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Post by ♥TaylorRose♥ on Jul 5, 2011 17:39:14 GMT -5
((Title's cheesy, I know, but I could not, for the life of me, think of anything better. XD))
The sun peaked over the horizon, beginning to bathe its world in its warm light. The ocean water sparkled under the sun's rays, and the inhabitants of Berk slowly began rising to begin their morning routines. Village dragons began taking to the sky as the sun continued to rise, and many of the flying reptiles dove down to scoop up a fish or two for breakfast.
Sage Norsen snuck quietly through her house, trying not to wake her sleeping father. She had a pretty good idea of how tired he was, considering how much he had been working around the village recently. He deserved to sleep in, and so Sage quietly sheathed her kris sword and wrapped the belt it was attached to around her waist. She carefully kissed her father on the forehead before opening the front door and walking out into the cool morning air.
Although she was a big fan of sleeping, Sage could hardly ever find herself actually sleeping in. One of her favorite parts of the day was sunrise, when the village wasn't completely asleep but also when people weren't bustling around and yelling at each other. It was very peaceful in the morning on the island of Berk, and that was one of Sage's favorite things about living there.
Sucking in a huge breath through her nose and than blowing it out through her mouth, Sage made her way down into the village. She had a particular spot in the woods that she liked to go and practice her sword skills at, and it was located on the opposite side of the village from where she and her father lived.
((Hope you don't mind, but I'm a writer, so my posts will probably be on the longer-ish side. XD;; )) [/center]
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Post by steampunkepsilon on Jul 8, 2011 1:43:15 GMT -5
The morning held the same amount of peaceful calm for a certain dragon slinking through the underbrush of the forest, the trees barely moving in the morning stillness, most of the louder birds and animals still soundly asleep in their nests and holes and burrows. The dragon liked this time of the day -- quiet. Calm. And not to mention, he was alone.
As of now he was heading for a particular part of the forest, around the village but also drectly en route to the shoreline, which would be his ultimate destination for the day. He normally would stay within the shaded safety of the forest and hunt, but as of late the deer had been scarce and he wasn't keen on stealing, so fish would be what he was eating for a while -- however long it took for the deer populace to return, anyways. It was a less than preferred adjustment, but food was food, and stealing sheep would be.... dangerous, and unfair.
Slinking between the thickly packed trunks he paused to scan the area slowly, then moved along the trail, keeping his wings in against his body, spines flat. The clearing he was thinking of could usually herald a solitary buck or perhaps a doe or two, and he was hoping the early morning would give them reason to be out and open for him to snatch up. he hadn't eaten for a couple of days due to weather driving away most of his meal sources, so he was ready for a good meal...
[lol same here... normally there would be more but it's almost midnight xD]
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Post by ♥TaylorRose♥ on Jul 10, 2011 21:28:36 GMT -5
Sliding her sword out of its sheath at the side of her waist, Sage began twirling it around in circles with her hands as she walked. She gave brief "hello"s and "good morning"s to the occasional Viking she passed, but was soon out of the village and heading towards her desired destination.
It was a specific clearing that Sage had grown quite keen of. It wasn't huge but it wasn't tiny, and it was in a circular shape, just like a sparring ring. She usually stabbed at trees and flung her sword clear across the clearing, from one side to the other, and aimed to stick the blade right into one of the thick trunks. Occasionally she would miss, and she managed to injure herself on some occurrences, but neither happened very often.
Entering the wall of trees, Sage's grip on her sword became tighter and she was suddenly much more cautious of her surroundings. She knew how dangerous the woods were; not all dragons had been tamed, and there were still other beasts that lived in those trees. She had yet to encounter any of them, but she was never off her guard when she came out to her clearing. [/center]
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Post by steampunkepsilon on Jul 16, 2011 23:03:59 GMT -5
[i'll respind soon... kinda tired from the week of camp xD] [also... JEFFFFF DAVIIISSSSSSS]
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Post by ♥TaylorRose♥ on Jul 17, 2011 0:00:35 GMT -5
((OHMYGOODNESS, you know who he is?!?!?!!/1?!!?!!?!!/!? That is AMAZING!!!!!!! I love you sooooooooooo much!!!!!! Oh, and welcome back from camp! XD)) [/center]
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Post by steampunkepsilon on Jul 17, 2011 20:50:48 GMT -5
[I love that crazy nutjob. somebody linked me to a video and i DIED OF TEH LOLZ. and thank you! I'll get to posting now :3]
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Post by steampunkepsilon on Jul 17, 2011 21:01:07 GMT -5
Setcher continued to stalk along through the underbrush until he reached his chosen spot, marked by nicks and cuts in the trees. He'd added his own to one of them yesterday, leaving four thick scars down the length of one trunk after he'd lost sight of a buck he intended to devour and grown annoyed with the loss. Before long he drew closer and his skin prickled with the usual flicker of unease before he dropped low to the ground. Scales seeming to shift he reflected the color of the leaves and his body fell darker and more of a gray-green than blue-black and striped white, helping to camoflouge his motion as he slinked between low branches and thick wooden trunks.
Suddenly a scent quite unlike deer, boar, or anything else edible wafted through his nostrils and he froze. Human. Veyr close, and metal... likely armed. Only a suicidal fool wandered through these woods with no protection whatsoever, be it sword, dagger, shield or dragon. He could smell no other dragon, though. Perhaps he could not eat this human whoever they might be, but if he waited long enough the noise would draw out other edible beasts and send them deeper into his own neck of the woods. Sliding effortlessly along the bush line, he flattened himself behind the huge gnarled branches and roots of a fallen tree. His head protruded beyond the edge of the root system, but the low light and the slightly curved shape of his horns could hopefully keep him undetected. As long as the being's weapon was not used for throwing and aiming at obscure pieces of nature, he would be relatively invsible here. Setcher froze as solid as ice, and watched. [size/]
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Post by ♥TaylorRose♥ on Jul 19, 2011 16:22:49 GMT -5
In only a matter of minutes, Sage's clearing came into view for her up ahead. She could see the light from the rising sun shining down through the break in the trees, bathing the clearing in light. Sage smiled to herself, quickening her pace. At the edge of the clearing, she dove forward through the trees, throwing herself into a somersault entrance. When she rolled back onto her feet, she held her sword out in front of her, her eyes locked on a specific tree truck not far in front of her.
She raised her arm above and behind her head, keeping her eyes locked on the tree, and then, with a loud "Yah!", she snapped her arm forward and released her sword. She watched the blade zip through the air before clunking into the tree trunk. She smiled and laughed triumphantly to herself as she ran over to pull the sword back out of the wood. [/center]
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Post by steampunkepsilon on Jul 19, 2011 17:35:38 GMT -5
Setcher heard the thicket brush snapping and breaking beneath feet, and tensed slightly as his eyes beheld a young human girl. Armed, with a sword big enough to damage. He contained a growl of distaste and shrank down into the shadows of the huge fallen tree, wondering if her might regret his curousity.
Flickers of blue electricity briefly zapping around his maw, he fell still again and watched the girl. She seemed to know what she was doing, and he gave a slight jolt when the blade slammed into the trunk of the tree he was hidden behind. Eyes narrowed, he watched her move closer, not realizing the bright color of his eyes and relying on his scaley camoflouge to hide his existence.
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Post by ♥TaylorRose♥ on Jul 19, 2011 18:21:52 GMT -5
Sage walked up to the tree, grabbed the hilt of her sword, and tugged it out of the wood with little trouble. Failing to notice any sort of life that could be lurking behind any tree, she turned back around to face the open clearing with her sword up and ready once again. She quietly scanned the clearing with one eye, the other hidden behind her bangs like always. Taking a small side-step to her right, she locked her eyes on a tree not too far to her left.
"Here we go," she murmured to herself, stepping forward. She kept the hilt of her sword tightly gripped in both of her hands as she started slowly approaching the tree. Everything was silent, save for some birds flying overhead, and Sage felt her eyebrow twitch in concentration.
Then, suddenly, she twirled around and used her sword to pretend to block another, imaginary sword strike from behind. She shoved the invisible blade off of her own before slicing her sword through the air in front of her, as if she were cutting into an opponent's stomach. As the fake man fell to the ground in her mind, Sage spun back around and whipped her arm out towards the tree she had concentrated so hard on earlier. The blade copied its earlier flight and sunk deeply into the trunk of the tree, making a louder clunk than before.
Sage smiled to herself again, satisfied, before striding over to the tree. She grabbed the hilt and prepared to pull it out, but looked carefully around the wide open clearing first, as if she was outnumbered and surrounded. She smirked, but when she tried pulling her sword out of the trunk, it wouldn't budge. Her eyebrows rose as she turned around to look at it, and she tugged at it again.
"Fantastic..." she quietly muttered, pulling and tugging as hard as she could. [/center]
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Post by steampunkepsilon on Jul 19, 2011 19:06:02 GMT -5
Setcher was impressed, he could honestly say as the blade was ripped from the wood and the girl fell collected and slow. Suddenly with a blaze of movement she began to duel with invisible enemies, slicing and dodging make-believe blows, engaging in a violent false battle between herself and dozens of imagined targets and foes.
She turned again and swung her hand out, the long blade flyign towards Setcher's tree a second time and embedding itself deeply, almost halfway to the hilt, a loud thunk echoing through the clearing. The formerly silent forest, smattered only by her movements and the occasional noise, was lit up with the frantic flaps of startled birds, though they settled once more before long. She had made an impressive display of skill and Setcher decided she was probably worth avoiding, considering said skill.
Of course, she couldn't shoot bolts of lightning from her maw, but that sword did look rather volatile. It was almost amusing, watching as she tugged and pulled on the weapon, but before long Setcher's attention was drawn away.
They were not alone. And whoever their company was, he doubted they were friendly. With a slow, silent inhale, he breathed in the scent of wolves, of thick fur and bloody teeth just waiting to snack and tear into whatever prey they could find. The wolves of these mountains were large, aggressive beasts, and they lived in packs of up to ten, which meant for a good number of enemies to fight. They didn't seem too close, but it was discomforting.
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Post by ♥TaylorRose♥ on Jul 20, 2011 0:19:26 GMT -5
After a few minutes of useless tugging and pulling, Sage decided to give up on that approach. She took out a small dagger that she kept beneath her belt and started chipping away at the tree trunk, trying to make it easier to slip her blade out.
But then she heard something. She turned around to face the clearing, dagger in hand, and saw nothing. Her eyes scanned the entire area, looking for anything that could be the source of what she heard, but nothing was there but her. She sighed, convincing herself that it must have just been the wind rustling the leaves in one of the trees, and turned back around to continue chipping away at the wood.
((Sorry for the rather short post. I'm tired and about to go to bed but figured I should post beforehand.)) [/center]
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Post by steampunkepsilon on Jul 20, 2011 18:39:17 GMT -5
Setcher could smell the wolves moving closer, and he knew it wasn't just the change of wind direction. He couldn't just pop up all of a sudden without getting lashed out at or terrifying the human into running, which likely would send her off in the direction of the wolves. However, if he stayed here too long, he could be facing dire consequences...
Suddenly a branch crackled and he tensed up sharply, eyes flickering between the roots of the tree. Standing off on the opposite side of the clearing and looking very hungry was a large wolf, skinny but still menacing enough for Setcher to fear the idea that more might be on the way. It growled, starting as a low rumble and allowing it to grow to a sharp, fierce bark. Teeth bared, the animal began to step forward, neck fur stiff. Setcher watched, wondering whether he should intervene or hope that she could handle it on her own...
[lol no problem xD]
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Post by ♥TaylorRose♥ on Jul 21, 2011 13:47:31 GMT -5
Sage repeatedly stabbed her dagger into the wood that refused to let go of her sword, but stopped immediately when she heard a low growl come from behind her. She felt her blood run cold, and she gulped slowly before turning around to face the open clearing.
Opposite the clearing from where she stood was a large wolf, fur stiff and teeth bared. Saliva dripped from its sharp teeth and it licked its lips, staring straight back at the petrified Viking. From what Sage could tell, the wolf was alone, but she could have no way of knowing if there were more in the surrounding trees. As she stared across the clearing into the beast's wild eyes, she found herself unable to move. Fear overcame all of her other instincts, and it only became worse when another growl rumbled out of the wolf's throat.
Only when the creature took a step towards her, did Sage's instincts finally kick in. She grabbed onto the hilt of her sword and tugged again as hard as she could. She felt it slip out of the wood a little, but not completely, and she shuddered as she looked down at the tiny dagger she held in her hand. There was no way she'd be able to hold off a hungry wolf with such a small weapon.
As if it had read her thoughts, the wolf decided to then lean back on his haunches, let out a yowl of hunger, and then charge towards the girl. Sage felt fear return and take over her senses once again, but refused to scream. Vikings didn't scream in the face of danger... but a helpless teenage girl was sure to stand completely still and stare right at the beast that was now quickly pursuing her... [/center]
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Post by steampunkepsilon on Jul 21, 2011 22:46:42 GMT -5
What was she doing?! The human girl was standing there and staring as her untimely death launched itself towards her, slavering and droolish with bloodlust as it eyed her terrified form. Setcher still held reservations about human beings, these Vikings who both hated and befriended dragons, due to personal experience and of course legend and tales....
But even through those hesitations, he couldn't lay there was watch some innocent child die for a wolf's dinner. He snapped his claws out and erupted from the brush and roots with a screech, rising up over the fallen tree. Huge wings flaring out to douse the clearing in shadows for a moment, he perched on the trunk and hissed at the wolf, causing it to skid to a stop and begin to back away, still growling and glaring. Perhaps it was alone and this would be simple...
But no, of course things couldn't be that easy. Before the wolf had taken another step back, Setcher felt something lunge at his back and sink fanged teeth into his skin, the softer area about a small section of his shoulders. He snarled and the long, thin spines that required said soft skin snapped out, sending the bundle of fur to the ground yelping in pain and bleeding from various small punctures in the stomach. It was only then that he discovered more eyes emerging from the bush -- two wolves, now four, now eight...
Reaching down, he gripped the sword in his teeth and yanked it in one good pull from the wood, dropping it beside the girl and climbing down to face one half of the circle that had begun to form around them. He could probably do away with them himself, but only if he didn't have to worry about some human getting killed.
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