded. He craved adventure - he craved seeing what could very well lead him to his death. Why? Even Thorgrim had no idea, but he guessed those wants were the urges of his inner Viking.
And then he caught sight of it again, swooping down low over the canopy of the forest. He could only catch glances of the dragon when it swooped into sight from amongst the many branches and boughs of the trees, but, with keen eyes, he could keep track of its movement. And, before he knew it, his legs were carrying him straight towards what he saw. What was he doing? He was running straight towards where the dragon was! But Thorgrim did this because he wanted to. He wanted to see this dragon. But what if he did? The consequences of this gambit he was taking didn't cross his mind...just yet, but he was aware of them.
Suddenly, a screech rang through the forest, and Thorgrim stopped in his tracks, gasping in surprise. The screech echoed with a tone of pain - and Thorgrim knew who it belonged to. He had no idea why, but suddenly he was filled with a desperation - to see what had happened to the dragon. And so he sprinted to where the screech had come from. It was quite a distance the creature had flown, but he would get there.
After a few minutes of sprinting, Thorgrim caught sight of the dragon and, gasping for breath, took cover behind a rock, trying to slow his breathing in case he could be heard. He had no idea how well dragons could hear, but he guessed it might have seen him or heard him by now. But how would the dragon react? Swallowing, he carefully edge away from the rock and, slowly, neared the dragon, his heart now slamming against his chest.
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Post by steampunkepsilon on Apr 15, 2010 19:38:38 GMT -5
SETCHER
Fight fire with fire...
Setcher groaned painfully, breathing heavily from the frantic landing. He'd managed to crash himself into a relatively clear spanse of dirt and grass, though it didn't much soften the aching pain in his wing and the fresh stinging across his ribs. He growled raspily, managing to force his legs back beneath him and pushing himself up, then manuevering his hind legs up and rising slowly. His left wing dragged against the ground, a large ragged tear running from over the more muscled section of the arm along the first stretched membrane, bared almost to the bone. He hissed, right wing tucked in tightly to cover the burns as he tried to move the damaged limb. All he succeeded in was causing himself more pain, and he bit back a screech, turning his head to the side sharply. It was only then that he realized he was being watched.
Setcher's eyes widened suddenly, pupils turning to slits as he spotted the human moving towards him, and panic rose in his chest. He curled back, letting out a loud, terrified growl and circling in place. The fright overcame his pain for a split second, and he whipped around in the opposite direction, leaping into the trees and bashing through a tight space before scrambling for the rocks. Eyes shock wide, he lunged from crag to crag and latched himself onto the cliffside thirty or forty feet up, snaking his way around a sharp jutting of stone and quickly darting into the safety of a large hollow in the cliffside, hunched back in the dark and shaking. He gasped for breath, growling raspily and watching the ledge with fear and anticipation. he'd been so careless, the human could've done anything to him had he not noticed... He knew most of the humans here were harmless, even enjoyed the presence of dragons, but he had known what humans in other places could do. Especially when a dragon was snuck up upon.
(( why thank you ! ))
...Fight water with electricity
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Post by Ӊ ӑ z ҿ on Apr 16, 2010 7:51:07 GMT -5
Now that he could get a clear and much closer view of the dragon, Thorgrim had to admit that he had never seen this dragon's kind before. One thing that startled him was the many ominous, needle-like spines that covered the dragon's back. Aside from that, Thorgrim's eyes widened as he noticed just how beautiful this dragon really was. The sapphire blue scales that blanketed his great form gleamed in the golden sunlight and the muscles that bulged out from underneath his exterior. But the fact he was so close to the dragon also served as an incentive for great caution - there was no telling just how the dragon would react to him.
Thorgrim the noticed something else, which, despite it being obvious, had evaded his thought; the dragon was injured. Badly. He had been hurt to the extent where Thorgrim doubted he'd be able to fly any time soon. A part of Thorgrim wanted to help the dragon, but he knew that, if he dared to get too close, he could get hurt or attacked. But that dragon needed his help!
Before Thorgrim could think any further, he was snapped back to reality by a loud growl. Instantly, he stopped in his tracks, his eyes wide and his heart thumping. It was almost as if he had been frozen with fright - before he knew it, the dragon had leapt into a nearby clump of trees, clawing his way through the barricade and behind a few rocks. It was after that Thorgrim realized he had been holding his breath the whole time, and gasped.
But there was something strange he had just seen. When their gazes had met - when both of those terrified eyes started into the other pair - he could've sworn he saw a fear that mirrored his, as if what he was feeling the dragon was feeling as well. In that dragon's eyes, Thorgrim was the beast. It was very strange, now that he had thought about it. That feeling he had seen in those eyes...it was so... human.
Foolishly, Thorgrim followed where the dragon had went, eager on finding out where he had gone. He wanted to help this dragon - he was driven on by a sympathetic urge to aid the creature. But, why? Why did he care so much? He guessed it was in his nature to do and feel such things, and he would not stop now. Looking up, he saw the dragon dart into a hollow in the rock shelf. What was he to do now? The only thing he knew he would do - go up.
After a few minutes climbing and struggling up the shelf, he finally came to the hollow, sweating and panting from exhaustion. But what was he going to do now?! That dragon could easily kill him! Letting out a nervous sigh, he reached for a chunk of venison - meat from a deer he had hunted earlier - and, very slowly, walked to the entrance of the hollow and stopped. He would have to prove his intentions were not to harm the dragon. He undid the scabbard that held his longsword and tossed it to the side, and then took off his fur waistcoat, revealing that he had no other weapons. He couldn't believe he was doing this - now he was completely defenseless! After he had done that, he carefully placed the venison at the entrance to the hollow and slowly stepped back.
[/color] "Easy...I don't want to hurt you..." [/blockquote][/blockquote][/center]
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Post by steampunkepsilon on Apr 16, 2010 8:27:24 GMT -5
SETCHER
Fight fire with fire...
As Setcher lay there curled up and dazed, he listened, head tilted with the left side -- his good ear -- outwards, heart pounding painfully. He was hunched back against the rough inner stone, eyes flicking back and forth as he listened to the low scrapings and shiftings putside his safehold. He could hear the human moving, clambering over the rocks and heading up towards him, holed away in this cold, damp cavern so far off the ground. His first thought about the fact that the human was obviously moving closer was fear, as well as confusion, but the next was surprise. It wasn't an easy climb, nor a safe one. The rocks were slick enough to shake any human, and the number of hand- and footholds was less than pleasant. The boy was either very very determined.... or very, very stupid.
He stiffened as the corner of his eye caught movement, and he whipped his head forward, grolwing low in his throat as the tall, breathless human male slowly appeared over the cliffside, obviously having climbed the whole way up. Setcher's eyes turned to narrowed slits, the needle-like spines running across his shoulders and back like a deadly mane shot up, bristling like a terrified cat crammed into a barrel. Sparks of blue-white electricity flicked around his mouth and nose, and he hissed quietly, backing away even further into the hole. His ribs protested and he clenched his jaw to keep back a groan of pain, tucking the damaged wing back even though it hurt even more than the burns.
But suddenly, the human did something very... foreign to Setcher. He could smell meat as a piece of venison appeared, and the boy edge towards the entrance of the hideaway slowly, uneasily. The longsword that at first angered Setcher, but now surprised him, dropped to the side and away from its master, the fur shielding going along with it... and leaving the boy suddenly defenseless. He stepped a little closer and set down the meat, then straightened, and spoke tentatively.
" Easy... I don't want to hurt you... "
He was confused. First of all, the human had climbed all this way and risked the chance of getting killed or falling, and now what was he doing? Making some sort of peace offering? Just a fraction, the needles running down his back lowered, and his eyes widened slightly, staring at the boy with both fear and curiosity.
...Fight water with electricity
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Post by Ӊ ӑ z ҿ on Apr 16, 2010 8:46:37 GMT -5
Even though he did expect the hostile growls from the dragon, Thorgrim could not help feeling the fear and anxiety that gripped at him rush through him for the umpteenth time. He knew he was taking a serious risk - one that involved his life - by coming up here. So, why did he do this? He was a fool to have come up here - a very lucky fool, but a fool who wanted to do the right thing. Someone who was prepared to risk his life to do something that he knew would come to the aid of someone else in need, despite the danger it involved. Thorgrim was one of those people - heroic fools.
A smile formed upon the young boy's face as the needle-like spines upon the dragon's back eased slightly, and the dragon gave him an inquisitive look. Some of his fear had dissipated, and he hoped that was the same for the dragon as well. But there was still not a mutual trust between the two - not yet. For now, they were still natural enemies, but there was something beginning to grow, that had yet to show itself.
Seeing the dragon had not yet reached out to accept the venison, Thorgrim stepped forward and, slowly as usual, moved the venison slightly closer and retreated back to just outside the entrance, watching eagerly if the dragon would accept his offering. He wanted to prove that his intentions were not going to harm the dragon. Never would he do such a thing. But even he had some doubts as to what could happen - he had no idea what was going through the dragon's mind.
"It's okay...I'm here to help you..."
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Post by steampunkepsilon on Apr 16, 2010 19:07:29 GMT -5
SETCHER
Fight fire with fire...
As the boy spoke, Setcher let out a low rumbling. He wasn't a careless dragon -- not by a long shot, never -- but his stomach had been empty since the night before, and he doubted he would be able to do any decent sort of hunting for a good while being damaged as he was. His belly grumbled quietly. His eyes flicked from the boy to the tempting chunk of meat as the human inched it closer and retreated to the entrance once again. it was silent for a long, tense moment as Setcher fell quiet, spines still stiffened. His pupils widened a fraction, swallowing dryly.
Slowly and tenderly, the dragon slid his legs beneath himself and pushed up, still crouched but at least as tall as the boy now, wings pressed back and tail swaying cautiously. He seemed to grow from the huddled pose to a relatively normal stance, the shadows of the cavern writhing. Muscles twitching underneath the dark swathe of scales and leathery skin, he lifted his head and took a tentative step forward. His best judgement shouted 'Run!', but the human could have wounded him further by now, or worse, had he the intention. He looked as terrified and ready to bolt as Setcher did, watching the dragon calmly. He growled warningly, a low threat against any ideas the human may have conjured for him, as he slowly took one step forward, then another, slipping into the light barely six feet from the human and curling back slightly with a hiss. Inhaling and finally taking his eyes away from the human, he reached out with a sharply clawed forepaw and gently dragged the meat towards him, backing towards the safety of the shadows and picking the deer meat up in his mouth. He sat hunched forward and took it in his forepaws tentatively, sniffing it and watching the boy as he did so, then looking down at the meat and sinking his teeth into it. It was gone in a few swift gulps, after which Setcher's eyes met the boy's again, ears flat, still huddled away from both the light and the prospective threat the human posed. His spines had flattened almost completely, though, pupils no longer needled slits. His growling had lowered in vlomue, though it was still present every moment or so.
...Fight water with electricity
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Post by Ӊ ӑ z ҿ on Apr 17, 2010 9:23:31 GMT -5
A low rumbling noise emanated from deep within the dragon's throat, and Thorgrim struggled to interpret it as a sign of hostility, or a gesture of acceptance - him being a dragon, it was hard to tell. But there was one thing Thorgrim did know - the dragon had accepted his gift. As the great beast rose to his feet, Thorgrim took a few steps further back, another cold sweat breaking upon his forehead. Was the dragon going to take the meat, or was he rising to attack Thorgrim? In case it was the latter, Thorgrim readied himself for a quick escape, but he knew that there was a sheer drop of around forty feet standing between him and safety. He berated himself for getting into such a situation.
A growl sounded from the dragon, and Thorgrim had to resist the urge to pick up his sword - he knew doing such a thing would only make his situation much worse, but, if the dragon attacked, he would be killed! As sunlight illuminated the dragon's head, which was little more than a few metres away from Thorgrim, the young Viking warrior held his breathe in anticipation, praying that the dragon was not going to do what Thorgrim feared he would probably do. He took another step back as the dragon reached out with his foreleg, eyes wide and heart thumping. Thorgrim had to shut out a gasp of relief when the dragon, instead of attacking, pulled the venison back into its cave.
A relieved smile formed upon Thorgrim's face as he watched the dragon feed. For some reason, he felt a sense of satisfaction - satisfaction one would usually get when one does something one knows is right. As the dragon finished his meal, Thorgrim took out the rest of the venison he had just finished hunting and, after a few seconds of pondering, place it all at the entrance. He then looked at the dragon, his eyes gleaming with thought, and then, as quick as he had come, he departed and began climbing down the cliff, his head still heavy with thought. Thought involving what had just happened. So many questions ran through his mind but could not be answered.
[/size] "He's riderless, and he's wild...So what if...No, I could never do that...Could I?" [/color] As he reached a few metres above the ground, suddenly his hand accidentally slipped and, letting out a small yell of surprise, he fell to the ground, his side taking most of the impact. Getting up, he realized his arm was bleeding. Cursing silently, he stood up, and made his way back to the village, still slightly dazed.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]
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Post by steampunkepsilon on Apr 17, 2010 9:42:08 GMT -5
SETCHER
Fight fire with fire...
Setcher's eyes studied the human carefully, his stance, his movements, his facial expressions. He could tell the boy was as nervous as he was, but there no no evil intent behind those dark, gold-flecked turquoise eyes, and the dragon began to relax somewhat. The boy placed more meat at the entrance, slowly and carefully as usual, then turned and quickly started back down the cliffside. After a static moment of pondering, Setcher stepped forward again, tentatively, and slowly edged towards the opening of the cavern. He lifted his good wing above his head, blocking out the sunlight, and crept towards the cliff, peering down over the rocky decline and picking out the form descending it.
He remained like that the whole time as he was climbing, wide eyes watching the boy carefully until he was near the bottom. His ears flicked back sharply as he slipped and fell to the ground with a barely audible thump, but as Setcher watched, he got back up and showed no signs of his walking being inhibited. Even so, the dragon stayed crouched on the cliff with his wing pulled up for a few long minutes, watching the boy go until he had disappeared intot he trees. With that, Setcher turned and quickly snaked back into the shadows, curling his tail around the offering of meat and sniffing it as well before eating the rest as well.
He pondered as he filled his stomach, which as a side note was probably the best thign he'd felt in quite a while, a full belly. Why exactly had the human gone through the trouble of following him, climbing up a potentially deadly cliffside, facing a wild dragon he didn't know and one that could easily kill him if it wanted to, only to leave reassuring words and food, then depart? There was something there, something Setcher had seen in the boy's posture, his eyes, his words, that confused him.... but he was interested by this boy. He had seen, met other humans, all of which either seemed nothing special to him or despised him. But this boy.... There was something.
Curling up on his burned side as carefully as possible after judgung that his wing was the worser, he tucked his forepaws beneath him and draped the damaged wing over himself, still thinking about the strange encounter even as the dragon finally drifted into unconciousness.
...Fight water with electricity
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Post by Ӊ ӑ z ҿ on Apr 17, 2010 10:08:52 GMT -5
»»» The Next Day «««
A trail of footprints snaked through the mud, churned up by the rain that had fallen upon the land just last night. Sunlight fractured into a rainbow spectrum when passing through the tiny droplets that hung like chandeliers on the ends of branches and foliage, dripping down onto the wet ground. If one had to follow those footprints, one would find, at the end of the long trail, a young Viking boy, making his way carefully into the forest. The reason for such an endeavor? To find someone. The events that had transpired yesterday were still fresh in Thorgrim's mind, and he couldn't stop reflecting on them, or why he cared so much to do this.
Bending to pass under a low-lying branch, Thorgrim felt inside the leather satchel he was carrying with him. Good - the medical supplies he had brought with him were still in there. His longsword brushed against his hip, but he knew he wouldn't need it for who he was going to see - he had no wish to bring any weapons near that person. But the same could not be said for some of the other things that made their home in this forest - one could never be too careful around here. But, lately, one had to admit that a calm peace had settled over the land, ever since the humans and dragons had united. Thorgrim hoped it would stay that way.
He neared his destination - a rock shelf, embedded into the side of a tall mountain, whose peak reached high for the sky. Thorgrim smiled. He wondered if the dragon was still in there - the dragon might have moved elsewhere, and he wasn't too keen on risking another climb for nothing. So he sat down on a nearby rock, his gaze not leaving the hollow in which they had had their first proper encounter. He decided he'd wait and see.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]
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