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Post by little red on Jun 17, 2010 17:27:54 GMT -5
~ For tani and I ~
--- Screams and shouts floated up through the village and into Rowan Thorston's bedroom window one rainy, bleak day in Berk, seizing his attention enough to poke a curious nose out the window. He squinted and could see several burly Viking men throwing their massive bodies onto a thrashing, brightly-colored dragon - one he was sure he had never seen the likes of before in his life. Hiccup knew every dragon in the book, maybe he could ask him later.
Growing more curious, he leapt down from the loft in his mother's house, which served as his bedroom, and casually stepped outside into the rain, inching towards the chaos in the center of the village. He kept quiet and simply watched as the men attempted to hold the dragon down.
((Sorry for the really lame and short beginning, but I have a friend over tonight and she just showed up, so I have to go. DX))
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Post by Tani on Jun 17, 2010 18:48:11 GMT -5
((Don't worry, it's a great beginning! But I think you have to put a on the post's title to let the other users know it is private. Also... you put the title of my pic? yay! xD))
Ragnaros had made a long journey, he was tired and although he liked the rain, it didn't help much. He could hardly keep the flight, and without realizing it, he descended slowly to a village. He failed to correct the course on time and landed in the middle of a group of burly vikings.
Vikings… the most despicable creatures in the world. He hated them… he hated them so much…
The dragon felt the wild fury inside so strong that he couldn't resist the urge to pounce on one of the vikings, roaring with bravery. He was surrounded, and couldn't escape unless he opened a passage between those murderers. Ragnaros attacked one of them spitting at the viking’s eyes and was able to overcome others with his fire breath, but after that he felt like a rope hung around his neck and legs, causing him to lose his balance and fell. Before that, several vikings jumped on him, preventing him from getting up. One of them wrapped the jaws of Ragnaros with his arms, but he didn't stop trying to break free. At least, until exhaustion overcame. His bruised body wouldn't move a muscle again and his breathing was barely enough to fill his lungs. That was the end of his life? Would he be defeated by those vikings? He had to do something ...
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Post by little red on Jun 18, 2010 9:42:59 GMT -5
((Well, since this is in the 'private RP' section, others should automatically know it's private... and I put that it's only for you and I at the beginning of the first post to clarify. ^^ Also, not really sure it's a big deal, but do you know if we're allowed to control random, obscure characters from time to time? For instance, in this post Rowan's interacting with some of the Vikings, so in a sense I'm controlling them, too. I doubt that's a problem, but I wasn't sure if you knew otherwise.))Rowan furrowed his brow and turned his eyes from one screaming Viking to the next, almost afraid to say what he was thinking. That dragon... he looked so exhausted and helpless, despite how wild and vicious he was... how could they be so cruel? Hiccup wouldn't have stood for this, and Rowan was pretty sure in his mind that he wouldn't either...
"Hey, what's going on?" he finally spoke up, raising his voice loud enough to be heard over the commotion. A few of the Vikings, including his father, Tuffnut, turned their heads and seemed confused at Rowan's question. "How'd that dragon end up here? And why are you treating it like that?"
One of the Vikings simply shrugged and tugged tighter on the rope that bound shut the mouth of the wild dragon. "The beast landed in the middle of the village without any warning at all, and started attacking us as soon as we set eyes on it. We had to tie it down, it would have killed us all!"
Rowan fell silent again, wondering if he should take action or not. Instinct told him he should get that dragon untied, back on its feet, and release it into the woods where it'd be safe. But one look at his own father - whose teeth were gritted as he held the dragon down, and his eyes full of that raw, ancient, Viking anger towards the reckless, wild beasts - and he almost felt ashamed to suggest releasing the dragon. He tried to keep a nonchalant expression and folded his arms.
"Well, now that you've hurt it, it probably won't attack at full force if you let it go," he reasoned with a shrug of his shoulders. "If you'd just calm it down first, you could probably help it out to the woods and let it go there."
One of the Vikings grumbled about it being a stupid idea. Another one complained the approach was "way too much like the thinking of that half-witted Hiccup." Rowan rolled his eyes and bit back a smart, sarcastic remark that nearly left his mouth. Yet another Viking worried about what they'd do if the dragon decided to attack once they untied it and released it into the woods.
"Simple," Rowan flatly replied. "Run like hell in the other direction."
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Post by Tani on Jun 18, 2010 10:29:52 GMT -5
Ragnaros noticed that the vikings were paying attention to something else, reducing the pressure exerted on his body. He heard the voice of a young viking and turned his head to watch the scene. He could not hear what the guy said, but that didn't matter now. He waited for the right moment, when the Vikings were distracted, to use all his remaining strength in a last attempt to break free. The Vikings over his body rolled to the floor and the ropes that bound his wings came loose. He pushed the men who were approaching toward him again with a flick of his tail and shook his wings to rise up in the air, even with his legs and mouth tied tightly. It was a hard work to lift his entire body using only his wings and tail, but Ragnaros finally flew away leaving behind the Vikings.
A flight that didn't last long... a minute later he was victim of the strong winds and couldn't use his legs to help so the marsh tiger crashed into the forest that grew wild on the fringes of the village. The ropes that wrapped him hooked on some low branches, and Ragnaros couldn't get rid of them. Gradually, the weariness overcame him and the dragon was knocked unconscious in the small clearing.
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Post by little red on Jun 18, 2010 11:30:08 GMT -5
As the day progressed, the rain died down and the sun began to poke its face out from behind the clouds, however the wind seemed to pick up in the meantime. Rowan could smell that familiar salty breeze floating through the window, and it almost begged him to step outside again. He fought the urge for a while, trying to busy himself by repairing one of his broken fishing nets. His mother had asked him fifteen minutes earlier if he was bored and wanted to go practice fighting with her down in the Ring, but he lied and told her he wasn't bored and wanted to work on his net. By now he had regretted saying that and wished he were outside fighting, especially now that the sun was out.
As he worked, he kept seeing the glowing purple eyes of the dragon they caught earlier flash in his mind every so often, and he had started to wonder what had become of it. It had been almost an hour since he had heard a Viking shout or the dragon scream, so he assumed they must have released it, like he had suggested.
It's out free, now, it's safe, he mentally tried assuring himself, attempting to get back to repairing the net. Hopefully it was able to get away all right.
Soon enough, he gave up trying to be interested in that stupid net. He threw it onto his bed and tiptoed down the stairs towards the front door, but his mother, Astrid, caught him out of the corner of her eye trying to leave. He told her he just needed to get away for a while, and that he'd simply be out in the woods. He kept a small dagger in his belt just in case and left the house, then trudged through the muddy village and into the woods. He usually came out here when he was having a bad day, or when he just needed some time alone if he couldn't find it at home.
Rain still dripped off of the trees, but the sun poked through little holes in the foliage and seemed to light his way into the forest. Rowan noticed as he got further out that there were scratch marks in the damp soil, and thought he could hear leaves shaking and rattling a good ways off. Growing more curious, he kept a hand on the dagger in his belt and cautiously stepped closer to where the sound was coming from. He was stopped dead in his tracks when a long, spiked tail swung down from a tree and just barely grazed his nose on the way down, and he stood as still as he possibly could for ten silent, heavy seconds.
Oh gods, his mind raced. He could feel his heart climbing up into his throat. If this dragon sees me, or even so much as feels me, I'll be dead...
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Post by Tani on Jun 18, 2010 11:50:53 GMT -5
A heavy drop of water fell from the top of the tree under which he was, hitting Ragnaros forehead. He opened his eyes slowly, thinking it was all a bad dream... but there were those ropes tangled with the branches. He tried to break free again, but it was impossible. Nervous, he began banging his tail all around him, but he was getting more and more entangled. Suddenly he heard a sound near him. The dragon stood motionless, lying on the floor with his head up and arching the spikes, peering into the undergrowth.
Ragnaros's mind began to think clearly. If anyone was there, would not approach unless he/she thought that he could not see it, or he was unconscious ... so that was what he did. With a fake groan of pain, he fell heavily, closing his eyes, relaxing his body and breathing. If someone fell into that trap, he would have a chance to escape.
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Post by little red on Jun 20, 2010 16:22:42 GMT -5
Rowan heard the mysterious dragon moving around in the branches and giving a faint groan, so he continued to step closer to it, praying that it was unconscious. He finally got close enough to see its full body sprawled out on the ground, and was surprised as he studied it.
That's the same dragon they caught a couple hours ago in the village, he realized. It was without a doubt the same dragon: it had the same brightly-colored markings, long spikes, and even the sound of its breathing was the same. He bit his lip and inched forward, careful not to step on the currently inactive dragon's tail. Every step he placed on the ground was mentally planned and ever-so-cautiously executed so as not to awaken and startle the dragon; Rowan knew even one misplaced step could cost him. He eventually got close enough to the dragon to see its nostrils flaring as it breathed in deeply, and judging by the way it labored for breath, he was pretty sure it was badly wounded in some way. Though, from the way it lay on the ground, it was hard to tell where the wound was...
He noticed rope still tied tightly around it, crushing its wings and feet into its body, and wondered for a split second if he should cut the ropes. Hiccup had told the story numerous times of when he set Toothless free, and how the first thing the Night Fury did when it was free was jump onto the helpless human who freed it. If it hadn't been for that momentous connection made with the simple glances they exchanged, Hiccup would never have lived to tell the story. Rowan didn't want to risk it, but at the same time, that poor dragon could die out here if it didn't get untied and untangled.
Let it be, or cut it loose? he began to debate in his mind. He stood there for almost two minutes toying with the idea, comparing the two and considering the outcome of both. With a sigh, he pulled his dagger out of his pocket and wiped the sweat from his brow. If Hiccup were out here with me, he would have wanted me to free it. I have to. What chance does it have of surviving if I don't?
Slowly, Rowan crept past the dragon's head - thanking Odin every step of the way for keeping the dragon calm - and knelt gently beside its wings, which were collapsed against its body from the tight ropes. He held his breath and reached forward, fingered the rope, and swiftly sliced through it with his dagger, trying not to exert too much force for fear of disturbing the beast. He reached for the next tight piece of rope and snapped that in two, continuing until he had reached the very last yard or so that kept the dragon's feet entangled.
He walked back around to the other side of the dragon, knelt in the mud once more, and cleanly cut the very last piece of rope keeping the dragon bound.
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Post by Tani on Jun 20, 2010 17:41:17 GMT -5
Ragnaros kept his cool, pretending to be unconscious while the viking cut the ropes that bound him. His eyes were closed, but the dragon heard the sound of the viking's feet sinking in the mud, and concluded that it was young and not very corpulent human. He weighed his options. Under normal conditions he could easily get rid of the boy, as if he were an annoying fly... but now he was exhausted, and his body screamed in pain every time he moved a muscle. The boy was armed, as he was cutting the ropes with a knife or maybe a sword. No matter what was, a weapon was a weapon.
Gradually he noticed how the pressure exerted by the strings on his body was less. His legs were free to destroy the human, his jaws were free to crush him and his wings were free to flee from that island full of murderers. Why he should wait any longer?
Before the boy realized, Ragnaros opened his eyes and captured one of the viking's legs with his tail, holding him face down in the air and staring at him. As he had supposed, he was a young boy, long blond hair... Was he the one who distracted the Vikings in the village?
With a menacing roar, the dragon threw the boy into the air, hitting him against a nearby tree. He didn't let him get up and rushed over to him. He was furious, his eyes shone with ferocity and hate, staring at the human in front of him. His claws were prepared to cut him into pieces, his sharp teeth were a short distance from the face of the viking... but then something different to the pain that his whole body already felt stopped him.
If he killed that human… what would make him different from the vikings?
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Post by little red on Jun 22, 2010 10:19:37 GMT -5
Rowan barely had time to think about what was happening the moment he cut the last rope off of the dragon. The dagger flew out of his hand as his whole body was lifted off the ground, and next thing he knew he was hanging upside down in the air by his leg, staring face-to-face with the dragon. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but nothing came out - not even a breath. He had no time to fight or struggle, for not even a moment later he was sent flying in the opposite direction. In that millisecond he was flying through the air, he started to wonder how he was going to get out of here, and away from that dragon without getting seriously wounded or, at worst, eaten alive. His thoughts were interrupted when his entire body slammed into a tree, and before his limp, numb body could collapse onto the ground, the dragon ran at him at full speed.
In panic, Rowan's entire body tensed and the pain momentarily fled as adrenaline coursed through his veins, and he pressed his back to the tree and gritted his teeth as the dragon stood just inches from his face, roaring and snapping its teeth. So, was this it? Was he just going to stand back and surrender, and that would be the end of him? He knew how to fight dragons, even if he hated doing it. But something in his gut urged him not to react that way.
He could tell the dragon was hesitating. Why? Hiccup had said himself that wild dragons, who still have a morbid fear of humans, immediately go for the kill and don't give you a moment's chance. This one... this one hesitated.
Rowan gasped for breath again and looked directly into the dragon's eyes, searching for his motives. Its glassy purple eyes glinted with hate, anger and... something Rowan had never seen before in the eyes of a wild dragon. Confusion. Uncertainty. It shook its head and snorted, as if trying to regain strength and ferocity and bared its teeth again.
He had to make a move. Any move. Split-second options flitted through his mind: Should he show the dragon he had no intention of hurting it? Or should he chance at escape and hope the dragon was wounded enough to let him go? Should he wait for it to calm down and help it? Surrender to it? Fight back?
He had no time to weigh the options. Before the dragon could snap his head off, he turned his head away and held out his hand, trying not to clench it in fear. If a dragon saw a clenched fist, it assumed the human wanted a fight. Hiccup had told him that dragons respond best when you don't look them in the eye, as a way of stating your intentions not to harm.
"Please," Rowan found the word slipping out, quietly and shakily, as if it had come from the mouth of a frightened child. "I don't mean to hurt you. I tried to save you, remember?"
The dragon snorted loudly again, tossing its head and pawing at the ground. Was it even listening? Rowan tried to keep his voice sounding as calm as he possibly could.
"Back at the village, when all those Vikings were on top of you, tying you up...? I told them to set you free," he continued, now slowly lifting his head to meet the dragon's steady gaze. By now it was nudging its flaring nose into Rowan's chest, and he could feel its warm, fiery breath creeping through his clothes and sinking into his skin. It slowly and deliberately sank its teeth into his tunic and began to tear at it, but he never stopped speaking gently to it. "I wanted you free, and I wanted you safe. I let you go so I could help you. Look, your wing's all torn up. I'll take you back to the village and-"
The dragon growled loudly at the words.
"No?" Rowan sputtered as the dragon nipped more furiously at his clothes. Several times, those sharp teeth almost grazed his face, and he was sure it was only a matter of time before he lacked a face. "All right then... uhh... I'll feed you. I'll.... I'll come out here and feed you, and I'll keep other dragons away from you while you heal. You'll be safe out here, I promise."
It wasn't working.
There was only one thing he could think of doing - something Hiccup had told him about.
Do or die, do or die... he thought to himself, knowing the potential outcome of the move.
Slowly, gently, carefully... he placed his trembling hand onto the dragon's warm, scaly nose... and looked him straight in the eye.
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Post by Tani on Jun 22, 2010 11:58:24 GMT -5
The human seemed to be challenging him, as he looked straight into his eyes. This enraged him even more, so he roared before attempting to bite. The Viking turned just in time, so Ragnaros' teeth sank on his clothes. He turned quickly to see that the boy raised a hand. Contrary to what Ragnaros thought, there was no knife in that hand. Not even tried hitting. Just kept it in front of him.
The human began to speak. At first the dragon barely heard his words and remained on a defensive attitude, wondering what to do. If he let go the viking, the boy would tell others where he was. He couldn't escape with his wing as damaged as it was. He couldn't even spread it without feeling a twinge of pain. It had been injuried when he fell to the forest, with some of the branches of the trees.
Ragnaros didn't know much about the complicated human language, but could understand simple sentences. The viking was offering to help him, saying something about carry him to the village. Ragnaros was young, but not so foolish as to believe a viking.
Then he saw a strange gesture of the human. A gesture of his eyes told him that the boy was planning something. He opened his jaws, preparing his flame breath to turn the boy to ashes... when suddenly, the hand of viking went to his nose slowly.
Ragnaros was confused. What did he want? It was clear he didn't want to attack... that would be stupid even for a Viking... was he trying to touch him?
One thing was clear. He didn’t like that hand
The dragon bit the boy's arm, but his teeth barely sank into the flesh. That was just a warning.
- Go away! -he exclaimed.
He knew that the vikings couldn't understand dragonese, so the boy only heard a shuddering roar... but that was enough to get the message.
He didn't want to know more about that boy. He just wanted to leave the island, flying out of there. The marsh tiger looked at his damaged wing. Flying was not an option. He had to find a place to get his strength back and wait for the wound heal by itself. A place hidden from the eyes of vikings and dragons.
Without looking back to the viking, Ragnaros ran as fast as he could into the forest, using his remaining strength to find a shelter. He followed the trail of a stream, which led him to a small lake... probably full of fishes.There was a cleft in the rock near the lake large enough for Ragnaros. Inside all was dark and wet, but still was quite comfortable and he had plenty of food and water outside. Without thinking it twice, he lay on the ground, exhausted, closing his eyes and sinking into a deep sleep. However, that dream was still reminding his encounter with the viking. Why did he cut the strings? Why the boy didn't attack? Why did he try to touch him?
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Post by little red on Jun 24, 2010 17:17:39 GMT -5
((I know we've already cleared this up, but I do want to apologize again for my last post. I'm new to this whole RPing thing, so thanks so much for bearing with me. C8 I'll try not to let it happen again. Thankfully this is only practice. x3))Rowan stood in a state of shock for a good five minutes after the dragon had fled, trying to gather his thoughts and feelings as he gripped the arm that had been bitten. Something warm crept down his hand, and when he looked, blood from the wound was racing down both arms. Thankfully, it wasn't a deep or serious bite, and he could go bandage it up at home.
So the hand gesture didn't calm it, like Hiccup told me it would, he thought to himself, reflecting on the way the dragon had narrowed its eyes and lashed out at the touch of Rowan's hand. This thing must be deathly afraid of us. What's it gonna take to tame it, or at least assure it that I mean no harm? Hiccup always told me that dragon taming was easier than it looks. Oh, Hiccup, eat your words...
He dashed back into the village and into his home, where he grabbed some spare cloth and wrapped it around his bleeding, punctured arm. He tied it tight and sat in front of the fire for a while, his mind still reeling from the whole encounter. He couldn't help but begin to worry that the dragon, being wounded as badly as it had been, was going to die out there in the woods.
Well, I'm sure it must be a good hunter, judging by its size of its claws, teeth, and body, he mused. He took off his helmet, placed it on the floor, and rubbed his forehead with his fingers. I wonder if Hiccup would know what kind of dragon it is. Maybe if I knew more about it, I could tame it easier.
It sounded like a good idea, anyway. But all the knowledge in the world didn't make any difference whether or not the dragon would actually listen. It couldn't hurt to ask a few questions, anyhow, and Rowan got up again to head over to Hiccup's small, warm hut.
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Post by Tani on Jun 24, 2010 18:20:04 GMT -5
((Don’t worry Red! I already told you: it’s a great post! Now I have to apologize because I really don’t know what to post here, since Ragny is alone in a cave…))
Ragnaros didn’t sleep more than a couple of hours because of his broken wing and his multiple bruises. Every movement was painful, and no position was comfortable for him. Resigned, he stood up and walked to the lake still half asleep. He glanced at the water, trying to find some fish to eat.
5 minutes… nothing.
10 minutes… nothing.
1 hour… still nothing.
His stomach growled, starving. The fish never approached the bank and he couldn’t swim in that condition, as he was in danger of drowning. He could’t hunt neither, and if he even got some prey, he had to enter the forest, and could find another dragon or a Viking.
Viking… like that blond haired and odd guy.
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Post by little red on Jun 26, 2010 21:05:11 GMT -5
((Haha. xDD I apologize in advance for this post, cuz I have a feeling it's going to be LONG. D: Forgive me for making my posts so detailed and descriptive - it's a habit I've developed from writing. I'll try to advance the story a little bit so Rowan and Ragny can meet up again, soon.))Rowan gave a quick rap on Hiccup's door before inviting himself in, and since it was practically his second home since infancy, he usually didn't have to ask to come over. Hiccup was currently busy eating dinner with Toothless close beside him, and the dragon every so often looked up at him with begging eyes for a bite of the hearty, meaty lamb stew he was eating. Hiccup waved him off and scolded him with a laugh in his voice, then looked up to see Rowan walk in.
"Where were you all day?" Hiccup wondered, finishing off the last bite of stew in his bowl. There was one single hunk of meat left over, and he let Toothless have it. "I thought you were gonna come down to the forge with me and help me fix up your shield."
"I got... I got a little side-tracked," Rowan muttered, helping himself to a seat at the table. He casually leaned back with his hands behind his head, and placed a foot on the table. "Did you hear them out there this morning with that dragon?"
Hiccup nodded. "Yeah... I would have gone out to see, but the bad weather seems to really bother my leg." He grimaced a bit and rubbed the spot on his left leg where his prosthetic was attached. "Do you know what kind of dragon it was?"
"Well, actually, that's kind of why I'm here," Rowan said with a slight laugh. "I wanted to know if you knew what kind it was." He sat forward in his seat and began to explain with his hands as he talked. "The thing's huge. Probably... ohh, about the size and length of Toothless. It's orange and it's got these really bright, distinct purple, striped markings all over its body. Big, long spikes up and down its back and tail, and huge claws." Rowan paused and stared Hiccup in the eye. "Like, huge. Claws."
Hiccup was quiet for a moment or two and thought. "Sounds like it might be a Marsh Tiger, or at least a very close relative. Was it slobbery?"
Rowan nodded. "Yeah, like you wouldn't believe. It kept trying to spit in my eyes and I think I saw it do that to a couple of the Vikings holding it down." Hiccup's interest was suddenly sparked, and he tilted his head.
"You mean you were actually face-to-face with it at one point?" he asked.
"Uhh, yeah... interesting story," Rowan stuttered, feeling apprehensive and tense just remembering the incident. "I kind of took your advice and told the others to let the dragon go free, but it must have broken away from them somehow because when I saw it again, its wing was damaged really bad. I ended up following it out into the woods, and it... didn't take so kindly to me. I did everything you said: I didn't make eye contact at first, gave it my open hand, but it refused it and I only made it angrier. I even talked to it calmly and it lashed out at me." He took a breath and continued. "A couple times it nearly took my face off with those claws and teeth. I swear, I was fighting every urge to fight back, but it's probably better I didn't."
Hiccup was listening intently. "It sounds awfully territorial. Definitely a Marsh Tiger." He paused, seeming a bit confused. "So, it didn't respond positively to the open hand? That's a little... odd. It works even on the wildest dragons."
Rowan scoffed and shook his head. "Not on this one, it don't," he spluttered. "It won't let me near it, but it's going to die out there if I don't help it somehow. It's wing is so beat up that it's almost entirely immobile, and you can't really jump around, catching little birds and fish with a broken wing." Rowan looked down at Toothless. "Isn't that right, Toothless? You know what that's all like."
"Well, all the advice I can give you at this point is to keep visiting it; get it used to you being around and it'll eventually start to figure out you're not going to hurt it," Hiccup carefully suggested. "Bring a couple nice catches of fish along every now and then to keep it fed, and that act of bringing food is sort of like an ice breaker for dragons. Hopefully that'll help it warm up to you. Talk to it a lot, get it used to the sound of your voice. The craziest, wildest dragons are somehow soothed by a gentle tone of voice, especially singing."
Rowan made a face.
"Don't ask, I really don't know why they like it, but they do," Hiccup laughed. "Especially from me, since I can't carry a tune in a handbasket."
"Well, doesn't hurt to try, right?" Rowan said with a shrug. Hiccup almost winced at the comment.
"Ehhh... it might," he added. "Training a dragon is one thing - but taming it is a whole other story. I'll wish you the best of luck, but it's all you. You're the only one who can make this happen, and it's a bond that has to be made between you and that dragon." He gave a small smile and lovingly scratched Toothless behind the ear. "It's risky, but I assure you every painful moment is worth it."
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The next morning, just before the sun came up, Rowan ventured back into the woods and followed the Marsh Tiger's footprints in the mud to seek out where it had settled down. He brought a small catch of cod and mackerel in a basket along with him, hoping Hiccup's advice would work.
He finally found where the dragon was resting, and noticed it curled up in front of a small lake, just inches away from the water, as if it couldn't muster the strength to catch a single fish. The sight nearly broke Rowan's heart.
Okay, I don't care what this'll cost me - I've got to help this dragon, he resolved in his heart. Bravely, and ever so slowly and quietly, he approached the still dragon and began to softly whisper to it.
"Hey," he gently hissed. "It's me again. You're probably not gonna be happy to see me - but I'm here to feed ya." He slowly took a fish out of the basket on his back and waved it in the air.
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Post by Tani on Jun 27, 2010 18:15:53 GMT -5
((Red, can I tell you a secret? I LOVE your posts! All those details helps a lot to make an epic story! I’d love to write long posts too, but it’s hard with a character like Ragny… he doesn’t speak with humans xD and it's also hard to write in a foreing language. Oh, and I’ve thought… what if Rowan calls Ragny by a nickname? It has sense, because Rowan doesn’t have a way to know Ragny’s name.))
Ragnaros had given up already. The dragon just kept sitting on the edge of the lake, with his eyes partially closed, somnolent, as if he was waiting for the fish jump to his feet. For the smell of the air, he knew it was going to rain again soon. This island seemed to have a very wet weather, perfect for a marsh tiger... however, he had to find his family, or the Vikings who took them away. He was mulling over the possibility that those Vikings who lived on the island had his family somewhere in their village, but in this state he couldn't put a paw in the village.
Suddenly, mixed with the smell of wetness, there came another familiar smell. Ragnaros sniffed a few times the air to make sure, tasting it with his tongue too, but only a few seconds later he heard a voice behind him.
"Hey!"
He turned slowly, tired, to see the Viking boy with blond hair. He had something in his hand, didn't know what his name was, but humans used it to carry different things. He took a few clumsy steps toward him, showing his teeth while growling. Ragnaros didn't know what the guy had in that thing, but it couldn't be something good...
He looked to the arm of the Viking, which had been bitten previously and was now bandaged. The dragon thought that he was clear about seeing the Viking again
“It's me again. You're probably not gonna be happy to see me - but I'm here to feed ya.”-the Viking said.
¿Feed him?
He looked curiously at the Viking as he pulled a fish from that ... thing to carry objects. By the smell it was fresh fish! And there was more! Why? Why that guy brought him food? It had neither poison, nor anything harmful that had smelled before. No, looked like a fish, smelt like fish... and he was sure it tasted like fish. Ragnaros looked at the boy, suspicious. He approached the boy carefully. The marsh tiger was limping a little of his left front leg, so his steps were slow. He glanced at the boy again, smelling the face, hair, clothes... the smell belonged to wood, moisture and food. He grabbed the chest of his fur coat with his mouth and lifted the boy into the air, shaking him a few times to hear any sound characteristic of a weapon. Intentionally caused the Viking helmet fell to the ground. He did not like those things. Especially since most were made with dragon material. He noticed something gleaming in the boy's belt. It was a dagger. He released the boy immediately, stepping back while looking at his weapon. He threw several sparks and smoke through the nose, distrustful, lowering his head and baring his teeth again, growling. Now he knew what the boy wanted. The Viking wanted to distract him with food and then kill him with that knife and bring him as a trophy to the village. All the Vikings were like that.
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little red
Caught Dragon
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Post by little red on Jun 29, 2010 15:46:58 GMT -5
((Awwww.... x3 That makes me feel a bit better about my long, detailed posts I guess. xDD Ohh, and I was actually thinking the same thing, though I haven't quite come up with a nickname for Ragny yet. I'm still thinking! ^^))Rowan didn't bother to pick his helmet up off the ground, since he knew the sight of it bothered the distrustful dragon. But he still couldn't figure out why the beast was upset. He held out the fish again.
"No, no, no, it's okay," he assured it, keeping a calm tone of voice. "See? It's fish." He wiggled the dead fish. "You like fish, right? And I can bet you're pretty hungry."
It wasn't working. It seemed like every time Rowan moved, that dragon would growl. Something else was distracting it. Something in his... belt.
Rowan followed the dragon's gaze, down to the dagger in his belt. Well, no wonder it was upset. Rowan thought he had left that thing home. He took his belt off completely and tossed it way off into the bushes where it couldn't be seen, and kicked his helmet in that direction as well.
"There, nothing to worry about now - I don't have any weapons," he assured the dragon. "Just this fish. C'mon, it's all right."
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