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Post by toothless11 on Oct 9, 2012 23:21:31 GMT -5
It's great to know you will be writing another story It sounds really interesting I'm looking forward to it.
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mrjop2
Caught Dragon
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Post by mrjop2 on Oct 11, 2012 23:23:17 GMT -5
Chapter 3
The Night Fury watched from the edge of the forest as the Terrible Terrors made quick work of the fish. That’s all he could do; there were too many of them for him to challenge for the meal. Not only that, but they were capable of breathing fire... the Night Fury couldn’t. Actually, there wasn’t much he was capable of doing; he had no way of learning these things that the other dragons took for granted.
After consuming most of the fish, most of the Terrors scattered off in different directions. What remained of the fish was dragged away by a blue Terrible Terror off into the woods. After the tiny dragon disappeared into the forest, peace returned over the water front.
The little Night Fury had a lingering desire to return to the water and make another attempt at finding some food. He waited a few minutes, to make sure things would remain peaceful. He was soon glad that he did, because just as he had gained enough courage to make his way towards the water, the Deadly Nadder returned to the river bank. It was the same dragon as before. Again, the dragon paid the little dragon no mind. This time the Night Fury was curious; why was the dragon eating so much? Why did he need to come back for a second helping?
He was determined to find out. When the Deadly Nadder was finished scooping up another mouthful of fish, he took off in the same direction he came. Unable to fly, the tiny Night Fury followed the dragon with his eyes and ran in pursuit. It wasn’t hard to keep up; the Deadly Nadder was flying under the tree line. He swiftly skirted around the trees with relative ease. He wasn’t going too far, which the small dragon was grateful for.
The dragon appeared to look downward for a brief second, as if something had gained his attention. Appearing to ignore whatever he saw, he continued his flight through the forest. Luck favored the Night Fury as he followed the dragon to the best of his ability. The Lower half of a fish fell from the dragon’s mouth, and almost landed on top of the baby dragon, who barely managed to stop in time to avoid it. Just like that, food had been laid there before him, with no one to interrupt him this time.
Looking straight ahead, he saw the Deadly Nadder come for a landing. Quickly surrounding him were five smaller dragons of the same breed. They swarmed around their mother, waiting impatiently for their meals. That was why the dragon had gone back for seconds... to feed her children. With his curiosity satisfied, he looked down at the fish that he had been very fortunate to receive.
He lowered his neck and took his first bite. At first, he had trouble with chewing on the meat; after all... he had no teeth. Satisfying his stomach proved to be very challenging, and time consuming. He had no mother to chew the food to a point where he could handle it. The easiest part of fish to eat from proved to be where the head had been severed from the body. The Nadder’s teeth cut through the fish unevenly, and left it the edges partly chewed. Everywhere else was impossible; without teeth, he could not penetrate the scales.
After a long battle with his food, he had finally had his fill. The whole process of eating proved very taxing, but at least his stomach was finally at peace. In the time it took him to eat the food, the mother Deadly Nadder had gone off to get more fish. This time, the food was for her and her alone. All the tummies of her children were satisfied, and now they were busy at play with one another.
The Night Fury was curious about this crazy activity the five child Nadders were commencing in. They all appeared to be older than he was, but they were still small enough not to be too intimidating. He found it so interesting that he slowly and cautiously sneaked his way towards them. What they were doing looked like fun, and he wanted to have some fun, too. As he got closer, the five dragon children saw him coming, and were even more excited to have another playmate. The mother, on the other hand, was not so keen on it.
The mother came charging, using herself as a divider between her children and the Night Fury. The dragon was not showing anger or hostility towards the Night Fury; it was more out of fear than anything else. The Night Fury ceased his approached, when it became clear that the mother did not want him to play with her children. Something had the mother scared, and it made her too nervous to allow him to play with her children. The emotions were clear on her face: PLEASE DO NOT COME NEAR US!
It was an odd response; one that befuddled the tiny Night Fury. All he wanted was some companionship. He was not a threat to anyone; in fact, he was more scared of the mother than she was of him. What was so different about him? What was it about him that unnerved the mother dragon?
Sensing that the small dragon was not going to give up so early, she nudged her children and then took to the sky. The squawking children bounced a few times before they leaped and took to the sky to follow their mother. The Night Fury cried, almost feeling abandoned. He didn’t want them to go; he didn’t want to be left alone in this forest.
Desperation moved him to chase after them. As he did, he tried to jump and flap his wings. He tried to fly, imitating everything the tiny Nadders did that allowed them to fly with their mother. His attempts ended up being futile; his wings were not strong enough to keep him in the air. It took a lot more strength to fly than he had hoped and realized. When that fact finally broke through, the Night Fury could only stand there and watched as the family of Deadly Nadders pierced through the tree line, and out of sight.
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The next day, it was the same story; the Night Fury’s stomach felt empty once again, and was crying out for more fish. He returned back to water front, for another shot at catching his own food. Unfortunately, his fishing skills had not improved. Those strange but graceful creatures seemed more interested in making fun of him than anything else. Frustration finally emerged and he began to stomp around in the water.
When his little tantrum came to end, he slowly walked out of the water and sat on the ground in a pout. He had gotten lucky yesterday with some food, but he couldn’t afford to keep on depending on luck. He would not be able to survive that way. He needed to find a consistent supply of food that he was able to access.
Fate was not done handing the little dragon a little luck; the family of Deadly Nadders had returned to the water front. The whole family was there, this time. As the mother approached the water, she warily eyed the tiny Night Fury. It was a look of warning, pleading with the little dragon to please keep his distance from her family.
Obliging, he instead watched the mother in action, this time from a much closer location than last time. The Deadly Nadder commenced snapping into the water, gathering up as many fish as she could fit in her mouth. It was amazing to watch her at work. With each snap of her jaws, she never missed her target. She was able to track the path of the fish, and managed to get her jaws in the right place, before the fish had the chance to change course.
The mother had her mouthful, and now she was on her way back to her children with their first course. As she exited out of the river, a whole fish fell out of mouth and landed on the grass before the tiny dragon. The mother did not seem to notice as she continued to her children to deliver the load of fish. The Night Fury raced to the fish, hoping to get enough of the fish to satisfy him before the mother came back for it. Unfortunately, this fish was whole; there was no way for him to break through the scales without any teeth.
The Night Fury stared down at his fish, growling. This was his best opportunity to quench his hunger, but he couldn’t figure out how to do it. He pawed at the fish with his claws, not knowing what to do with it.
Swarming out of the forest, the family of Terrible Terror saw another opportunity for a free meal. The Night Fury quickly stood guard over his food, but there were too many of them. They surrounded him and the fish in a taunting manner; they were going to have that fish, and there was nothing the Night Fury was going to be able to do about it.
At first, the Terrors were having their fun with the helpless little Night Fury. He was an easy tease, which made this all the more fun for them. They found it mildly amusing that the baby dragon thought he could stop them from taking that fish. The picked on him by snapping their jaws; they even played around with him by intimidating him by the flapping of their wings and making themselves look taller than him.
The Night Fury was overwhelmed. He tried his best to stand his ground, but they were too intimidating for the baby dragon. One of the dragons grabbed the tail of started to drag it away. The Night Fury cried, desperate to keep his meal, but the other Terrible Terrors got in his way.
A furious roar startled all the dragons in the melee for the fish. The mother Deadly Nadder expanded her wings as she came charging towards them. The sight of an angry Deadly Nadder was a terrifying spectacle. They knew enough not to mess with one of them; especially if the dragon was a mother. The flock of tiny dragons scattered franticly, running in separate directions to escape with their lives. The sight of the charging dragon also startled the Night Fury. He backed away, and watched as the mother stopped in front of the fish.
Retracting her wings, she bowed forward to gobble up the fish. The Night Fury let out a cry of protest as the mother angled her head to straighten out her throat. That allowed the fish to slide smoothly down her throat. The baby collapsed to the ground in frustration, unable to comprehend why she would eat the fish that was supposed to be his. If she was still hungry, could she not have just gone into the water and catch another one? The baby dragon rested his chin onto the ground, and let out a whimper.
The mother dragon shook her head before she started to gag. After a few dry heaves, the mother finally lowered her neck and regurgitates the fish. However, the fish had come back up in softer chunks. The Night Fury was on his feet in pure jubilation. The mother Deadly Nadder had merely chewed up the fish into bite sized pieces that he could more easily manage to eat. With her job done, the mother returned to her children as the whole family of Deadly Nadders took off for the forest, leaving the baby Night Fury alone to feast.
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Post by toothless11 on Oct 11, 2012 23:53:31 GMT -5
Man, it's so sad to see him try to survive like that...poor Toothless It sucks that he's rejected by most dragons... Its great what the Nadder did for him in the end though. That was nice of her I like how you made her care for him because of what the terrible terrors were doing...and I'm going to guess that she's afraid of him, because she knows he's te one the queen was after, right? Can't wait for the next chapter!
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mrjop2
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Post by mrjop2 on Oct 12, 2012 20:52:50 GMT -5
Correct, she's afraid of the Queen, as well as she should be. It's bad enought that she had hatchlings, but to aid a dragon that the queen wanted... not good.
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Post by toothless11 on Oct 12, 2012 21:00:12 GMT -5
Yeah, true...But if the queen found her own hatchlings, she would want them too. So if she had been able to keep so many hidden, maybe she could help Toothless as well...somehow. Or maybe I'm wrong. Well whatever, gla that she helped him either way Though it would be nice if she at least let him play with them too...it wouldn't hurt at all.
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Post by toothless11 on Mar 11, 2013 23:53:39 GMT -5
Happy birthday!!!!!! I hope you come back
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