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Post by Ӊ ӑ z ҿ on Apr 17, 2010 16:41:05 GMT -5
Thorgrim couldn't help feeling slightly embaressed at the mistakes he had made in trying to pronounce Setcher's name. It wasn't entirely his fault, though, but he couldn't help noticing the amusement emanating from the dragon. It was then that he noticed he had lost all tension - all fear - of being here. It surprised him, but it was true. In fact, he felt even safer here. Thorgrim had no idea why, but it just felt that way. Thorgrim then looked down as Setcher drew what looked like an arrow, and the arrowhead was pointing straight at Thorgrim. The young Viking looked up at the dragon, noticing a rather expectant look on his face.
"I get it. My name's Thorgrim. Um...Pleased to meet you, I guess, Setcher. Looks like you can understand me, huh?" [/color][/center] He could only wonder how others would react if they saw him talking to a dragon, but, right now, he didn't really care. He found this amusing and fun, but, moreover, he found it interesting - almost intriguing. It was almost as if all that tension - all that penned-up fear - was slowly clearing away to reveal a slowly building-up friendship. It was odd, but it was there, alright - having yet to fully show itself.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]
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Post by steampunkepsilon on Apr 17, 2010 16:50:22 GMT -5
SETCHER
Fight fire with fire...
"I get it. My name's Thorgrim. Um...Pleased to meet you, I guess, Setcher. Looks like you can understand me, huh?"
Setcher offered a very humanoid shrug, watching the boy. Thorgrim, hm? At least he would know who to think of him as, other than 'the human' or 'the boy' or whatever else. He could feel the tense atmosphere ease away, and for once the dragon felt rather comfortable around a human. It surprised him and made him wonder whether or not he was recognizing his best judgement, but he had long decided that even if he had his sword, the boy wouldn't do him harm. It was a strange sense, a feeling of trust beginning to form between them. Curious, but Setcher felt no threat, and the idea was mutual as far as he could tell. At least the hu -- Thorgrim -- was no longer as on edge. It wasn't much of a way to thank someone who'd helped you, scaring them off.
...Fight water with electricity
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Post by Ӊ ӑ z ҿ on Apr 18, 2010 5:22:44 GMT -5
Thorgrim smiled as the dragon shrugged. This would definitely take some getting used to, but he figured that, soon, he'd be able to understand Setcher almost perfectly, much like Hiccup almost understood Toothless perfectly. Thorgrim wondered how the two had grown so close, and if Hiccup had to go through similar situations until...But, no, that would never happen between Thorgrim and Setcher, would it? The young Viking had his doubts. Surely Setcher would never adhere to- No, Thorgrim shook his head slightly. He shouldn't even bring up the subject. What was he thinking? Looking down at his satchel, he remembered he had brought something else up here for Setcher. Opening its leather flap, he revealed a few chunks of venison and some fish.
[/size] "Seeing as you can't fly yet, I thought I'd bring you something to eat." He placed the meat on the ground next to Setcher, wiping his hands on his clothes after he had done so. Thorgrim was aware of the fact that, with an injured wing, Setcher wasn't capable of flight just yet, and so hunting was, more or less, out of the question for the dragon. And so, just for now, he would need some help - help Thorgrim was more than willing to give. With a smirk, he spoke.[/size] "Don't ask me what I had to go through to get you all this." [/color] His gaze went back to outside the cave. Thorgrim had hunted for quite some time to find that meat, and he had to hunt even more to bring back food for the village. Some of the villagers had questioned why he was doing this, but he had kept the true reason a secret, instead giving them some half-true excuses, such as "it's for a friend who's really hungry". Thorgrim had to hold back a chuckle at that - he couldn't believe such a shallow excuse had worked.[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by steampunkepsilon on Apr 18, 2010 8:48:29 GMT -5
SETCHER
Fight fire with fire...
Setcher was pleased at the situation -- no terror, the unease had faded, and even though it didn't really make much sense, they were carrying on something of a conversation. It wasn't something Setcher had ever experienced before -- being as friendly and calm around a human, any human. It was due, of course, seeing as Thorgrim had helped him in ways that very well could have saved his life... the boy deserved something in return, and at the moment, being friendly towards him was the only thing Setcher could give.
"Seeing as you can't fly yet, I thought I'd bring you something to eat."
Setcher blinked distractedly, eyes flicking back down to the boy and widening slightly. More food?... The dragon's ears tipped to the side, and he stared at the meat and fish lying beside him, brought out from the boy's satchel. He looked up at Thorgrim.
"Don't ask me what I had to go through to get you all this, " the human smirked. Setcher looked down at the food again, pausing in thought. It was a lot of meat -- for a human, not necessarily a dragon, of course -- and for the boy not only to hunt and catch all of it, as well as haul it up into this cavern... it was very broad show of good will. Thorgrim had hunted for him, tended to his wounds...
Setcher furrowed his brow slightly and looked back down at the boy. He snorted lightly, cold air flaring out through his nostrils as he dropped onto his forepaws and reached out with a claw, picking through the meat and seperating the pieces. He split it into about half and half, pulling one part towards himself and lowering his head, pushing the other half within inches of Thorgrim. He raised his head slightly and snorted again, staring straight into the boy's eyes silently, then flicking his eyes down and up again.
...Fight water with electricity
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Post by Ӊ ӑ z ҿ on Apr 18, 2010 9:03:24 GMT -5
Thorgrim watched carefully as Setcher accepted the meal, pulling it closer to himself. A gleam of satisfaction shone within Thorgrim. It wasn't only the satisfaction of seeing his gift was good enough, but also knowing that he could help this dragon. As far as he could guess, Setcher hadn't come into much contact with humans before - a conclusion reached from how Setcher was acting towards him. Another smile formed upon the young boy's face. If others could see what he was doing, he wondered how they would react. Of course, dragons were accepted in the village, but this one - Setcher - was wild. If only people could see what Thorgrim was doing! But the fact that, if someone found him, bad things could happen quickly dawned upon him. No, for now, he would have to keep all this a secret.
He turned to face Setcher, and was surprised to see half of the meat he had given him had been returned.
"Don't you want it?" [/size][/color] Thorgrim then understood - it was to make it equal, and he smiled. Setcher was only being kind, giving back half of what Thorgrim had hunted for.[/size] "Oh, thank you." [/size][/color] He began packing the meat back into his satchel, and, as he did so, he realized it was nearing noon. Did the others expect him back at the village? He did not know, but a part of him didn't want to leave just yet. For some reason, he felt slightly attached to Setcher, as if he was something along the lines of a friend. That was true to a degree, wasn't it? Thorgrim pondered if the attachment was mutual, but, for now, there were other things to think about.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by steampunkepsilon on Apr 18, 2010 9:15:08 GMT -5
SETCHER
Fight fire with fire...
Setcher nodded sharply with obvious satisfaction and Throgrim understood his meaning, and packed the meat away in his pack once again. The dragon settled back again and tore into one of the pieces of meat, sating his hunger contentedly. This boy, this Viking human, was a very strange person to encounter. He was nervy, bold, a little foolish.... he was helping a wild dragon, after all. It was insanity -- at any moment, Setcher could have dubbed him of no help and done him away, just like that, a spark and a sputter and nothing.
He wouldn't, of course -- but Thorgrim hadn't known that when he climbed up the side of the cliff and dropped his weapon, his only defense against whatever Setcher could do to him. He hadn't known that Setcher wouldn't attack him -- he probably even expected it. Why? Why would he go through the pain and trouble of trying so desperately to help a dragon he didn't know, one that could kill him?
Setcher suddenly remembered the first dragon to accept a human, to form a kinship -- Toothless, and Hiccup. He blinked, the idea running through his mind. Thorgrim couldn't possibly... no, no, that was crazy. He was wild and the boy was a viking, it'd be better for him to ride a dragon that was calmer, less flighty. A Nadder. A Gronkle. Something other than... Setcher glanced back at the dangerously needle-sharp spines. This.
...Fight water with electricity
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Post by Ӊ ӑ z ҿ on Apr 18, 2010 9:40:17 GMT -5
As the duo simply sat there, with Setcher contentedly eating the meat Thorgrim had brought him, the young boy reflected on what had happened between the two recently. It fascinated him - this dragon that was known as Setcher. It was only now Thogrim realized how foolish he was to have discarded his weapon, but, for some reason, he was glad he had done it. He was also glad he had helped Setcher, despite what may have happened - he didn't dare to think about what may have happened had things not gone the way he had expected it to have gone. Thorgrim realized that, being it was around lunchtime, he was probably expected back at the village, and, with a reluctant sigh, he stood up.
"I have to go back to the village." Slowly, he turned and put one hand on Setcher's snout, his face reflecting compassion and reluctance."I'll be back. Tomorrow, maybe. I promise." With that, he turned and left the cave. Looking down, he frowned - once again, he would have to climb down again. Something that seemed quite daunting. He, for one, knew it was. Taking a breath before doing so, he flung his satchel behind his back, and began climbing down the tall cliffside, praying he would not fall. He did not dare look down, but instead kept focused on the rock above and slightly below him, carefully placing his hands and feet on small jagged rock that jutted out from the large rock shelf.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by steampunkepsilon on Apr 18, 2010 9:54:10 GMT -5
SETCHER
Fight fire with fire...
Setcher finished the meat with a content sigh, taking a deep breath and blowing it out through his nostrils. It was calm, a pleasant atmosphere. He felt comfortable with this human, this strange Viking boy that had gone through such a pain the last couple of days to help him. He looked up as Thorgrim announced his departure -- the thought disappointed him slightly. And that thought surprised him, the disappointment in itself.
Suddenly, he felt a hand rest against his nose, eyes flicking up and taking in Thorgrim's expression -- reluctant, calm, generous. He tilted his head and watched as he walked away towards the edge of the cliff, took a breath and swung the satchel over his back, then started down. The promise of his return made Setcher feel a bit better about the boy leaving, though not by any huge amount. The dragon sighed and curled up again, newly salved wounds feeling better by the second.
After a moment of starting to fade off, he blinked and suddenly remembered the fact of what had happened earlier. He looked towards the cliff -- he could still hear Thorgrim climbing down the sharo decline. Setcher stood carefully, creeping towards the edge and shielding himself from the light, peering over. After a moment of thought, he gripped the edge of the cliff once again, digging his claws into the stone and creeping his way down. He grabbed the back of Thorgrim's shirt in his teeth and let himself drop the next ten or fifteen feet, landing with a low scraping thud and setting the Viking on his feet and backing towards the cliffside again. He shifted his wings, wincing slightly and lunging at the rock, managing to dig his claws deeply enough to scrabble back into the cavern and disappear.
...Fight water with electricity
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Post by Ӊ ӑ z ҿ on Apr 18, 2010 10:13:54 GMT -5
As Thorgrim was descending, he suddenly felt something grabbing a firm hold. He let out a gasp of surprise, his head snapping up to see who it was. He relaxed as he saw who it was; Setcher. For a few seconds, he wondered what the dragon was doing. His eyes widened as the dragon suddenly jumped off the cliff, the two freefalling to the bottom. Thorgrim stifled a yell and shut his eyes, bracing himself for impact. The impact came, but it wasn't nearly as bad as Thorgrim thought it was. Setcher then released him, and Thorgrim turned around to see Setcher clambering back up the cliff.
A warm smile appeared on his face, and he silently nodded his gratitude, before making his way back to the village. Along the way, he remembered something: he had forgotten his longsword back at the cave, and he sighed. He figured he'd have to retrieve it the next day.
»» The Next Day ««
It was particularly cold today. Ashen-gray clouds blanketed the sky, dispelling most sunlight with a dull, gray sheen that served as the day's luminary. It was still morning when Thorgrim made his way through the forest to visit someone who he was beginning to get attached to. Overall, it was a weird story, but, to Thorgrim, nothing could've been better than seeing his new friend.
Thorgrim clutched his fur coat tighter as the wind began picking up again, embracing him in a cold, chilly embrace. Today, he was not quite sure if he should go see Setcher; the weather was looking cold and gloomy, and that would make it much harder, especially ascending the cliff. That is, if Setcher was still even up there. While Thorgrim knew he was injured, Setcher was still perfectly capable of wandering around the forest. Every breath Thorgrim exhaled came out as a spectral mist. The young boy continued on his way, arms crossed tightly over his chest and his neck bent down.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by steampunkepsilon on Apr 18, 2010 10:27:51 GMT -5
SETCHER
Fight fire with fire...
Setcher slept on a full stomach and healing wounds that night, barely managing to wake up before sunrise and yawning wideley. It was bitterly cold, though that didn't bother him much considering that the cold was usually his element. He was extremely pleased to find that the sunlight had been blocked out, the sky an overcast of grey. He could hear familiar rumblings over the ocean, the dank clouds heavy with rainwater. Rainwater... and lightning. Setcher thrummed low in his throat, ears swiveling this way and that as he listened to the vibrations and pulses of energy ramming against the clouds, the crackling within the gigantic mountains of air and moisture. The atmopshere was damp and crisp, the wind rustling against the cliffsides with sharp airy shrieks. Setcher stood and circled a few times, expanding his wings as much as he could in the cave and feeling the throb of pain in his shoulder. Close, but not healed yet. His ribs were doing nicely, though. He sighed, folded up the limbs against his back and crept towards the edge of the cliff.
Suddenly, his foot knocked against something, and the dragon looked down curiosuly. It was Thorgrim's sword, the long blade of metal he'd discarded yesterday. He must have left it. Setcher hissed at it and prodded with a claw, but it was simply a plain, metal sword. Huffing, he grabbed the weapon in his teeth and moved towards the edge of the cliff, scaling his way down and wandering off beneath the gray haze. The river was as icy as ever, though that wasn't necessarily a bad thing, and his drank his fill before moving some more. He wondered whether or not Throgrim would be able to come today, considering the weather, but he had his hopes. The dragon spotted a large, rough-barked tree nearby, and narrowed his eyes.
Digging his claws into the wood and slinking up into the highest branches, Setcher peered out over the forest, feeling the wind rush against him and thrumming. He stretched out his good wing and let it hover, carefully holding his wounded wing steady. The storm was going to be harsh, more wind than rain. And lots of lightning. It was a pity he couldn't fly, or he'd be out there now. He looked down at the sword clamped in his jaws, and turned his head, searching the forest. He hoped the boy had come, pupils narrowing and looking for movement.
...Fight water with electricity
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Post by Ӊ ӑ z ҿ on Apr 18, 2010 10:41:29 GMT -5
As Thorgrim made his way, he couldn't help shivering slightly. He wondered if it would snow, or if it was just the cold wind wreaking havoc with the temperature. Looking up, he noticed the clouds seemed to be almost pungent with rain. Oh boy. He really should've thought before coming out here. If it were to rain, he'd have to find shelter, or be drenched. He shook his head. Forethought probably wasn't one of his strong-points. He heard a howl from a wolf nearby, and he shuddered, reaching for his scabbard, only to realize it wasn't there. He silently cursed to himself. Being a Viking and a training warrior, he could handle one wolf without a weapon, but he wouldn't stand a chance if a pack had to attack him.
He continued walking until through the forest, vapour illustrating his breath with every one he took. Thorgrim heard a noise behind him, and spun around, eyes narrowed. Whatever had made the noise disappeared. After a few moments of silence, Thorgrim turned around and continued walking, muttering to himself. It had only been a few minutes when he felt the embrace of rainwater. It wasn't raining, but it was drizzling. Something just as annoying. But Thorgrim had made a promise to Setcher - a promise he was more than willing to keep.
"Oh, perfect...Setcher, where are you?" Thorgrim arrived at the cliff - from far away, he could not see anyone inside. Setcher wasn't there. Thorgrim sat down at the rock, shivering slightly. Where could Setcher be? Had he departed? Thorgrim dearly hoped he hadn't, but he doubted Setcher would. After all, why would he? His hair was matted against his neck from the drizzling, and he took cover under a branch, intending to wait until Setcher showed himself, or maybe saw Thorgrim.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by steampunkepsilon on Apr 18, 2010 10:52:23 GMT -5
SETCHER
Fight fire with fire...
Setcher watched intently for another few minutes, seeing no sign of movement and hearing no noise that would have signaled Throgrim's coming. He snorted, shaking his head as a low, slanting drizzle began to fall, and he decided it was time to leave his vantage point. He carefully clambered abck down the tree, managing to break off only a few branches on the way and slinking off through the forest at a steady pace. He slipped between the trees carefully, not wanting re-damage the burn nor his wing, and cmae to a point where he could see the cliff. He paused.
What if Thorgrim had attempted to climb up it? The rock was slick now, even more dangerous than before. Had he fallen, or been injured or... even...? A split second of panic rose in Setcher's throat before he took a breath. Thorgrim would probably have waited until he saw the dragon to try and scale the cliffside, or so Setcher hope. He shook his head, continuing on and inhaling.
He caught a split moment of scent, the smell of Viking. He snorted quietly, slowing his pace and creeping towards the cliff. He narrowed his eyes, making out a form up ahead -- one he knew to be familiar. Familiar, and getting drenched. The boy had taken shelter beneath a tree branch, not one that was particularly healthy, either. Setcher tilted hsi head to the side for a moment, then slowly crept towards the tree. He remained completely silent, slinking up until he was mere less than a foot from the boy and lifting his right wing up, tilting it forward like an overhang and shielding the rain from Throgrim, head barely inches from the boy's shoulder.
...Fight water with electricity
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Post by Ӊ ӑ z ҿ on Apr 18, 2010 11:05:49 GMT -5
If there was one thing Thorgrim disliked about the island of Berk, it was its sudden change in weather patterns. Just yesterday, it had been sunny and cheerful, but now it had changed to something that was a little less than comfortable. But Thorgrim didn't mind. After all, he had been though far worse - that was all in the life of a Viking, and was to be expected. Some rain wouldn't be too bad. But, still, he couldn't deny how uncomfortable it felt. But, no, he would stay here and await the arrival of his friend.
Suddenly, it felt as if the drizzle had stopped. Thorgrim raised an eyebrow and extended his hand, wondering where the rain had gone. But he could still see raindrops falling. He turned around and almost jumped out of his skin at what he saw. There, staring right back at him, was Setcher. Relief and happiness boiled into him, and he chuckled."There you are! I've been looking for you!" Happily, he stepped forward and rubbed Setcher's snout affectionately, overjoyed to see his friend. To be honest, he had been getting worried about him. He noticed Setcher had his sword, and he smiled. He was relieved to have found out Setcher hadn't, after all, deserted him. If he had, there was no telling the misery Thorgrim would've felt, or the disappointment he would've had to go through."I see you brought my sword. Thanks. And, I kept my promise. You didn't expect this weather to stop me, did you?" [/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]
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Post by steampunkepsilon on Apr 18, 2010 11:20:00 GMT -5
SETCHER
Fight fire with fire...
Setcher snorted at him slightly, pulling back a racton of an inch as the human reached out to touch him, but letting it go. He nudged the boy's hand, dropped the sword and smacking his jaws dryly at the taste of the leather. He looked around, ears swiveling, and he grumbled slightly, then looked back down at Thorgrim with his head tipped to the side again. His eyes were questioning, wondering what they would do know.
He certainly wasn't going back up to the cavern -- he couldn't fly, and his climbing abilities had their limits. And even if he could, he wouldn't want the boy to attempt it. There was little shelter elsewhere besides the trees themselves, and even then it wasn't much. He shivered his spines uneasily, stiffening them and letting them lay flat.
They. He had thought they, hadn't he? The both of them.... Setcher was a little surprised by the realization of the friendship, though not displeased. More confused if anything.
...Fight water with electricity
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Post by Ӊ ӑ z ҿ on Apr 18, 2010 14:19:20 GMT -5
As the Setcher pulled his head back slightly, Thorgrim stopped, and put his hand back at his side. He frowned. What was he thinking? From the dragon's body language, he realized was being far too friendly. No, he was being an idiot. Perhaps their friendship still wasn't quite what Thorgrim thought it was, and here he was, acting like a fool. He looked away, giving a small sigh. His thoughts traced back to when he had first met Setcher - he had been so eager to help. Maybe he should've just left the dragon alone...But, no, then it would've been worse! Setcher would've been at the risk of...Thorgrim didn't want to meditate upon that thought. He didn't want that to happen. Maybe...he had made the right choice.
He was snapped out of his thoughts when he felt a nudge at his hand, and he picked up his scabbard which Setcher had dropped, re-attaching it to his belt. He nodded a thanks, but said nothing. He looked back up at the cavern - it was too risky to climb, as the rocks were wet and the risk of slipping had increased drastically, let alone the chances of plummeting to death.
Suddenly, Thorgrim heard another a howl, just as close this time, and he instinctively gripped the hilt of his sword, his eyes scanning the forest around them. Were they being pursued by a wolf pack? If so, this wasn't good. With Setcher injured, and Thorgrim alone, he wondered just what would be the outcome if the wolves did attack.
"I hear wolves...Be careful." Wolves were a common pest in Berk, and Vikings did have much trouble with them, but Thorgrim knew just how dangerous they could be. And, much to his surprise, he was worried for the welfare of Setcher. Thorgrim couldn't believe he was feeling this, but he knew it was there."We need to keep moving, but where can we go?" [/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]
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