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Post by CJ the Slightly Unhinged on Mar 31, 2010 22:26:06 GMT -5
((First rp post! Go go gadget SHEEP.))
The sun was high over Berk that day, causing the normally abysmally chilly weather to seem at least moderately warmer. And on a rock overlooking a field of sheep sat Runt, a small boy who had not yet grown into arms and legs too long for him attached to a body too short. His clothes were all too big, his hair was all to shaggy, and his face was all too baby-like. And he was bored.
Runt, of course, was the village's resident shepherd. At eight years old, he was still too young yet to learn to ride dragons, as much as he wished he could. And he was still getting some heat for the last few dragons stolen, though a few had come back by morning. All in all, a very trying situation.
Grumbling irritably to himself, and very glad Hilga, his horribly unpleasant older sister, was nowhere to be seen, the boy tucked his knees up to his chest, rested his chin upon them, and scowled grumpily. How was he supposed to make his mark in the world, after all, if he was still too small to leave a decent footprint?
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Post by Stormy on Mar 31, 2010 22:29:15 GMT -5
[ xtuffnutx: I don’t mind, can’t speak for CJ though. Looks like it's fine. ;D ] It normally wasn’t this warm in Berk…Litwit wasn’t used to it. A viking’s body was built for the cold, but today it was pretty warm. Warm enough that when his dragon had tried to snuffle up to him this afternoon when he was eating lunch he had to get up and sit somewhere else. The heat radiating from the reptile was too much to handle in this beautiful, albeit annoying, weather. Thankfully, Litwit’s butcher shop was cold; it had to be, to keep the meat from spoiling. Normally he’d curse the frigid temperatures but today it was a blessing. At least until he realized that he was running out of mutton. Sigh. He’d have to venture outside to where the town’s sheep were being tended to and pick out a couple of lambs to slaughter. Wooly, warm, heavy sheep that he’d have to carry over the hilly Berk to get back to his shop. Just thinking about it made him start to sweat. Ah well, no use putting it off. It’d be harder to pick out sheep from his flock at night, and besides. Litwit had plans tonight. Stepping out of the icebox-like shop he made his way for the fields.
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Post by xtuffnutx on Mar 31, 2010 22:39:53 GMT -5
Posting: [Do you mind if I join playing Hiccup?]
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Post by angel624 on Mar 31, 2010 23:26:11 GMT -5
(I went on ahead and posted tonight. Hope no one minds. ^^ Pirateperch lay under the tree, both enjoying the sunny day and attempting to keep herself warm. Her eyes were closed in thought as she lay sphynx-like (she had once heard a description of the strange dragonish beast that lived in the desert, so she was aware that she was laying like one) on the ground, wings clamped tightly around her. She listened to the chatter of Vikings and the vocalizations of dragons, inhaled the scent of the livestock and the plants, and simply pondered life. Until she realized she was terribly bored. She began to growl aloud to herself. At least, 'growl' is how it sounded to human ears. Were it a dragon listening, the growls would have been understood as thus: "I...am bored. Very very bored. Thinking was wonderful, but now I cannot think of anything else to think about. Tis a shame Fireworm went with her rider out to the neighboring island today. I have no one to annoy!" Pirateperch rolled onto her back, gazing up at the blue sky. "Why are you blue?" she purred to the sky, "And more importantly, do you see anything interesting for me to get involved in today?" No answer. As was expected. If she had received an answer, Pirateperch probably would have defecated all over herself. A humiliating feat when your scales are pure white. "Perhaps," she trilled, standing to her feet, "the sheep are doing something interesting today. And if not, maybe I will be allowed a snack!" Pirateperch spread her wings; one second, the albino Night Fury was on the ground, and the next, in the air and flying towards the sheep pastures.
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Post by UltraByte on Apr 1, 2010 0:07:46 GMT -5
((kso I have not RP'd in freaking forever... trying to get back into RPing because for some reason I'm more into this movie than 9. Forgive me if I suck/do something retarded.))
A figure emerged from up the road, walking away from the forest in the distance. The figure was slender and short; something was following the figure. This second figure was short, completely white, and seemed to be hovering next to her. Hutch started panting. He was tired, and had been flying for quite a while. He glided over to Chess' shoulder and perched on it. Chess looked up and smiled. "Someone's tired." She pet his head, and Hutch let out a content purr. Chess had just been kicked from her house by her father. He came home early from his work and found her Shoulder Raptor, Hutch, playing with her... being the old-fashioned way he is, he kicked her out. She was set for Berk, a place she dreamed about. She wanted to be part of the village, and not lonesome like she was before. She didn't want to be cooped up in that silly house anymore, anyways. Walking down the path, they saw the pasture of sheep. Chess pointed to it. "Hey, look at that," she said to Hutch. "Sheep! Maybe we're getting close to Berk."
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Post by CJ the Slightly Unhinged on Apr 2, 2010 8:06:48 GMT -5
Well, whether or not it was good for everyone else, Runt had yet to notice anyone else was coming. He was too busy watching the sheep from his perch, which kept him out of range of the marauding beasties (it was no secret, after all, that poor little Runt was frequently chased by those sheep, though he did his best to keep people from finding out about it). What good was a shepherd if the sheep chased him instead of actually doing what sheep usually do (which was, of course, somewhere between nothing and fleeing in terror).
Just a few years, he reminded himself. Just a few years and he could do dragon training. And dragon training meant he could finally make friends with a dragon, just like his stupid big sister, and be better at it than she ever was. He didn't want a Nadder, though. He'd have to prove to everyone he was much too brave for just a Nadder. A Nightmare, maybe? Or maybe he could do even better than that.
Sighing, he gazed out at the contentedly gazing sheep, unaware that a number of people and dragons were just about to disturb an otherwise peaceful day.
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Post by angel624 on Apr 2, 2010 20:38:02 GMT -5
Pirateperch loved flying. She honestly did. Everything about it enthralled her: being higher than everyone else, the loss of breath as she accelerated, the speed of her heartbeats as she dove towards the ground...it was amazing!
How could she ever do this with a Viking on her back? Bless all of those Vikings, she loved them to death. But they would only slow her down! And besides, they were so frail. She doubted she would ever be able to recover if she bonded with a Viking that proceeded to break. Top it all off with the simple fact that she hadn't sensed any perfectly trustworthy Viking -- as Toothless said he sensed with Hiccup, or Fireworm with Snoutlout, and so on and so forth -- and Pirateperch was fully determined to retain this Vikingless virginity of hers. If 'virginity' was a proper term. It was what the other dragons referred to her riderless state as, so she decided to accept it. At least until she discovered a better term.
Enough clowning about! she thought to herself as she executed a dramatic mid-air somersault, There's the sheep pasture. Time to land!
The sheep were too used to dragons to flee from her as she landed. As soon as she had gained solid footing, she noticed the little shepherd boy. She had seen him around the village before, and had always thought he was very adorable. He had a face that any female dragon with a proper amount of maternal instinct would want to smother with nuzzles and licks of affection.
With a few cheerful bounds to reach him, Pirateperch did just that.
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Post by luigigirl on Apr 12, 2010 19:22:16 GMT -5
GreenStar was NOT happy. He couldn't find food ANYWHERE! Shuffling around in the forest snorting in frustration every few seconds, he soon came upon a clearing... Unfortunatly, there was no food here... Just a few sheep, a small human, a dragon... A DRAGON?!? GreenStar froze in his tracks.
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Post by Autobot Prime on Apr 13, 2010 21:42:54 GMT -5
Not far from where Runt was looking after his flock, an older dragon was resting. She'd nestled herself into a large crevice between some rocks in the clearing, tail hiding her eyes so the sunlight wouldn't bother her quite as much. Toxic Nightshades hate the daylight, and it was nowhere near time for her to end her pleasant rest.
Unfortunately, it seemed as though Freyja's snooze was not meant to be peaceful. Familiar squeals of younger dragons not far from her caused her to open a single grey eye, pupil slitted with irritation and overexposure to light. With a snort, she lifted her head, glaring out at the scene before her.
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Post by angel624 on Apr 13, 2010 21:52:39 GMT -5
Pirateperch sat down and stared at the boy. Runt, his name was? He was recovering from her kisses, and perhaps NOW he would speak to her!
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Post by Zenoah on Apr 13, 2010 22:45:40 GMT -5
Shylark had ventured off across sea to a small island that grew a plant that helped with burns. She needed a lot since Burk was dragon country. She glided across the sea on Malkin, her own dragon that seemed to have adopted her when she first moved to Burk.
The delecate yet strong female spred her feet, running on top of the water to gain air. Leaping up and spreading her tails appart, she glided upward, circling a bit before landing near the sheep flock.
Dismounting, Shylark noticed how busy this area was today. She noticed Runt with the albino Night Fury and cracked a small smile.
"Perhapse she's found the right one." She walked along the trail that circled the sheep, keeping watch on Runt and the other dragon.
With a small nudge, Malkin motioned with her head to at least go say hi to Runt. She was fine with the children of Burk, and some of the adults, but the others her age (especally Snotlout) made her nervous. Even the twins she enjoyed watching...
She looked back at Malkin who kept trying to get her rider to open up more.
"I...suppose..." She said, putting the plants in Malkin's saddle bag and walked carefully up to Runt.
"L...Looks like you have a friend there...." She said lowly, her accent kicking in a bit.
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Post by Autobot Prime on Apr 14, 2010 7:40:17 GMT -5
That was it. Freyja let out a low growl as she slunk out of her little cavern. She supposed she should have known better. Odin forbid a meadow be quiet and peaceful.
The long, sleek creature glanced towards where there had been just the little sheepherd some minutes ago. Now there were at least two dragons, plus another Viking, who seemed to be harassing him and his charges. Poor boy. He had been so quiet on his own. Her tail flicked, a subtle sign to the other dragons that Freyja was not to be crossed.
The indigo Toxic Nightshade blinked tiredly, eyes flashing at the group as she approached.
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Post by CJ the Slightly Unhinged on Apr 14, 2010 9:11:47 GMT -5
Well... it looked like today was going to get a bit more interesting. Lost as he was in his thoughts, poor Runt had certainly not expected the assault of affection he was suddenly undergoing. Though startled, he did manage a little bit of a laugh, carefully pushing at Pirateperch's head. "Hey... hey, easy. What're you doin'? Gotta be careful or you'll scare the sheep."
Not that the sheep really seemed to notice. It'd been a while since they'd really been afraid of the dragons, after all. They weren't really a threat anymore, so they rarely paid them any sort of mind. Harassing the local shepherd boy, of course, was more a favored pastime of Berk's sheep population. "Here. I've got some baked fish Mom sent me for lunch, if you wanna share."
He was still smiling when he heard an unfamiliar voice and, curiously, glanced up. He grinned brightly, showing off some pretty disproportionately large buck teeth right in the front and center of his mouth. "Huh? Oh... haha, yeah, I guess so. She's one of the village dragons... I've seen here around here and there."
Of course, that was notwithstanding the Toxic Nightshade slinking out. He'd not seen her more than a couple of times, but the curiosity was naturally there.
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Post by angel624 on Apr 14, 2010 11:06:00 GMT -5
Pirateperch wagged her entire rump happily as Runt patted her head and gave her some of his fish. What a sweet boy, he was! She paid no attention to the other human who had arrived.
But as soon as she saw the Toxic Nightshade slinking towards them, she was on her guard. A growl formed in the back of her throat; it was a warning, telling the newcomer dragon she was not to be trifled with.
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Post by Autobot Prime on Apr 14, 2010 13:42:55 GMT -5
Freyja's hackles rose at Pirateperch's replying growl. The young ones wouldn't have expected to wake up an older, tired dragon, of course. So the Toxic Nightshade was not about to start a fight. Just a fair warning that Freyja did not appreciate their little loud entrances.
Ignoring Runt, she gave the others a long look. She did not make a sound, just flicking her tail a second time and pointing with her head in the direction of her crevice. They should have gotten the idea if they know anything of her kind.
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