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Post by ForgottenExistance on Dec 8, 2013 20:58:03 GMT -5
Rekindling the fire's of one's beliefs is something to strive towards. Losing the passion, living for so long under the dark beliefs that your life has been lie after lie, it is the least desirable situation for someone to find themselves in. When you've turned your back on everything you were raised to know, decided instead to turn to what you think, to what you understand to to be the best situation, it leaves a hole somewhere deep within your mind that cannot hope to be filled with anything new. The only way to fill that hole is to find reconciliation with your past, and reach a state of closure.
But what happens when you get that closure? The misinformation of your past is still there, what other people believe cannot be changed without help. It takes a single spark to ignite a fire, and anyone can be that one spark.
It had been several weeks since the journey across the ocean and its islands had come to a close. After incredible feats of survival, action, friendship and trust, the group had returned home. Some of them were happier, some of them were sad, some of them were just relieved to be back home. But for one of them, the journey had been a pinnacle moment, something that opened a million doors and filled the hole in the back of her heart. Icebreaker Cove had been that turning moment for Ingrid Asgeir, finally realizing after all those years that her father had still loved her, and that she had earned her Cloak even in her actions of support for the dragons. It wasn't a feeling that one could come to terms with easily; the sudden realization of love having always been there. It would take time for her to come to terms with the fact that she never really had to leave, but what was done was already done, and there was little she could do about that.
But after several days of staying at Berk, Ingrid realized that she had to return to her true home, and she would take up the gargantuan task of trying to reform the villagers towards no longer attempting to kill dragons. Though they had spent generations trying to kill them, following the code that the original settlers of the Hunters had set down, she would have to do what she could to change their beliefs of dragons. She wouldn't be able to rest knowing that there still remained a cove in the mainland that had experienced dragon slayers, and who were not afraid to act on that training. If gone untended, that would mean that any dragons within five miles of the cove would be as good as dead.
Stepping out of her shack and bolting the door behind her, the young Hunter walked over to her dragon companion and gave her an affectionate rub along the jaw line, "Just about ready to go Temp? We've got a lot of ground to cover, and I want to get there at nightfall," she spoke softly with a small smile. With the sun only just rising, if they went at a relatively fast pace, they would likely get to the Cove just as the night was setting in. That way the arrival of her dragon wouldn't be spotted, and the Cove wouldn't attempt to shoot them down. Then, all she would have to do would be to land Tempest somewhere, and either keep her in the stables of the Hunter's Manor, or hide her away in the canyon where she had originally found the Night Fury.
Tempest gave a little murr of acknowledgement, rubbing her head into her human's hand quite contently. Ingrid chuckled and pulled away, giving her a little pat before slipping her gear onto the back of the saddle, "Good to hear. I know we don't usually fly with much gear or the saddle, but the situation calls for it. We don't know how long we're going to be staying there, so we'd better be prepared for anything," she said, making sure the straps were on tight. Making a final check of her gear, Ingrid pulled the fine black cloak out of the rest of her gear and eyed it curiously, thinking about her father's death only a few weeks prior.
The cloak was a beautiful thing, crafted as well as any Roman royal would have wished to possess. Made out of a fine fabric, as black as the scales of her companion, it was as soft to the touch as silk, but tough as hide, serving excellent protection against the elements and allowing movement freely. The cloak had no arms, and reached her ankles without difficulty, and had a hood that would easily shield her eyes if she pulled it all the way forward. When she had it pulled around her, it would conceal her entire body, save for her feet and what amount of her face she wished to reveal, and kept her quite warm. It closed around her collar bone, with a beautiful silver piece, of two wings protruding from a crescent moon. The entire ensemble was as regal as it was terrifying and mysterious, fit for a battlefield as much as for a dining hall in the highest echelons of society.
Ingrid was repulsed by it as much as she was proud to wear it. It was a symbol of her people, the Hunters of the Night in all their glory. Made specifically for her, something to carry with her when her moments were at its darkest. But how could she wear it when she knew how many deaths the people who that cloak represented had caused? The viking branch of the Hunters had become something worse then what they originally represented, something that she couldn't condone. The original creation may have been to defend against and study dragons, but somewhere along the way the viking way of life had changed the code. In Rome and the surrounding territories, things were likely different, still the studious and defensive way that they had been formed to be. But the harshness of the Viking lands had changed that for generations.
Giving a cold sigh, Ingrid slipped the cloak around her shoulders and pinned the fabric together around her collar. One way or another, she was a Hunter, it was always who she was. Even if what it had became sickened her, she couldn't change who she was. She could only strive to change what they were and who they would be. That was exactly why she was gearing up to leave. Only issue with living with people who understand you is the fact that they will be prone towards caring and noticing things. She never had that issue when she lived in Icebreaker Cove, because people wouldn't intrude on Hunter privacy. But with Berk, her history didn't matter with her matters of privacy. What mattered was her relationships with people, and the fact that she had come to rely on others as much as they had come to rely on her. She was expecting people to notice her gearing up to leave, what she wasn't expecting was someone to interrupt.
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Post by Shockstorm on Dec 9, 2013 0:46:44 GMT -5
So far for Jorgen the days following their group's return from their little adventure across the islands had been quite relaxing. The journey had been perfect for getting him to accept others as friends and discovering several new kinds of dragons. During the journey and their many misadventures during it, Jorgen had gotten well acquainted with his companions. Each of them had a unique history that they had all eventually shared with one another, and Jorgen was glad he could call them friends. He had even learned quite a bit about the Hunters of the Night that he hadn't known before. And even though Jorgen still had several questions about the Hunters, he had a feeling Ingrid wouldn't be able to tell him and the Hunters at the Cove probably wouldn't like his friendly views on dragons, so he was content to mill over what he had learned for now.
The only thing from that journey that concerned him was Ingrid, ever since that day where they had visited Icebreaker Cove she had acted different. At first Jorgen had believed it was just because she had gotten some closure on her personal affairs, but after this much time he was beginning to suspect something else was going on in her head. He was proven right when he noticed her gathering enough gear for a long journey as he was taking a short stroll.
"Well Ingrid, I see you gathered up quite a bit of gear. Yet normally you and Tempest prefer to travel lightly, so this must mean you plan to be away from any place to resupply for quite some time. Might I ask where you plan to go?" Jorgen asked casually as he walked up to Ingrid and Tempest. While he could safely assume this had something to do with what happened at Icebreaker Cove, Jorgen had never been the kind to pry into another person's personal affairs without cause. Now he just needed to wait and see what her answer would be. Knowing Ingrid, Jorgen wouldn't be surprised if she had some idea to restructure the Hunters or to create a whole other organization to guard the views that both of them shared to some degree, that with a steady temper and understanding there can be peace between dragons and humans.
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Post by ForgottenExistance on Dec 9, 2013 21:21:35 GMT -5
Ingrid visibly flinched when she heard Jorgen's voice coming from behind her a ways. She had hoped to not be bothered by one of her "friends" before she left, that her departure would go unnoticed and thus avoiding any awkward conversation. Such as the one that she was about to have with the previous guide of their expedition over the sea. He was always the inquisitive and curious one, as she had come to learn over the past few months of knowing him. While she wasn't usually one to take kindly to a companion of the human nature, she had grown relatively fond of Jorgen. He may have been the closest thing to an actual friend that she felt on the island, even with her closure from most everyone else who walked on two legs and lacked wings.
Turning away from her dragon companion, and turning her attention to her human one, she gave a gentle smile to him. Though she hadn't intended on being interrupted, at least it was Jorgen, and not someone like the twins. There were plenty enough thick-skulls in the world, she didn't have the patience to converse with one of those at such a stressful moment. Giving a little nod to him, she spoke when he finished, "Quite astute as always Jorgen. I intend on leaving Berk for some time. As you can likely guess, my intended destination is Icebreaker Cove for now," she said, confirming his suspicions as simply as it were an open and shut case.
While she did appreciate her privacy, she wouldn't withhold information from people who request it, as long as it didn't come at a personal cost or consequence. Informing Jorgen that she intended on leaving to her old home for a time wasn't going to come of consequence of her, as far as she assumed. She doubted he'd be interested enough to follow her, or concerned enough to stop her. It was just allowing him to know where she would be, and answering the question that he asked, simple. She wasn't there to discus the philosophy behind her decision to try and reform the Hunter's codex in Icebreaker Cove, or about the history of the Hunters that she was trying to recreate. It was just allowing him to know where she was going.
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Post by Shockstorm on Dec 10, 2013 18:53:42 GMT -5
Jorgen nodded as Ingird confirmed his suspicions, at least partially. Now that he knew her destination, Jorgen could only think of a few reasons why Ingrid would go back to Icebreaker Cove for such a long time. "Really, so you're going to go back to your old home then. I wonder how much of this decision has to do with the Hunters and the way they still treat dragons. In fact, I was beginning to plan a little expedition there myself to see if there was a way to make them at least avoid killing dragons on sight." Jorgen said, still using a casual tone. Even though the hint that he already at least had some idea of why she was going had been pretty obvious, Jorgen hoped it didn't agitate her. They were friends after all, and so he didn't want to pry too hard.
Though if that really is her plan, Jorgen was already prepared to tag along in secret to make sure Ingrid made it there all right. He always kept his travel gear ready to go, and his additional supplies were packed already, even Shock was ready to leave at a moment's notice. Granted this was all because he really did plan on journeying south to learn even more about the Hunters, and maybe even to follow the rumors he'd begun to hear about other survivors of the Sea Pillar Tribe. After all, since he was technically Chief of the Sea Pillars, it was Jorgen's duty to find any other survivors and bring them home to Dovangard.
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Post by ForgottenExistance on Dec 10, 2013 22:21:55 GMT -5
Ingrid nodded in silence for a moment, staring at Jorgen in thought. She doubted that he had actually thought about going back to Icebreaker Cove, but she didn't doubt that he had planned on going off of Berk on yet another adventure. Nonetheless, she felt like she should again confirm what he had been hinting at, and offhandedly gestured at Tempest, "The last thing I want is there to be a cove of trained dragon hunters existing within a day's flight from where we live. There may be no more Hunters in the Cove after my father's death...other then myself..." she hesitated, trailing off for a moment before quickly picking up where she left off, "But the rest of the villagers were trained by Hunters. Facing dragons, they make Berk vikings seem tame. I cannot allow this, so I do intend on trying to sway them from such hostility," she said, returning her hand to a crossed position in front of her chest.
While Berk's soldiers were formidable, they were amateurs at most in comparison to the Icebreaker Cove militia. Her people were dangerous. And with no more Hunters in the Cove, they were without guidance. That only left them more dangerous, and she couldn't allow that to continue. Heading back home was her last option, and even if it meant staying away from Berk for a time, living in her ancestor's mansion, facing the horrors of what their legacy had become, then she would. She would restore what they used to be, even if it took her a long time, she would stay as long as it took. Safety of dragons was her new priority, and reforming the Northener Hunter's branch was the biggest thing she could do about that.
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Post by Shockstorm on Dec 10, 2013 23:49:12 GMT -5
Jorgen couldn't help but smile at Ingrid's response. His suspicions were indeed correct, she planned to try and teach the inhabitants of Icebreaker Cove the path of peace with dragons. A noble goal, but also a pretty wild one with only one person. "That would be unfortunate, especially as Berk grows more and more accustomed to dragons. It could cause trouble between Berk and the Cove if nothing is done. But tell me, how do you plan to do all that on you own? They might respect you since you're an official member of the Hunters now, but how much influence do you think you'll be able to muster?" Jorgen asked. At this point he was already thinking up ways he'd follow after her in secret, because while for her this would be a partially personal mission, it would be a diplomatic one for Jorgen. Reducing the risk of attack from people who hunted dragons would greatly improve the chance of Dovangard being rebuilt in the way Jorgen wanted it one day, so he had plenty of reason to try and make certain Ingrid's goal becomes a reality.
Plus since the Cove is on the mainland, it would bring Jorgen closer where the Hunters reside, and the chance to gather information on a major organisation would be invaluable. After all, ever since their journey across the sea during which Ingrid taught Jorgen quite a bit about the Hunters and their history, he had been starting to develop ideas for an organisation that would bring and enforce peace between humans and dragons. Of course right now he had no resources for such an endeavor, nor did he actually know how such an organisation would work, but learning more about the Hunters of the Night could help immensely. And even if it didn't, the knowledge would still be good to have, because knowledge is power and power is something Jorgen is often short of.
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Post by ForgottenExistance on Dec 12, 2013 21:30:44 GMT -5
Ingrid gazed off at the sky for a few moments, honestly unsure of how she'd be able to change the opinions of everyone in the Cove. They were stuck in their ways, stubborn, and sure of what they knew. And they only knew how to kill dragons. It would be a difficult and tedious task, but she was determined, so she would do all she could to change them. Sighing, Ingrid responded to the sky, "I haven't the faintest idea how to change them. But the most I can do is to try," she said, finally returning her gaze to him curiously. He was a man full of surprises, she wouldn't put it past him to just follow her anyways. She wouldn't try to stop him if she did, but she wouldn't go out of her way to include him.
Still, she had to consider if it would be beneficial for him to go with her. He may not have been a Hunter, but he understood enough of their ways that he could help at least an iota. There wasn't much of a way that he could hurt her chances of changing their thought process. But it was a private matter, and while she assumed he would follow her anyways, she didn't intend on just asking him outright. She'd leave and see what remained of the mansion's stables, and if he followed, then he would follow and there was little she could do about that. Of course, if he came along, he'd likely lock himself away in the mansion's library and study the history of the Hunters. The thought made Ingrid laugh internally.
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Post by Shockstorm on Dec 13, 2013 0:03:30 GMT -5
Jorgen nodded, content with Ingrid's answer. While it was unfortunate she didn't have any sort of plan, at least not one she would share with him, Jorgen knew that he probably wouldn't of been able to come up with one either. After all, it can be difficult to change the beliefs of an entire tribe, especially one with such simple and basic beliefs as those of the Cove. It was also apparent that Ingrid wasn't going to invite him, if she were going to do so she would have by now, so that left Jorgen with plan B. He'd have to follow her there and watch from the shadows. "Well then, you should think of some way quickly. I would hate it if they ever found Tempest while you're there, after all, there's only so much one person can cover up on their own." Jorgen said, and he couldn't help but make it sound ominous.
Although with his big mouth Ingrid might be suspecting that he'll follow her anyway, he hadn't exactly been subtle, but he was fairly certain Ingrid wouldn't try and stop him. "I guess I shouldn't hold you up any longer. You have packing to do and I have some letters I need to get sent to a friend, well really more of an associate, of mine down in the lovely city of Rome. So I'm off, good luck on you're mission, you'll need it." Jorgen said in farewell as he turned and walked off. At least he could walk away without lying to her, he really did need to send some letters to Rome, after all it's been awhile since his agent Decimus reported back to him on Roman current events, and that info was very useful whenever he planned one of his journeys to the mainland.
But once those letters were away he's be sure to tell Shock, Sunfire and Haze about the situation and get ready to tale after Ingrid. To be safe he'll have to have Haze keep an eye out to see when Ingrid leaves, that way he and Shock can follow after her during the night without worrying about being ahead of Ingrid and Tempest. 'Good thing I've long since added Icebreaker Cove to all of my maps. If I tried to follow Ingrid by trailing her I have no doubt she'd notice me, but this way I can leave whenever I want and not worry about losing her. Now to just work out the details...' Jorgen thought as he walked home at a leisurely pace.
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Post by ForgottenExistance on Dec 22, 2013 21:54:53 GMT -5
Ingrid pondered his response silently, considering the truth of it. She would have to be careful with Tempest, even if the stables were still standing. It only took one person to snoop into her affairs to be able to ruin everything. She quickly responded, "I believe I have a solution for that, but thank you for your concern," she said with a small smile. Perhaps he was just trying to goad her into asking him to go with her, but that wasn't happening. It was her business, and she'd tend to it if she could. Nonetheless, it would be interesting to see just how long it would take Jorgen to pick up and start following her.
The hunter nodded at him, "Farewell, Jorgen," she bid before she turned to her dragon. Checking the straps on her gear one last time, she vaulted onto Tempest's back and settled into the saddle, getting ready for the long journey. She smiled inwardly and gave Tempest a little rub on the back of the head, "Ready when you are, girl," she said happily. Tempest grumbled at her contently before launching off into the sky, leaving Berk and Jorgen behind them. The journey began, and it was a one way trip. There would be no stops along the way, and once she got there, she would stay until she was finished her job or run out of town.
Hours of endless flying passed. Some were spent with dragon and rider speaking to eachother, communicating in the strange way that only years of bonding could develop. Other hours were spent in silence, with Ingrid contemplating what she would do when she got home. As suspected, the Cove came into view a little while after the sun set behind the horizon. Even though she knew what the sight of the Cove meant, she couldn't help but smile at the sight of the marvelous village. It was her birthplace, nothing would change that for her. It was unlikely that anyone on the ground would notice the two black figures against the darkened and cloudy sky, so Ingrid felt relatively confident in the safety of landing Tempest right behind the Hunter's Manor, where the stables were. Or at least, where she assumed they still were. As far as she knew, they were moved or taken down, since she hadn't stayed in the Cove long enough to check the last time she was there.
Hitting the ground gently on all fours, Tempest's landing was all-but silent, and she quickly looked at the dark silhouette of the mansion with curiosity. Ingrid turned to the side and cracked a smile. The stable, still standing and in perfect condition. It would serve well to hide her dragon from the eyes of the public, and keep her relatively warm at the same time. Making a light tsk with her tongue to signal their need to move, Ingrid slid off of Tempest and quickly led her to the doors of the stable. The hunter pushed them open and ushered her dragon inside, then followed the dragon within and closed the stable behind herself, bolting it shut from the inside. While it wasn't luxurious, it was still a pleasant stable, and had plenty of room for the dragon to walk around in and sleep. Ingrid nodded to herself slightly, looking around at it. It would do for her purposes.
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Post by Shockstorm on Dec 23, 2013 16:09:46 GMT -5
It wasn't long after Jorgen had turned to leave that he heard the sound of a dragon taking off, Looking over his shoulder he founf that it was none other than Ingrid and Tempest. "Well, looks like she was already just about set to go. Guess I won't have to wait long to leave after all." Jorgen said to himself as he walked back in the direction of his house. Even though he didn't like to be sneaky like this and prying into someone else's business, but this was the best chance he had to learn about the Hunters and to practice the skills he'll need if he ever wants to rebuild the Sea Pillar Tribe.
Arriving at his cliff top home, Jorgen was greeted by an overly excited Haze who flew down from one of the second floor windows and right onto Jorgen's head. "I know what you want Haze, but for the last time you can't come with. It would be far too dangerous and I don't want you to get hurt." Jorgen said as he picked Haze off his head and set the Smothering Smokebreath on the ground. After that little outburst it wasn't long before his Deadly Nadder Sunfire came and plucked Haze off the ground. Then followed shortly by his skrill Shockstorm slinking out of his den. "Took you long enough to wake up Shock. You know full well what the plan is, and Ingrid already left." Jorgen said. "Yeah, but you know I don't like being near hunter-girl! And do we really have to go back to that Cove? Why can't we go back to that nice little villa that fed me sheep without charging you anything?" Shockstorm sparked in reply, the only way the two of them could communicate. "Sorry, but I'm set on this. Besides, it'll be easier to sneak around with you than with Sunfire, you know that." Jorgen retorted. "Or you just don't want to repack all your travel gear. Fine let's go already." Shock conceded grudgingly. With that Jorgen strapped his saddle and travel bags onto Shock before taking off.
After several hours of flying Jorgen landed Shock on a small island not far from the mainland, and Icebreaker Cove. Looking to the sky Jorgen could tell that the sun would start rising in another hour or two. "All right Shock, we'll rest here for the day and arrive in the Cove tomorrow night. We can shelter in that cave with the glowing crystals that we found last time we were here." Jorgen said as he turned and walked up the island's small mountain followed by Shock. As they set up camp inside the cave, Jorgen just hoped Ingrid didn't go and get herself in trouble while he stayed here and rested. Who knows what could happen with those Icebreaker folks, but if anybody knew how to handle them Ingrid would, he'd just have to rely on her cunning to not get into trouble during her first day.
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Post by ForgottenExistance on Dec 26, 2013 22:15:14 GMT -5
Ingrid was quick to release Tempest from her saddle, and made sure her dragon was comfortable in the saddles. With the door barred, and the windows closed in the same manner, Ingrid wouldn't fear about Tempest being spotted, at least for the rest of the night. Giving her dragon an affectionate pat, she walked through the door that led from the stables into the manor, and began to take note of everything. She was surprised at how well everything had been taken care of, and most of it was just as she remembered it from before she left to Berk. A marvel of architecture, it was very reminiscent of Roman structure, with stone and paneled wood. It had taken years for her ancestors to build it, but she had to admit, it seemed well worth the effort.
Walking through the empty halls in the dark, Ingrid barely made a sound as she made her way up to the second floor, and towards her bedroom at the end of the East wing. Like the rest of the manor, it had been marvelously preserved, and kept as clean as when she had left. The hunter set down her equipment and travel gear on the floor near her dresser, and walked to the bed. Just like everything else in the house, the bed was elaborate and gorgeous, with imported fabrics and of Roman build. Compared to the wooden bed she slept on in Berk, the beds in the manor were like sleeping on clouds...or sheep. It would be strange to sleep on something so comfortable again after so long away, but she would get used to it if her trip to the Cove lasted as long as she expected it to.
The hunter fell asleep almost immediately, contemplating her actions for the next day. And day came quite shortly after that. In the morning's light, the manor stood out like a sore thumb in contrast to the simpler homes of the rest of the Cove. While the homes of the vikings had embraced the Roman architecture as the manor after generations, they were still relatively simple, and the majority of them were made out of wood. It was easy to tell that the village was a strange fuse of Roman and viking influences, even simply by the architecture and style of the village. More so then that, however, was the fact that the village was structured in a defensive order, with more militant or defensible buildings along the outside and near the coast, while the shops and civilian structures were towards the center, and upwards closer to the manor, and along the path up to the manor were several guard posts, as if the manor itself were to be the last line of defense. It was strategical genius, theoretically.
Ingrid contemplated this as she watched the sun rise after her slumber, watching the village be revealed from her vantage point on the balcony of the second floor of the manor. Waiting, watching, and thinking were her strong points, and always helped her come up with the best ideas. As it were, she figured that the best way to change the village was in the same way that her Roman ancestors had changed the village; time. She would integrate herself with the rest of the towns people once again, talk to them, plant the seeds of her knowledge with them and let it grow with her influence. If a Roman brother and sister could change a primitive viking town to what it was now, then one person could do the same with their ideals. It would just take time, patience, and most of all cunning. Ingrid had all three of the above.
Pushing back from the balcony railing, she turned towards the door. For today, she'd just integrate herself with the people, and reintroduce herself to their lives. A bit of meet and greet. If she could, she'd take Tempest out for a fly when the sun went down, and then she'd call it a night. Nothing too groundbreaking for the immediate future.
-Timeskip: Forward 10 hours-
After a tiring day of showing herself to the town, allowing herself to be greeted and welcomed by her townspeople, she retired to the manor quite quickly. As nice as it was to be in her familiar town again, and meet all her old acquaintances, it was tiring to be social and outgoing with people. Closing and locking the front door behind her, she made a beeline for the door that led into the stables, carrying a sack of fish she had collected from the town earlier to feed her dragon. When she entered the stables for only the second time that day, she was all-but tackled by her affectionate dragon, who had been concerned nearly out of her mind for her human's safety. With the sun going down, it wouldn't be long until they would be able to leave the stable for a quick flight around the cove, safe under the cover of night.
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Post by Shockstorm on Jan 20, 2014 1:42:32 GMT -5
After a long day of resting and planning what he was going to do, Jorgen was eager to finally be off for Icebreaker Cove. ::About time we leave! I swear Jorgen, couldn't you of at least let me go out and have some fun instead of keeping me cooped up in this dingy old cave all day long!:: Shockstorm sparked at Jorgen as he climbed into his saddle. "Heh, sorry there Shock, but I didn't want to risk an encounter with anyone from the Cove. Besides, I don't know why you're complaining. I had to stay up all day keeping watch because you decided to just hibernate the whole time!" Jorgen retorted in response. ::So what if I did? What else was I supposed to do when I couldn't even leave the island!? Besides, I'm only here because you want to help that hunter-girl out with that plan you told me about!:: Shockstorm sparked in reply. "You really are a handful Shock, you know that? Anyway, let's go, I want to be there before midnight." Jorgen said with a sigh. Shockstorm complied and the two of them flew off in the direction of Icebreaker Cove.
As the Cove came into sight, Jorgen only just began to think of something. How in Thor's name was he going to explain his being here to Ingrid. If he didn't come up with an excuse, then she might think he was budding into her business, and even though that is sort of what he was doing he didn't want to actually be identified as doing such a thing. 'Oh well, too late now. I just hope she doesn't get too agitated with me, I'd hate to lose a friend for doing a good deed.' Jorgen thought to himself as he started a fly by of the Cove, being sure to fly too high to be seen from the ground while still low enough to see the individual buildings. He needed to find a way to approach that mansion place in the back of the village without being detected, based on their last time here Jorgen had little doubt that that was where Ingrid and Tempest were staying. After all, even though flying over the trees would be the obvious choice, Jorgen couldn't risk it. It's kind of hard to hide an airborn Skrill, so if anybody happens to be in the forest he and Shock would be in big trouble.
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Post by ForgottenExistance on Jan 21, 2014 19:37:50 GMT -5
Ingrid led Tempest out of the stables in silence, checking left and right before she ushered her dragon out of the addition to the mansion. Closing the door behind her mount, she stopped to give Tempest a chance to breath the fresh air and have a look around. Tempest did just that; filling her lungs with as much fresh air as she could muster. Being cramped inside a building all day was no way for a dragon to spend her days. Though, granted, most of it was spent sleeping. But she had hoped for at least a little more outdoor involvement in her stay at the Cove. Grumbling lightly, she gave her human an affectionate nuzzle and leaned down to allow her human to climb onto her, so they could take to a quick night flight before heading back inside. Though, a familiar yet vague sound gave her pause as her human climbed atop her.
Straightening up with Ingrid on her back, Tempest turned towards the forest and bolted into the darkness, following her ears towards the familiar smell of burnt ozone and the sound of a Skrill's electro-static discharge. While she would usually be cautious when she smelt and heard those two particular things together, she knew that there were no living dragons within three miles of the Cove, and that logically there was really only one Skrill who would be stupid or bold enough to approach the Cove. Especially after Ingrid and herself had only landed the night before. So, off she went, as fast as her claws would take her through the forest in the direction that her nose and ears pointed her towards. Ingrid may not be pleased that they were followed, but if it was indeed Shockstorm and Jorgen, Tempest would be quite relieved to have some friendly company from their adopted island.
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Post by Shockstorm on Jan 22, 2014 0:09:14 GMT -5
::Tell me again why we have to walk through this stupid forest, why can't we just fly to that big building you pointed out?:: Shock sparked at Jorgen in annoyance as yet another branch came out of nowhere and hit him in the face. After flying a circuit high above the Cove, Jorgen had decided that the safest, and least expected, approach would be through the forest on the ground. What he hadn't accounted for was Shockstorm's incessant zapping as he complained the whole way. "For the last time, this is the safest way for us to reach that house where I believe Ingrid is staying. Now will you please be quiet before somebody notices us, your static is going to get us caught long before we reach the Cove at this rate!" Jorgen whispered sharply back at his Skrill.
Of course as soon as he finished talking Jorgen heard something in the distance, he couldn't tell what but something was heading in their direction. "Great job Shock, now you've gone and grabbed something's attention! Quick, we'll hide behind that outcropping of rocks surrounded by plants, that should be enough to hide your over-sized reptilian body. And for Thor's sake you better be quiet, hiding is pointless if they know where you are." Jorgen said quickly before ducking behind a tree near the rocks. He could tell Shock wanted to get back at him for his comment about the Skrill's size, but thankfully Shock had the sense to keep quiet and do as he had been told. Jorgen had no idea who or what was coming, but once he had an idea of what it was he could decide whether to ambush it or to just run away, though if he got lucky it would pass right by and neither of those would be necessary, but Jorgen didn't put that much faith in luck.
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Post by ForgottenExistance on Jan 22, 2014 9:01:20 GMT -5
Ingrid didn't question the direction her dragon was taking her, she had learned not to question it when her companion went one direction or another. It was always in their best interest, and if Tempest wanted to take a run through the forest, who was she to try to say no? So instead, Ingrid leaned down against her friend and held on so she could avoid getting hit by any of the brances that whizzed past them. Even though it had only been a day, it still felt like an eternity since she had been with her friend and companion, making Ingrid quite joyful to simply be riding her dragon once again. She certainly didn't look forward to the coming weeks that would likely play out the same.
Tempest skidded to a halt near a cropping of rocks, sniffing a few times quietly so she could tell where the distinct smell of burnt ozone was coming from. Turning her head towards the rocks, a playful grin pulled at her maw, and she quickly bounded over to the cropping, moving as silently as her paws would take her. Ingrid, sensing the playful change of mood, sat up slightly to curiously eye the cropping as they approached it. She hadn't the faintest idea what might be behind it, but if Tempest was grinning and not growling, she could venture a guess to what or who it was. Stopping in front of the rocks, Tempest crouched and quickly lept up to the top and peeked her head over the top to look behind it, a playful reptillian grumble emitting from her and directed at the dragon just beneath her.
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