Autobot Prime
Not Quite...
Prophet of Special Hell
Nerdrage Master
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Post by Autobot Prime on Apr 14, 2010 8:18:31 GMT -5
((All are welcome in this RP. Canons are, too - just let us know in your post if you're going to be using one in here. :3))
Freyja was always in a better mood when the sun had begun to set. That meant that the night would set in soon; which in turn meant that she could wake up fully and begin her day.
Carrying herself with her usual dignity, she padded through the village, eyes on the dock. Some fish would be easy to get as the boats came in with their catch and the humans began their settling down.
The dragon, while watching her step and all the usual things, made no effort to greet anyone she may have passed. For the most part, save for slight nods or soft sounds to those she respected or was acquaintainced to, Freyja would ignore others.
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Post by Mordar on Apr 14, 2010 16:33:49 GMT -5
Mordar, noticing the setting sun as well, knew that it would finally be safe for him to fly around yet again.
He awaited for it to finally set, since only then could he be able to go out and hunt.
And so, he also watched out for anyone else while waiting..
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Autobot Prime
Not Quite...
Prophet of Special Hell
Nerdrage Master
Posts: 29
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Post by Autobot Prime on Apr 14, 2010 16:53:09 GMT -5
Freyja did catch sight of the Night Fury on her way to the dock. Those rare dragons were hard to miss, after all. She ignored him entirely. She found Night Furies annoying - too playful and energetic. She barely glanced at Mordar, and kept her regal posture.
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Post by Mordar on Apr 14, 2010 17:40:59 GMT -5
Mordar saw Freyja as well. He wondered why she seemed so serious and seemed to think that no one but her existed. He brushed it off, not really minding, as long as she didn't attack him.
He knew it would get cold at night, and was hoping to fly around to warm himself up, and maybe practice some more attacks, should he need to use them.
He found himself walking up and down the same spot, watching Freyja.
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Autobot Prime
Not Quite...
Prophet of Special Hell
Nerdrage Master
Posts: 29
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Post by Autobot Prime on Apr 14, 2010 17:59:41 GMT -5
It wasn't that Freyja was conceited. More that she was ... distant. She watched the activity of the docks from a bit of a distance, stopping on the cliffs above the sea. Freyja preferred to wait until she was alone to fish.
That's when the Night Fury - Mordar, was it? - caught her eye. He was pacing. Giving him a slight nod of recognition, she turned back to the ocean, His eyes were still on her, and she could feel the gaze.
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Post by CJ the Slightly Unhinged on Apr 14, 2010 18:07:45 GMT -5
Seeing as how the ships were coming in from their long trip to gather up cod, salmon, haddock, ocean perch, and so many more, this seemed like as good a time as any to get a certain dragon fed. Without paying too much mind to either party just yet, a dull - but no less striking - Nadder was sauntering down toward the docks with a big, tough looking girl seated on her back.
Someone who'd been around the village for a while would recognize her as Hilga Vigfusson, a skilled bowyer and older sister to Runt, the village's young shepherd. The dragon? Spike. And while her rider may not have noticed the other dragons yet, Spike did, giving her great crested head a shake as she let out a pleasant warble of greeting, shifting, flaring, and primly folding very immaculately kept wings.
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Parasitic Terror
Caught Dragon
Parasites In My Soul
NOM NOM NOM NOM...wut?
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Post by Parasitic Terror on Apr 14, 2010 18:37:56 GMT -5
A little, fluffy dragon sat on the soft beach, under the bridge of the dock. Her big, puffy tail wrapped around her body, as she stared into the water. The fat dragon watching the fish carefully as they swam by. She grunted as she looked up at the dock above her head, wondering if anyone would find her hiding spot. Roll hoped not, who knows what would happen if someone did. The thought made her shudder, and now she would have try not worrying about it. She glanced back down at the sea water, continued to stare at the water as it calmly stirred about. It slowly calmed her back down, but not that much. Roll yawned as she started to play with her fluffy tail. Picking it up with her hands and dropping it back down. Being under here is boring, but she is going to be stuck her until everything above her calms down. Vikings maybe not slay dragons anymore, but that didnt mean it was completely true. Well, thats what Roll always thought in her small little mind.
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Post by Zenoah on Apr 14, 2010 21:05:15 GMT -5
Shylark, bundled up a bit due to the chill in the air, set off on her evening walk. Malkin perched on the roof of the house, keeping an eye on her girl.
She walked to the docks to watch the sun set as she spied both Freyja and Mordar. She admired the Nightshade for how she carried herself with pride amungst the humans. She also enjoyed watching Mordar and his spunky attitude.
She shuffled in her pack and pulled out fish for them both. She always carried fish as treats for the dragons. She clicked her tounge to get both their attentions. Out of the corner of her eye she spied Runt's sister rideing on her Nadder. She was fine with Runt, but seeing his tough-looking sister made her slightly nervous. She should'nt judge thou. These dragons looked tough, but they were friendly.
She turned back, holding out her offerings.
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epicfroggy
Caught Dragon
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When life gives you lemons, squirt them at people.
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Post by epicfroggy on Apr 14, 2010 21:50:21 GMT -5
Claudia and Pip, who was in her customary spot in Claudia's oversized pocket, wandered through Berk, admiring the sun as it set over the ocean. Spotting several dragons down at the dock, Claudia decided to see what was going on. Oh great, Runt's hunk of a sister's here. she thought. She harbored no great love for Hilga Vigfusson. Her dragon companion, Spike, once tried to eat Pip. The poor thing was still terrified of Nadders years later.
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Post by Mordar on Apr 15, 2010 16:42:37 GMT -5
Mordar ran up to Shylark, hearing her tongue clicking, and awaited eagerly for the snack.
He planned to show her something cool if she gave him some fish. He was always happy to oblige, even if he was wild.
He looked again at Freyja and then back to Shylark. He waited for a response.
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Post by Zenoah on Apr 15, 2010 17:37:30 GMT -5
She handed the fish to Mordar, carefull to not get her fingers accidentaly snipped off by the spunky dragon. She stepped back, still holding the Toxic Nightshade's fish. She held it a little closer.
"It's fine..." She said to the female dragon. "This is for you..."
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Autobot Prime
Not Quite...
Prophet of Special Hell
Nerdrage Master
Posts: 29
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Post by Autobot Prime on Apr 15, 2010 18:01:15 GMT -5
Freyja blinked. She preferred getting her own food, but this was good too. However ... her poisonous saliva wouldn't exactly do wonders for the person holding the treat.
Nodding in thanks, and then pointing at the ground with her nose, she took a step back.
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Post by luigigirl on Apr 15, 2010 18:10:20 GMT -5
GreenStar was sitting on a rock not far from the dock, staring at the stars reflectively. Why was he so... so different, so unaccepted? He snorted a bit, laying down, but kept his eyes on the stars...
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Post by Mordar on Apr 15, 2010 18:11:05 GMT -5
Mordar snapped up the fish happily, and his hunger sated, flew up into the air. He executed a sharp dive over a nearby patch of trees, and shot some fire into the trees.
He then returned to the spot he was at and landed on the ground, having thoroughly enjoyed his exercise, and waiting to see if the girl had brought more fish.
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Parasitic Terror
Caught Dragon
Parasites In My Soul
NOM NOM NOM NOM...wut?
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Post by Parasitic Terror on Apr 15, 2010 19:11:08 GMT -5
Roll stared at the water, feeling as if her hunger were slowly coming back, even though she had eaten only couple of moments ago. She waited carefully for a big fish to swim by, so she could grab it. It seemed so simple and easy, what could go wrong? In no time, she was sure she would have something to eat, and finally fulfill her needs.
The fat dragon stretched out her long neck, as she looked over the water, waiting for the right moment. When finally, a big looking fish came by, and she quickly dunked her head into the salty water to catch it. When she came back out, she was empty handed, and the only thing she caught was ocean water. Roll coughed, and tried again to catch the fish, but this time she accidentally fell in. She must of accidentally misplaced her footing, and now she was drowning in the seawater.
The ocean swallowed her in, quickly consuming her into its depths. Roll didn't have time to scream, or react to what was happening. Swiftly regaining herself she waved her stubby arms, and flapped her wings as she tried swimming back to the surface. A tide pushed her under, and out from under the dock, though she continued to try hard to swim back up. She manged to get out of the tide, and quickly she floated back up to the surface. When her head finally touched air, she gasped as fast as she could before she sunk again. She hoped that wouldn't happen, but her drenched fur made her heavier, which slowly caused her to sink again. "Help!!!", she yelled before her head went under the water again.
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