Tani
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Post by Tani on Jun 29, 2010 19:14:25 GMT -5
((Yep, but since it's your character, I can't help you choosing a name. It's all up to you xD.))
Ragnaros remained silent a few seconds, astonished. The Viking boy threw away his belt with the dagger, having only the fish. He was confused. Very confused. That was the first time that a Viking didn’t attack him on sight. But why? Maybe… the boy really wanted to help him? To help a dragon? Anyway, that boy was his only chance to survive, but still the marsh tiger didn’t like him. That guy was small, but a Viking after all. A Viking was a Viking, and that boy could betray him anytime. No, he couldn’t trust a Viking.
Extremely cautious, Ragnaros approached the boy without lowering his guard, looking at the Viking at every step. When the dragon was close enough, he opened his jaws and caught the fish from the boy’s hand, swallowing of a mouthful. It tasted so good!
After that, Ragnaros sniffed, looking for the other fish inside that… bag? Whatever it was… the fish were inside. He looked at the boy again before picking the bag-thing on his moth and carrying it to his hideout, where he overturned it to get the fish. The hungry was gone… and all thanks to that boy. Ragnaros looked at him as he ate the fish, trying to figure out why he did that. He growled him, bit him, and even tried to kill him! Or that guy was stupid, or was very different from other Vikings. No… he was a Viking.
Ragnaros growled slightly at him from his hideout. The dragon didn’t like the boy’s presence at all, but he helped him, so that meant the boy didn’t want to hurt him. At least at the moment…
((At this point, I think a day should pass, right? Everything can't happen in just one day xD))
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little red
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Post by little red on Jul 10, 2010 17:30:21 GMT -5
((I agree... let's just say Rowan left Ragny with the fish to eat and headed home. Still working on a nickname. I need a really good and clever one. 8DD))Rowan had gotten quite busy over the next few days, and he was left with no time to go check on the Marsh Tiger, to his disappointment. All he could do was hope and pray that it stayed safe and alive. Over those few days, however, he planned out how he was going to strategically help the dragon get back on its feet. The wounds it had received would heal by themselves to a degree, but some of his more damaged body parts - like his wing - might need a bit of fixing in order to properly heal.
He wasn't aware that he had been acting strangely since meeting that dragon, but over the days he worked with the other villagers, they had pointed it out to him that he didn't seem like himself. For one thing, he couldn't get that dragon off of his mind, and for another, he found himself constantly planning and thinking about how he'd help it. Apparently, it was drawing his attention away from work, and he had been scolded several times for a lazy job as a result of his 'daydreaming'.
I'm not daydreaming, he wanted to tell them. I'm strategizing - something you people seem to have a very hard time doing.
Finally, after almost five days, he had a break from work and stole off to the woods to go find that dragon. By now he was worried that it was beginning to starve, so he brought plenty of fish along with him. He left his helmet and dagger home, knowing the dragon didn't like them, and it only fueled its distrust. This time, he was going to attempt to calm it down and mend its wing. He had also brought along some healing salve and torn fabric from old sails to wrap the wing up with. Hopefully he'd be able to bandage up the poor, wounded creature before those wounds got infected.
And Thor only knows how well that will go, he thought with a small chuckle as he appeared in the clearing. The dragon was still just as stationary as it was the last time Rowan had seen him, and for a fleeting moment he began to wonder if it had died... until it seemed to have heard his footsteps, and it turned its head towards him. Rowan gave a small smile.
"How you doing, bud?" he asked, stepping closer. "Sorry I was gone so long. I had a lot of work to do. But I brought you some more food - here."
This time, instead of holding out the fish with his hand, he tipped the basket over in front of the dragon for it to eat on its own. That way, he could get it calm enough for it to let him bandage it. He wasn't all that sure it was going to work out that way, but it didn't hurt to try, anyway.
"I'll bet you didn't miss me one bit," he carried on. "But if it makes you feel any better about me - I couldn't stop worrying about you the whole time I was gone. No joke. You really are something special, and I'm not even sure exactly why. Especially after you bit me to pieces and nearly killed me. It's like I just... saw past all of that... 'cuz there's something different about you."
He paused for a while, wondering how the dragon would respond to his words. On second thought, it probably couldn't understand a word he said.
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Tani
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Post by Tani on Jul 11, 2010 17:58:07 GMT -5
Ragnaros had not seen the boy again after a couple of days. The truth was that he thought the Viking won't return, but the dragon was wrong. The guy was very persistent, and brought more fish to him. He tipped the basket in front of him. The dragon looked at him a few seconds, still doubting, but this time he dared to stay closer to him. Then the boy began to speak. The gestures and the tone in which the boy spoke suggested that what he said was something important for him. He stared at Viking, with his head bowed. He could understand several words, but he could make a connection between all of them to understand the message.
Ragnaros snorted, without taking his eyes off the boy's eyes. He was sure he had understood it perfectly, despite the impossibility of the situation. The young Viking said he was worried about him, that he was special... A Viking worrying about a dragon? A dragon special for a Viking? Never would have thought so, but the boy's eyes did not lie. Ragnaros could see through them as if they were made of glass... but it was difficult to forget everything that he had lived. It was hard to forget everything that the Vikings had done to him and his family.
That kid was different to all the Vikings with whom he had come across so far. And that intrigued him. The Marsh Tiger approached the boy, curious, surrounding the fish basket. He sat in front of him peering into his eyes looking for any sign of lie, but found no such thing. He looked more carefully, recognizing some healing objects that humans used. It was impossible that the boy was lying.
The boy just wanted to help... and he had thanked him trying to kill him.
He gazed to the arm where he had bitten the boy in his first confrontation, regretful. Then he lowered his head and licked the bite area, as a way of apologizing. Ragnaros was a proud dragon, but he knew when to recognize his mistakes.
The Marsh Tiger lowered his head in front of the young Viking. The boy had shown him that he didn't have to distrust him, and now Ragnaros felt he should do the same.
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little red
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Post by little red on Jul 27, 2010 21:21:49 GMT -5
((AWWWUHHHHH. 8'D I know I already told you this, but that last post is SO ADORABLE AND AHHH and it almost made me cry ;U; OK OK I'll post now and obsess over the cuteness later. x3))Rowan was in complete awe as he watched the dragon respond to his words - as if the being understood every single Norse word that came out of his mouth. A connection was being made, and he could feel it. His heart began to pound as the dragon inched forward.... and then licked the wound that it had created. He couldn't say a word in response, he was simply frozen in a strange mix of captivation and disbelief, his mouth hanging open in awe.
The dragon lowered its head, as if submitting and apologizing all at once. Rowan let go of a small smile and gently placed his hand on top of the dragon's nose like he did several days before. This time, it seemed as though the dragon was more comfortable with the gesture.
"That's more like it, buddy," he softly spoke, rubbing the creature's warm nose. "I never meant to hurt you - I'm here to help you, okay? Look: I brought some stuff to help your wing heal."
He turned around and grabbed the rags and salve, helped the dragon lie down in a comfortable position, and began applying it to the torn, damaged portions of its wings and body. When he had rubbed the soothing salve over the dragon's wounds, he wrapped up parts of its wings with the torn fabric to keep them in a position to properly heal. Those were just a few of the techniques he had learned from Hiccup on how to tend a dragon's wounds.
"There we go, that'll heal in no time," Rowan said with satisfaction, sitting back to inspect his work. Not a shabby job for his first time bandaging up a wild dragon. He looked back up into its eyes with a grin on his face. "You know, you let that heal long enough, and you'll be able to go flying again. I've only flown a dragon on my own once... usually I have someone more experienced drive - like Hiccup or my mom. But... I've always wondered what it'd be like to train my own dragon... ride with it on a really nice day... go on adventures with it..."
His voice faltered and faded into silence, and an idea began to gestate in his mind. He sat back, his mouth open as if ready to finish speaking, and stared at the dragon for a few heavy moments.
I... could train this dragon, he thought with excitement tinged with nervousness. If it will only let me.
"How would you like it..." he began, slowly, "if I taught you how to fly with me? Once your wing heals, we can work on flying together. Imagine all the adventures we could have, and all the places we could go... savage tribes we could fight... girls we could win...!" He laughed and smiled. "It'd be great!" He shrugged and sat forward. "You know, only if you're okay with it, though. What do ya say.... wanna give it a go?"
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Tani
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Post by Tani on Aug 8, 2010 6:27:28 GMT -5
((Rowan is SO CUTE too!! *dies* this story will be so awesome! I can't wait to see what happens next >3< oh, and sorry for this post, but after this long time without writing in english I need to practise again XD))
Ragnaros felt the warm hand of the young Viking lying on his nose and stroking it. That made him sneeze slighty while a few bright sparks went out of his nose. The Marsh Tiger felt strange, as if all that fury towards the Vikings had been appeased by the mere presence of that boy.
While the young Viking bandaged his wounds, he looked each of his movements with curiosity. Occasionally let out a groan because of the pain but, as he was too proud, he tried to hide it.
When the boy finished, Ragnaros felt much better. All his wounds had been treated and, hopefully, he will be able to fly again soon. The voice of Viking interrupted his thoughts. He said he had ridden a dragon? What was happening on that island? The boy spoke again. Ragnaros listened intently, trying to understand the meaning of the words. Gradually, as he did before, he made a connection between those words and could fully understand what the boy said.
Him? Stay in that island? Being trained? That piqued his curiosity.
Ragnaros's head stood up, looking at the sky. Since he put a claw on that island his only desire had been to leave as soon as possible... but now that impertinent Viking had cast doubt on it.
He was on the island for one reason, the same one that made him left the marsh: to find what remained of his family, captured by the Vikings. It was not easy to find their villages, let alone slip into them. Even flying over was a problem. But... what if he helped the Viking? He said they would go on adventures, they would know new places, would fight against savage tribes...
The dragon looked back at the Viking. He did not doubt what he had to do. Besides... he should recognize he had grown attached to the boy... and his idea didn't sound boring at all. Ragnaros licked the boy's face and touched his cheek with his nose like a caress, producing a purr-like grunt. Since then, Ragnaros knew he could learn many things from his new partner and, perhaps, the Viking could also learn from him.
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little red
Caught Dragon
Talking Fishbone
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Post by little red on Aug 8, 2010 22:42:05 GMT -5
((Lol, it IS awesome already!! 8DD I'm absolutely loving RPing with you, and our characters work SO well together. <333 Haha, no worries with the English… you do a fantastic job, and your last post sounded just fine!))Rowan smiled as the dragon rubbed against his face, much like a domesticated dog would to its beloved and faithful master; and an overbearing feeling of compassion welled up inside of him at the gesture. There was no doubt that the dragon understood him, that there was a connection between them, and Rowan couldn't help but feel honored and privileged to have won the heart of such a wild, untamed creature.
Rowan himself was a sort of wild and misunderstood boy to the rest of his community, and always seemed to work hard at holding up a front that told people he was stronger than he really was inside. He continually strived for acceptance by the villagers, and never won that losing fight. He was an outcast in his own community, as if he had done something wrong. The only fault he had was his existence, obviously - which only Odin and Frigg and his own parents could have controlled.
And through spending time with this dragon, who had done nothing wrong besides accidentally landing in a village swarming with savage human creatures, Rowan was slowly learning that there were so many similarities between himself and the dragon. Underneath that ferocious, heavily-armored body, there was a tender-hearted, innocent, confused and misunderstood creature, who silently pleaded for help. Though up until then, neither Rowan nor the dragon knew exactly what kind of help they needed. But it all made sense now.
They needed each other.
"That's a good boy," Rowan gently whispered, closing his eyes as the dragon continued to caress his cheek with its warm, scaly nose. He reached up and scratched it right under the neck and could hear a sort of purring noise rumbling deep within its throat. "I guess we have a deal then, huh?"
He pulled away for a moment to look the dragon in the eye again. He smiled and gave a small laugh, realizing now that he had forgotten something very important.
"You know… I've never told you who I am, and I guess you deserve to know, since I'll be taking care of you and all," he said with a grin. "I'm Rowan. Rowan Thorston. And I suppose you probably need a name too, huh guy?"
The dragon seemed patient as Rowan sat still and thought hard - probably for at least ten minutes, and nothing came to mind. He sighed and ran a hand through his long, stringy hair.
"Ahh, well I guess I'll come up with something later. Maybe it'll come to me when I'm asleep. The gods have a way of doing stuff like that." He stood up and placed a hand on the dragon's neck once more. "You be a good boy and stay put, do you hear me? We want those wings to heal, right? You'll have to stay very still and patient, and they'll get better." Rowan gave a broad grin. "I'll be back in the morning, all right?"
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Ragnaros.
In the middle of his sleep, Rowan was suddenly awakened, and his eyes opened slowly to meet the milky blackness of night. His eyes were still full of sleep and watery as he turned them lazily towards the window. Not even a hint of sunlight graced the horizon, and with a groan he realized it was still the middle of the night.
He shifted in bed and tried to will himself back to sleep, but something prevented him from doing so.
Ragnaros.
Confused, and still very much asleep, Rowan contemplated the thought. It sounded a lot like ragnarok, which was Norse for the apocalypse. The end of the world. Terror and suffering and agony.
It sounded a lot like a good, Viking-like name for a dragon.
He half-consciously smiled and turned back over in bed. Well, that's neat, I guess. Maybe I should tell Ragnaros tomorrow.
Ragnaros.
He sat up slowly in bed. I'll name the dragon Ragnaros. Yeah, that's what I'll do. Awesome name - no one's used it yet. I bet the dragon will like it. Cool idea. Thanks, Odin.
And before he knew it, his head had hit the pillow again, and he was fast asleep right up until the first light of day.
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"So uhh, guess what, buddy?" Rowan announced the next morning as he approached the Marsh Tiger. He grinned and shoved his hands in his pockets. "I got a name for ya - how's… Ragnaros sound? Pretty fearsome, huh? It came to me in my sleep - I'm pretty sure it's a sign from the gods, since I was just saying that yesterday!"
He paused for a while, just smiling at that dragon. It hadn't even expressed if it liked the name or not, but there was something about being with the creature that made Rowan so happy and proud. He'd change the name in a heartbeat if the dragon so pleased. He'd do anything for it, really. As long as he was happy, Rowan was happy, and that's something he really had never felt before in his life.
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Tani
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Post by Tani on Aug 9, 2010 8:44:48 GMT -5
Ragnaros lowered his spikes and shook the tail, lifting it just a few inches from the ground and then hitting it softly, his tongue began to hang from one side of his mouth as the Viking scratched his throat. That was… an interesting reaction.
The marsh tiger looked at the Viking’s eyes too. For the very first time, he saw something different to anger and hate in a human. Maybe they were meant to meet.
“What an irony… if someone had told me this before, I would have charred him to the bone.” He thought.
The Viking began to talk again.
Rowan? He didn’t know that word. Actually… he didn’t think it was a word. A name? So that annoying Viking’s name was Rowan?
The dragon glanced the boy, irritated. What an odd name. It wasn’t scary at all compared to the common Viking’s names. Well… at least he had a name. And probably friends to call him by it.
“I suppose you probably need a name too.”
Astonished, the marsh tiger tilted his head. If Rowan wanted to give him a name it was because he was important for the Viking. And he was happy to hear that. Ragnaros stood up and followed Rowan a few meters before he went to the village. It was late, and he was hungry… but luckily the fish basket was still there…
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When Rowan came back the next morning, the young marsh tiger was already awake and playing with the mud of the lake shore. When he saw the Viking, the dragon shook his body, making the mud flew in all directions. Then he walked towards his new trainer with interest, wanting to know any news about his name.
Ragnaros…it sounded fierce and fearsome! He could imagine those savage tribes hesitating beneath a crimson sky, pointing at him with a trembling finger, with Rowan, the dragon rider, on his back.
The dragon roared with enthusiasm, spiting a fireball to the sky. Then he pounced to Rowan, playful.
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little red
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Talking Fishbone
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Post by little red on Aug 24, 2010 13:39:36 GMT -5
Rowan smiled and let out a laugh. The dragon loved his new name! Praise Odin, it liked the name!
He held up his arms and laughed even more when Ragnaros shook mud everywhere, and as it flew in every direction, several large gobs of it ended up in Rowan's hair, on his face, and all over his body. He realized that Ragnaros wanted to play when he jumped towards him, his tail flicking back and forth. Rowan started by leap-frogging over the dragon's head, launching himself off of it's body and into the mud. He grabbed a handful of the gooey, dripping earth and lobbed it at Ragnaros, grinning a mischievous, playful grin and laughing the entire time.
It wasn't long before Rowan was completely covered in mud, and yet he was having the time of his life. He had no idea how he'd explain away his appearance to his parents, but frankly, he didn't care what they'd think. Hours had probably passed, but it seemed like no time at all when he was with Ragnaros. The dragon seemed to bring a piece of happiness into his life that he had never felt before. Something fulfilling; something satisfying and comforting.
Sadly, he couldn't recall a single time in his life where he felt this happy or had this much fun with his own parents - or anyone else in the village, for that matter.
He lay laughing in the grass, catching his breath and still wiping mud from his face, and smiled again at Ragnaros as he approached. The dragon was just as covered in mud as the young human was, and both were finally beginning to feel tired.
"Ahh, Ragny," he said with a grin. "I haven't felt this great in a long time."
As he lay in the grass quietly, with the dragon gently resting at his side, he looked up into the sky and noticed dark clouds forming and blocking out the sun. His smile disappeared as he realized a nice rain storm was probably on its way. He didn't really want to run back to the village to shelter himself from the storm in his cozy, warm hut, and leave Ragnaros here all alone to rough it out. So he decided in that moment that he'd stay with him, even if it meant getting drenched in rain.
He reached up and stroked Ragnaros's neck. "Don't worry, bud. I'll stay with you for a while. I didn't really wanna go back home, anyway."
And no sooner had the words left his mouth, the clouds bunched into tight knots and the rain began to come down. ((Tani! I have a great idea. What if, sometime after this when Rowan leaves, another dragon comes out of the woods and tries attacking Ragny since he's hurt and can't fight. Then Rowan comes just as the dragon is about to attack, and shows Ragny that he cares about him so much, he'd even fight for him. How does that sound?))
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