Earthguard's New Horizons

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Eira couldn't help herself,

Eira couldn't help herself, especially as Orvar jumped on the shockjaw's head. She was rolling in the dirt, her sides aching. Even Brasa seemed to find it amusing, though she managed to retain her decorum throughout it all. Gothi was furiously scribbling in the dirt. Her way of laughing?

 

Driftwood huffed at the display and hunkered down, just thankful the shockjaw finally decided to leave him alone. Though his rider's guffawing seemed to take the edge out of him and he let himself relax a bit more. It was kind of funny. He snorted a puff of smoke at Orvar in a gentle reprimand. The little terror plopped down on the ground as the shockjaw finally dislodged him and he looked up confused and disappointed. He lost his new playmate! Snorting in response to big brother's reprimand, Orvar's tiny wings fluttered rapidly to lift himself into the air and he buzzed indignantly over to Eira, who had managed to sit herself up as the laughing fits subsided. The little terror landed on her shoulder and wrapped himself around her, nestling into her neck and making himself comfortable. His belly rumbled against her as he purred contently, though he did pop one eye open to send a huffy snort at the shockjaw, who had disturbed his sleep, and then his playtime. Eira wiped a few tears from her eyes and patted her dragon, smiling wide at all of them.

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Shockjaw

The wild dragon made his way over to the ladies and sat down. They inspected his wound and looked happy. The old one took of the Shockjaw’s bandage and smiled. Can I fly? He thought to himself Can I be free? Then it hit him, if he left he would never see Rue again. Also trappers might shoot him down again and he’ll have to start all over. No, he had been told to never trust anyone... yet recently he had learned that not everyone is bad.The Shockjaw was torn in two, doing what he had been “taught” and doing what he had learned.

 

The drahon hesitated but walked over to the girl with wild hair and sat down. The two ladies looked surprised yet they seemed to understand. One half of him urged to leave but something still pulled him back. And that thing was Rue, Rue was the only human he could trust. How could he abandon her?

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Rue held on onto Eslig when Ambolt took off. She would not dare to admit it in front of a proud Nadder but in her opinion, Deadly Nadders had a strange style of flying. Since their body was moving up and down more than did those of Woolly Howls, Thunderdrums and Whispering Deaths while flying, Rue was just not used to that kind of movement.

"Thanks!", she finally said to Eslig when they arived, jumping off Ambolt. Before welcoming Donni who, calm and quiet again, came over to them, Rue stopped for a second. She still had this strange feeling that something was off. And to be honest, it was starting to get on her nerves that everyone was doing as if nothing was wrong. But what if it was just not a good idea for her to say something? She didn't want to affront Eslig.

"Sorry- was there something else you wanted to speak to me about?" Apparently, Eslig had noticed her concerns.

Choosing her words well, Rue started: "Um, yes, actually... I think this is none of my business, otherwise you would have talked to me about it. But Eira and you are acting so weird since we met this morning. Whatever it is, maybe it would be a good idea for you two to talk that out some time?"

Not expecting an answer, Rue gave him an encouraging smile and finally turned to Donni. "Hey, boy. How are you doing?" The large Thunderdrum gave her a big smile and scratched his head on her arm. He looked as if he had just recovered. "Are you ready to go?" He snorted approvingly and together with Eslig and Ambolt they took the short flight back to the pond.

 

"We're good to go!", Rue called over to Eira. But noticing the desparate look of the Shockjaw, Rue lead Donni towards him. "I know, this is a lot to handle for you, but trust me, those people will help you. You are in good hands here." He allowed her to shortly touch his head when she leaned over from Donni's back.

As if to underline her last words, the sound of dragon wings signaled the arriving of another helper.

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((I am confused, in your last

((I am confused, in your last paragraph are you talking to Donni or Albatross?))

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((Good question, piggy. My interpretation is that Rue is indeed speaking to Albatross))

 

((Also, happy International Women's Day to those who identify as female in this RP!))

 

Rue took a moment to choose her words carefully, and Eslig appreciated the tactful way the woman asked a difficult question. Still, her words caught him by surprise and he blushed in spite of himself, turning to hide his reaction. If Rue had noticed something... oh Thor, what did Eira think? Lost in his thoughts, Eslig did little more than hang on as Ambolt flew after the Thunderdrum and back to the others. 

 

Thankfully, it seemed that the Shockjaw had been well-behaved in their absence, but Eslig and Ambolt still kept their distance. If the Shockjaw had a rider, it would be no problem- but this was a wild Shockjaw who seemed to enjoy fighting other dragons, and Eslig was loath to put Ambolt in potential danger. The Nadder, for his part, seemed none too eager to be close to the Shockjaw, and kept his distance even when Eslig moved closer.

 

As Rue was saying her goodbyes, Eslig took the time to thank Brasa and Gothi for their help. Receiving an affectionate tap on the head from Gothi's staff and a chest-cracking hug from Brasa, Eslig returned to Ambolt and prepared to resume Earthguard's original mission of clearing dragon traps on a nearby island.

 

As he was readjusting Ambolt's sadde, Eslig stole a glance over at Eira. With a bow in hand and her usual facepaint, Eira nonetheless seemed less intimidating than earlier that morning. He knew that wasn't the effect she was going for, and to most vikings the untamed look would indeed send a shiver down the spine. To Eslig, however, the wild hair and facepaint marked a return to normal. He rolled his shoulders and breathed deeply, feeling some of the weight that had plagued him since last night ease. They'd find a time to talk later, but for now they were clanmates on a mission together.

 

Eslig went back to working with Ambolt's saddle, and pulled out the closest thing to a weapon that he owned- a saxe knife. Eslig had never learned how to wield any weapons (a result of his captivity by the Dragon Hunters), but it occurred to him that he should have some form of self-defense besides Ambolt. The saxe knife he now held slid smoothly into a sheath resting on his left him. It was perfectly balanced and made of gronkle iron, with one serrated edge and one non-serrated. Gobber had added a touch of Death Song amber to the gronkle iron to dull the gleam of the blade and give it even more strength, turning it into a razor sharp and incredibly durable tool. The saxe had been quite expensive, but Eslig knew that a well-made weapon was worth every kroner. Satisfied with his purchase, Eslig sheathed the saxe and mounted Ambolt.

 

Earthguard was about to take off when the flap of very large wings announced the arrival of another dragon and another rider.

 

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((Piggyxl: She's talking to Albatross. ))

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 Berk’s port was alive with

Berk’s port was alive with the hustle and bustle that came with the start of spring; trade ships docking and vendors setting up stalls, villagers scurrying past one another to get the first pick of the morning’s produce. It was as if the little community had reanimated from a frozen slumber, the frigid winter chills that had hardened the isle to stillness now being whisked away by the newfound warmth of the coming season. Snoggletog was dandy and all, but if there were ever a time to visit that decrepit northern outcrop, it was when it wasn’t locked in ice.

 

Rebecca pulled the sides of her cloak closer to her center. Spring or not, it was still a bit too cold for her liking, and she just silently hoped that the temperatures would rise so that her visit would be tolerable. The brunette leaned to the side of her saddle, taking in the sights of merchant boats coming up the coast, smaller erratic dots showing the silhouettes of dragons flying low to the village.

It had been a little less than a year since her last visit to Berk, but her time away had brought in a prosperous bounty from the southern continents. Behind the seat of her saddle rested trunks and sacs filled to the brim with goods and coin, some of which she’d sell off to the other tribes in the archipelago, while the rest she’d distribute to her home village. She had two rather sizable pouches sitting by her hip, their heft resulting from the gold and silver inside, that were designated specifically for Stoick and Gobber. The least she could do was to pay the chief for letting her keep the family lodge standing even though it was unoccupied for a majority of the time, while the currency she brought for the smith was her way of showing gratitude for keeping said house from deteriorating. Besides, so long as she was contributing to the island’s economy in some way, she could rest easy from the self-justification that her ‘efforts’ preserved the sense that she too was still a citizen of Berk.

 

The sudden jolt of her mount jerked Rebecca away from the view, nearly toppling her over the edge of her seat. Sandstone reeled back to dodge a stray nadder as it flew at full speed back to its flock, the typhoomerang releasing a puff of smoke and a frustrated bellow as the much smaller tracker class assailant screeched back it him. No sooner than the nadder had come it had returned to its group, the band of winged reptiles snapping amongst themselves as they flapped away in the other direction.

 

“Gods, Sandy, that was close.” She muttered, more to herself than her dragon. Rebecca peered over the side of the saddle once more as they continued their descent. Air traffic was definitely a lot heavier since she had last been here, and she could now see that the community had added new roosting posts to the rooftops, the long posts jutting out against the tiled shingles. That must have been Hiccup’s doing.

The brunette watched as more and more dragons popped into her vision, their flighty forms zigzagging over the airspace above the village.

“More dragons than last time, huh? We’ll have to land in the field if we can’t get a decent opening.” Rebecca commented. She didn’t want to make Sandstone do that, though. They’d been flying non-stop throughout the night and the typhoomerang had been subjected to carrying the hefty load on his back. Sure, he was perfectly capable of lugging around the extra cargo, the weight of the items being inconsequential to his relative side, but he didn’t like the feeling of the fastening ropes cutting into his hide.

What a baby.

 

Luckily for Sandstone, that opening did come, the dragons that had previously been occupying their usual landing spot scattering when the massive dragon’s shadow appeared overhead. Perhaps there were some perks in having a dragon that was the size of a small house.

The pair touched down on the packed earth of the clearing beside the great hall, the rumble of Sandstone’s weight drawing the attention of the villagers in the square. As Rebecca slid out of the saddle, some of the burlier vikings had already come forward to attend to the straps holding down the transported wares, but not before giving the smaller girl a few enthusiastic words of greeting and quick welcoming embraces. A couple of children had promptly bounded over to her typhoomerang, their tiny grubby hands trying to reach for his horns so they could swing off of them while the grounded dragon begrudgingly tolerated their poking and prodding. Berk had truly changed.

 

“Move aside now! Make way!” The slanted gruff tone of a particular fair-stached blacksmith cut through the crowd. The stocky man pushed his way through the wall of bodies, arms outstretched as they went in to hug his younger relative. Unable to slip out in time, the bone-crushing squeeze took hold and Rebecca was caught in Gobber’s grip.

“Ah, good morning Gobber. Lovely to see you.” She managed to wheeze out, his clutch preventing substantial air from entering her lungs. When he let go, she was finally able to take in a deep gasp, though she didn’t get much time to enjoy it as she was promptly given a bonk to the head by Gobber’s wooden hand.

“Ow! Was that necessary?” Rebecca protested, hands instinctively moving to clutch her skull. She wasn’t exactly expecting such a violent welcome home.

“Of course it was necessary, ye wee goblin. Ye can’t even tell the time of day! Its afternoon for Odin’s sake.” Gobber scolded, taking quick breaths between words, “That and ye didn’t even tell me you were leaving this time! How was I to know if I was ever going to see you again?”

“You weren’t around for my departure and there was a storm blowing in. If I had stayed I would’ve been stuck on Berk for weeks.”

“Doesn’t matter. ‘Least ye coulda done was left a note.” Gobber was now sulking, a childish pout playing at the corners of his mouth. There was no point in arguing with the aging viking, and in truth, Rebecca did feel bad about vacating without a word.

“I’m sorry, you’re right. But, to make up for it, I brought back almonds and sugar cane!” She attempted to bribe the smith, and his mood seemed to perk up immediately.

“Well, I suppose if ye have some of that goodness with you. Where’s it at?”

“Ah ah ah, not yet. You’re going to have to help me move my trunk back into the longhouse and get the other wares into storage.” She urged, “Oh, and where’s Stoik, I’ve brought him a personal payment.”

Rebecca dropped one of the coin pouches in Gobber’s good hand as she said this.

“Was just speaking to him before I went back to the forge. He had me send out one of the riding clans to finish up a task, seeming he was too busy to do it ‘imself. I can get the gold to him later though, ye probably want to rest.”

 

Before Rebecca had a chance to agree with him, a green terrible terror made a less-than-graceful landing on the smith’s helmet, its talons haphazardly scraping against the dome of the metal as it tried to gain its footing. A soft chuckle rose from the brunette’s throat as she reached up to lift the puny dragon away from Gobber, the bug-eyed lizard staring at her intently for a moment before its gaze averted to something else that caught its attentions.

Gobber groaned, recognizing the terror as one of Gothi’s, “Dear gods, what does that old hag want now? Figure if she left for a bit I’d get some peace.” The last part came out as more of a mumble as Gobber reached for the note tied to the dragon’s ankle. Unfurling the slip, he read it silently to himself, so Rebecca returned to helping the villagers unload the cargo from Sandstone’s back. Handing some of the sacs to one of vikings present, Gobber’s voice once again beckoned her away from her task.

“Ye think you could wait on that rest? Those riders that were sent off came across a downed dragon, and they need some help gettin’ it back here for proper medical treatment.” The smith explained. His gaze shifted to Sandstone, the large stoker-class beast finally catching a break as the weight from his form was lifted, and then back to Rebecca. He received a deadpan look in return, and there was silence for a good while before she caved, letting out a sigh, “Alright, where is the poor creature?”

“Note just says to follow the terror.”

“Fine. Hey Sandstone, you ready to fly again?”

The typhoomerang gave a dissatisfied snort, but lowered his neck so his rider could mount regardless.

“Aww, who’s my special boy?” She patted the dragon’s neck before turning to Gobber as they were taking off, “Make sure my stuff gets back to the house!”

The surly viking gave a swift nod and released the terror into the air, Rebecca and Sandstone following briskly after it.

 

The little terror’s flying was rather erratic, its short wings making for awkward looking strokes. Nevertheless, the flight to their destination was brief, the tiny dragon ducking into a clearing on the other side of the island. The evergreens gave way to an opening of grasses and rocks, a small waterway casting a contrast of deep blue against the dull colours. The figures of humans and dragons appeared as they drew closer, and Rebecca beckoned Sandstone to descend.  A red-headed man was mounting a nadder, while two other young women, with a timberjack and thunderdrum respectively stood by what looked like an ailing shockjaw. Gothi’s recognizable hunched over form was present as well, along with a blue-haired woman she didn’t recognize.

Making sure to give a bit of distance between Sandstone and the others so they wouldn’t get crushed, she landed the typhoomerang with a thud. Slipping out of the saddle, she paced towards the congregation,

“You guys need some assistance?”

 

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Many emotions ran through the

Many emotions ran through the Shockjaw, anger, loneliness, joy, sadness, confusion, hatred, forgiveness. His head hurt from them all and he walked over to the pond and lied down. He gazed into the water seeing his reflection, staring back at him was a dragon who hadn’t given up his past yet inside the reflection was filled anger. He was feared by all and was the leader of a Dragon army. The reflection then morphed into a dragon who had given up his past and inside cared about humans. The Shockjaw then had to choose, stick with the humans and be safe or leave them and be what his father wanted him to be.

 

All of a sudden he heard the humans talking about leaving. The Shockjaw wanted Rue to stay with him and right as he was about to approach her a giant Typhoomerang landed. A rider on it asked if they needed help. The Shockjaw then looked up at Rue and his eyes pleaded for him to fallow them. 

 

 

(I will be inactive a lot during this week because of spring break)

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Eira jumped back to her feet

Eira jumped back to her feet as soon as Ambolt came into view, jostling Orvar a bit. She was a ball of nerves, eager and anxious to get going and focus on the mission, yet nervous to be around Eslig again. But as the two Earthguardians slid off the nadder and went straight to business preparing to depart, a huge weight lifted from her shoulders. Relief swept through her as she bounded over to Driftwood. Her clanmates didn't seem to remember, or even know anything was wrong! Yes, that must be it. They likely didn't even know anything had been amiss, and Eira much preferred it that way. Everything was back to normal and she could continue on as if nothing happened. They were just three clanmates, three friends, out to help the world and dragons live peacefully.

 

Driftwood was a bundle of jitters, too, shuffling excitedly over to his rider and encircling her impatiently. He wanted to be off as much as Eira did. Off and away from the shockjaw. Off and back up into the sky and away from the uncomfortable ground. Off flying with his human again. His jostling made it difficult for Eira to check the saddle to make sure it was secure before climbing back on. She giggled a little as she danced around in circles with him. "Drift! Hold still... we're going, we're going!"

 

Just then, a woosh of giant wings sent a strong gust swirling around in the gully as a shadow fell over them. Squinting, Eira looked up and watched as the ruddy Typhoomerang came in for a landing with a rider on his back. Her and Driftwood scrambled back to give her some space, as there was barely enough room for two large dragons. Beside her, Driftwood ruffled his wings, stretching them out as far as he could, as though trying to show off his own impressive wingspan, his head cresting up high as he inspected the new dragon. Eira smiled at him. "It's okay, bud, we're all pretty here."

 

She patted him affectionately and turned to the new rider. They were unfamiliar to her, both dragon and girl, she couldn't remember ever seeing them around the school, or Berk. Feeling a bit self-conscious herself, she drew up her hood and mask, pulling it down low to shadow her golden eye as she stepped back into Driftwood. The new rider, a brown haired girl, offered her assistance. This must've been the help Gothi and Brasa sent for. The Typhoomerang certainly looked capable of carrying the shockjaw back to town. But as she offered it, the wild dragon looked to Rue pleadingly. He didn't want her to leave him. Eira frowned and glanced to Rue, wondering how they were going to handle this. The dragon was still injured and couldn't possibly come with them. Especially without a rider, how would they be able to keep him well behaved?

 

Brasa and Gothi approached the new rider, Gothi drawing in the dirt and Brasa translating for her, explaining that the injured dragon had been trapped there and was not suited for flying just yet, and that he would need a lift back to town. That was where the typhoomerang and his rider came in.

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There's always a bigger dragon

Try as he might, Eslig had never gotten used to the sheer size of Typhoomerangs. Ambolt looked downright small by comparison, and even Drift looked insecure next to the newcomer. The Typhoomerang's rider looked to be a little older than Eira, with long brown hair and a compact frame.

 

This must be the backup! Eslig realized. If the Shockjaw couldn't fly by itself yet, the next best thing to do was to find a bigger dragon to lift it out- and the Typhoomerang certainly qualified as "bigger".

 

Ambolt shifted a little, the crater suddenly much more cozy with both Drift and the Typhoomeraing- not to mention the injured Shockjaw, Gothi, Brasa, Rue, and Donni. Eslig sensed the reason for his dragon's discomfort, feeling his own fear of enclosed spaces flare up. "Ambolt and I are just going to..." he gestured vaguely up and out of the crater. "We'll wait for you" he called to his clanmates as Ambolt took off into the sky.

 

Once free of the suffocating surroundings, Eslig felt his mind ease, the evening breeze washing over him and whispering away his fears. The position of the sun told him that there would be little time to remove dragon traps, but he was hoping that Eira and Rue would be up for camping on the island that night. It would be a good way to reconnect after not seeing each other for a few months.

 

 

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With awe, Rue watched the massive Typhoomerang land behind them. She loved this dragon species. They were so majestic. Rue shortly thought about Firestorm back on Healer's island ((Rue befriended a wild Typhoomerang there once. He's still living on the island)).

"You guys need some assistance?" A, compared to the size of her dragon, small person appeared. Rue greeted her with a smile. She had seen this rider before but she could not figure out where and when. It also could have been some years ago. Did she also grow up in Berk maybe? But nevermind, this girl and her Typhoomerang had come to help and that was what was important right now.

 

Rue turned back towards the Shockjaw that looked at her with pleading eyes. She didn't know what to do. Apparently, he didn't want her to leave him. But she had to if they wanted to find at least a few dragon traps before sunset. What this dragon needed was a rider that would take care of him permanently. Someone who could handle his mistrust and who just got him. Maybe there would be someone at Berk like that...

"You will see me again. I promise!" Rue stopped for a moment, wondering if wild dragons understood the meaning of a promise. But then she continued: "These people, my friends, will bring you to Berk and..." confused by the Shockjaws expression, she stopped again. "Right, you know Berk, don't you? Who knows how long you've been trapped here. But vikings and dragons work together now on Berk. As teams. Just like we and our dragons do." Donni contributed a confirming smile. "They will all work together to help you heal up your wing. And I'll be back soon as well. But I have to go now, we have to make sure no more other dragons get caught in dragon traps..."

Hoping that her words would have at least a little effect on him, Rue looked back at the Shockjaw one more time before letting Donni take off. Luckily, she knew that Gothi had another sage fruit, so there was a chance for them to get the upset Shockjaw onto the Typhoomerang's wings and savely back to Berk... Feeling a little guilty for leaving him behind, Rue hoped that everything would turn out well.

 

Eslig and Ambolt were already up in the sky. When Rue and Donni joined them, they could hear Eira and Drift following behind. Rue nodded at her friends, signaling them that she was ready to go. With one last concerned look down to the Shockjaw, she followed her friends in directon of the first island.

 

((Btw, has anyone thought about picking up the map in the meantime? :-D ))

 

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 ((Did a bit of controlling

 

((Did a bit of controlling for Albatross here, but I can change it if it doesn’t suit you piggyxl))

 

As Rebecca stepped toward the group she found herself surprised at their introversion. It was rather odd for a riding clan to act so distant, even if it was towards strangers. She wasn’t even able to catch their names, the first rider, the young red haired man, taking off on his rose-scaled nadder after assuring his clanmates and hovering above the crater.

The next to vacate the vicinity appeared to be older than her two companions, a familiar attractive brunette with a titan thunderdrum. She’d been social enough to provide her a smile, which Rebecca returned casually. The young woman’s face lingered somewhere in the back of her mind, the two likely having met years ago at some Berkian festivity of sorts. Best not to think about it for too long though, she had never exactly made the effort to be a part of the community until recently, and even then  her attempts were fleeting.

The thunderdrum by the woman’s side was an impressive specimen, its nasal and dorsal spines nearly double the size of its broadwing counterparts, the dim bioluminescence produced by its wings bouncing lightly off of its purple hide. Rebecca had only ever seen another titan of this species in the wild, and the occasion nearly left her dead had it not been for Sandstone.
This woman appeared to have a bond with the injured shockjaw. The downed tidal class dragon shifted its banged up body closer to her, and even from a distance Rebecca could see that it was desperate for her not to leave it alone with new strangers. Rebecca watched as the woman tried to console the beast, and through her voice was out of earshot, her posture gave the impression of kind intent.

As she took off on her thunderdrum, Rebecca flashed her another smile before her attention was caught by her dragon’s low rumbles. When she turned her head to see what his fuss was about, she was met with the sight of the typhoomerang stooping his neck to examine the slightly smaller timberjack belonging to the last remaining member, the young dragon’s chin high and expansive wings stretched out to their full extent. The slim timberjack was barely out of its juvenile years, and Sandstone intently surveyed its showy posture without aggression, blowing a puff of smoke over its scales as a sign of acknowledgement.

Smiling at the their exchange, Rebecca turned to speak with the sharp-class dragons rider,

“Pretty thing you have there-”

She was not met with a response, the small girl having masked herself and retreating to her dragon’s shadow. She wasn’t even able to get a good look at her, outside of noticing her short stature. It was unusual for native Berkian females to be so petite in height; perhaps the girl had foreign blood like herself. Her reclusive behaviour did trouble the brunette, however, the younger girl’s actions almost having a suspicious air about them. But such internal affairs weren’t her problem, and Rebecca dismissed any troubling thoughts of sabotage, the ideas being far too grand to consider this early in her return to the archipelago.

 

Returning her attentions back to the matter her presence had been summoned for, she once again moved forward to Gothi and her blue haired companion, trying to meet the old woman halfway to save her from shuffling the entire distance.

Silent as ever, the senior healer began her motions of scratching sigils and runes into the ground, the end of her staff dislodging the packed soil to make way for her markings. Brown eyes followed the movement of her writing, though she had no idea what any of the signs meant. A look of utter confusion plastered onto her face, Rebecca peered down at the hunched over elder, her bony arms and gnarled hands still working to place the runes onto the earth, and then glanced over to the unusual blue haired woman,

“I’m afraid my Gothi-scratch is less than adequate in translating this mess, care to enlighten me?” If her tone came out harshly, she hadn’t meant it to. She was genuinely stumped.

Realizing that she’d been addressed, the other woman spoke,

“Ah yes, sorry about that. Explains here that the shockjaw has been stranded here for a while. His injuries and lack of exercise in his lift muscles have rendered him essentially flightless for the time being. He’ll need to be taken back to the village for proper care rehabilitation. Mind you he’s a bit skittish, so take care in handling him.”

“Him? Alright then, thanks. I’ll get the poor boy back to Berk in no time.” Rebecca had never been good at properly gendering dragons unless they had drastic forms of dimorphism. The only way she was even able to determine that Sandstone was male was after stumbling upon him in courtship behaviour with another female of his species. Needless to say the experience was less than pleasant.

A hard nudge to her shin made her look down at Gothi once more. She had pulled a sage fruit out of her satchel and was tapping the brunette’s arm lightly with her knuckles in an attempt to have her take the fleshy mass. She had seen this type of fruit in the northern markets, and knew about their uses and properties after having overheard a trapper’s conversation with a vendor.

Grasping the large fruit in her palm, she slowly made her way over to the shockjaw, keeping her movements slow and predictable so as not to censored the dragon. It didn’t seem to be working very well, as the reptile took on a defensive stance as she drew closer, his pupil narrowing to slits and the rim of his chops rising to reveal a row of razor sharp teeth. Not wanting to have her arm ripped to shreds, she placed the sage fruit in front of him, the tidal class dragon then sniffing curiously at the food as Rebecca circled around his form to get a better look at his injuries.

Now upon closer inspection, she could see where the ropes had cut into the flesh of his wings and torso. The elongated period of friction caused the scales in the affected area to fall and the hide to wear down, leaving a scabby, bloody mess in their place once the restraints were removed. No wonder this dragon couldn’t fly, the pain must have been tremendous whenever he tried to make a move. She hoped that the cuts wouldn’t leave any scarring, but to the extent of how long the wound had been left to worsen, she doubted he would recover unmarked.

The rope that had left him immobile was left uncut, and as she grasped and pulled at it, she realized that the material was stronger than other binds she had come across. Sturdy yet malleable, she put the rope over her shoulder to take back with her. It may be of use later.

 

Carefully moving back up to his head, Rebecca kept a hand close to his body, just barely off the skin so he could feel her body heat.

“I’m not going to hurt you, I’m a friend..” The brunette spoke softly to the shockjaw, slowly bringing her palm to his maw so he could take her scent. She noticed that a bite had been taken out of the sage fruit, and she silently pleaded that it would be enough to pacify him for what came next.

As the shockjaw inspected her hand, she beckoned Sandstone over with a flick of her other wrist, the typhoomerang slowly pacing in their direction. To get the shockjaw safely to the village, Sandstone would have to carry his body in his talons, as Rebecca doubted the dragon would be willing to be tied up with ropes again.

Rising on his haunches, Sandstone balanced his weight on his wings and one leg, gingerly moving the other foot to gently grasp around the downed dragon’s midsection. Hopefully the shockjaw wouldn’t put up a fight so that she could climb back into the saddle and they could take off back to Berk.

 

​((I can try to work on the map btw if you guys give me some details. I love drawing out maps so I have some experience))

 

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Eira shied away as the new rider focused in on her. She was never too sure how anyone would take to her for the first time, and she preferred not to find out. As her clanmates took off after reassuring the shockjaw, Eira turned back to Driftwood and swung up into the saddle. For Drift's part, he was puffing up at the praise and snorted out a few plumes of smoke in response to the typhoomerang. Eira couldn't help but smile beneath her mask and laid a hand affectionately on his neck. "Yea, you too... Good luck," she called back to Rebecca sheepishly. With one last look to them, the two took off and followed after their friends, waving back at Brasa as their older clanmate watched them depart before turning to lend any assistance required to transport the shockjaw.

 

Both Driftwood and Eira were glad to be back in the air, with Orvar still curled around her shoulders. But in the excitement and their eagerness to get going, something dawned on her as they sidled up next to their friends. "The map! I forgot! Did anyone see where it landed?"

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((Jackalope: A drawn map sounds great if you want to do that :-) The only detail we have, I think, is that it should show some island near Berk. Maybe with landmarks or markings where Hiccup and his friends expected dragon traps?))

 

"Ah ****...!" Rue cursed and hit herself in the forehead with her palm. She had been sitting around the pond for such a long time, trying to pass the time and she had not even thought about searching for the map once!

"Sorry, I have no idea where it went. Donni and I arrived a bit too late to see it land... What do we do now? Go back, I guess?"

 

 

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Eira looked up at the sun's position. Eslig seemed to have the same thought as he spoke up.

 

"It's too late for that now. I think I remember where the first island to search was. Just not the exact location of the traps. Well have to search ourselves."

 

Rue nodded. "We can make camp and start first thing in the morning."

 

The three clanmates made it without incident to the island. After doing a cursory flyover,they found a suitable place to land and camp. Driftwood helped with chopping up wood and starting a campfire while Ambolt and Donnie helped to catch dinner. While their meal cooked as they sat around the campfire, Eira pulled out her gemshorn and started to play.

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Eslig mentally echoed Rue's curse as she reminded them about the missing map. 

 

"Go back, I guess?" she suggested, but Eslig was already shaking his head.

 

"It's too late for that now. I think I remember where the first island to search was- just not the exact location of the maps. We'll have to search ourselves". This wasn't strictly the case, as Eslig had no clue where they were going, but Ambolt seemed to have a sense of where the island was so Eslig was content to let his Nadder do the navigating. He'd been told that Nadders could follow a scent across several miles, and perhaps Ambolt recognized the scent of the island from his time chasing the map- which would have been created on the island they were looking for.

 

Before long, a landmass appeared on the horizon and Eslig recognized some of the landmarks of the island, namely a large viking statue cut out of stone on the cliffside. Eslig followed as his clanmates did a brief flyover to check for Dragon Hunter activity, and after finding no ships docked or on the horizon, helped set up camp. Normally, a more thorough exploration would be done but the light was fading fast now that the sun was dipping below the island.

 

A cold breeze started up, reminding Eslig that although it was spring temperatures would still be cold at night for a couple weeks. Drift and Eira began building a roaring fire while Rue and Eslig cleaned and cooked the fish that their dragons brought in.

 

As the fish sizzled and spat over the flames, Eira pulled out her gemshorn in the flickering light and began to play. For not the first time, Eslig admired her skill. He'd been itching to make music ever since his "Bag and pipes" had been banned on Berk because of the supposed 'disturbance' they caused to both dragons and humans. That didn't stop Eslig from carrying them in one of Ambolt's saddlebags, but it did deflate his enthusiasm for playing them. Besides, the music Eira was making was beautiful and he didn't want to interfere.

 

As Eira continued to play, something small and excitable slammed into Eslig, knocking him backwards off the log he was sitting on. Eslig flailed about wildly as a small dragon did it's best to pull him by his hair.

 

"Yeaaargh! Ooh.. ow! OW! Get it off!" Eslig howled, finally succeeding in freeing the creature from atop his head. He barely had time to look at the dragon- a green and yellow Terrible Terror with red highlights- before it scrambled out of his grasp and flew over towards Rue and began pulling at her arm, flying a few meters away, then returning to tug at her again.

 

"Guys, I think he wants us to follow him" Rue said.

 

((Hello, Scuttles!))

 

 

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((Scuttles says hi)

 

 

Albatross-

 

The Shockjaw growled as the new human tried to lift him. He then tackled him to the ground and the two ladies ran over. Stay away! He thought and knocked them back with a hit of his tail. His gaze then turned to the huge dragon, a Typhoomerang and the Shockjaw roared. The Typhoomerang looked as if he would try to protect the human so the Yidal Class drahon charged an electric blast. Last chance. He thought to himself and relised his blast

((Sorry it is short, this is something that needs interaction with characters))

 

 

Scuttles And Mychael-

 

     The armored Terrible Terror nodded as a girl said to fallow him. The drahon jumped down and hurried off with the others in hot pursuit. Because of his size it was easy for him to move in between the trees but he could tell the others had a harder time. He stopped for a few moments and smiled a look that said Sorry Before continuing to charge, this time a little slower. After a while they finally arrived at the coast where an unconscious man layed. The Terrible Terror frantically ran over to him and tugged on the fur cape he wore over his shoulders. The man’s face was covered by a wooden mask while his black hair was covered in sand and water. He had on a  brown tunic and a black belt. His arms were covered in bracers made from wood and leather and his legs were sheilded with loose black pants. His feet where contained within two black boots with fur on their tops. He seemed young, and in trouble.

 

     The Terrible Terror hit him affectionately with his tail trying to awake his master. Finally his eyes opened reveling cyan eyes staring at a group of strange people and drahons. He was startled and shifted back in the sand. Where... where am I? Why am I here? Why can’t I remember anything about my past? The man the looked at the happy Terrible Terror next to him. “Scuttles? Is- is that you?” He asked in great confusion. Scuttles pushed his master into a sitting position and the human brushed the sand off of him. “Who are you people?“ He asked in great confusion. The only thing he could remember was his name... Mychael.

 

     Mychael took off his ask only to see a Symbol, a hint, a clue about his past. On the inside of his mask, Ingraved in the corner was a drahon Head with a sword through it...

 

     The stranger was started by this as he loved Scuttles, or at least he remembered his name. Confused but not wanting to show the new people he might be dangerous, he slowly put the mask onto a strap in his belt. “Where am I? How-how did I get here?” The man decided to ask them.

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The fire crackled as Eira's hauntingly airy music drifted melodically through the camp. Driftwood curled up around her, humming softly along. For a moment, Eira felt completely at peace, like she was back on her island. Back home. Home... The thought struck her deeply. When had she started thinking about the place she had been stranded on for years home? But nevertheless, the feeling was there, and she started to realize how homesick she had been for it. And how much she had been missing Haelstrom. A purr rumbled to distract her thoughts and she smiled down at Orvar as he curled up in her lap.

 

But the moment was shattered as a strange Terrible Terror tore through the camp, first clamping onto Eslig before tugging insistently at Rue. Drift rumbled a low roar as his head shot up, coiling protectively around his rider. Orvar perked up and watched his fellow Terror before flitting into the air and flying around him to play, thinking it was a game. Eira jumped up, tucking her gemshorn away and snatching up her bow. "Let's follow him then," she replied to Rue, darting off after the frantic Terror with the others. Orvar returned to her shoulder once he realized the other Terror wasn't interested in playing while Driftwood took to the air, following from above. Eira had little trouble moving quickly through the dense woods and keeping up with the wild Terror, as she had plenty of experiences living, hunting, and surviving in the wild. Coupled with her affinity with nature, she was like a wild creature herself, one with the woods as her feet flew quietly over the forest floor.

 

It didn't take much longer for them to arrive at the Terrible Terror's destination. The woods broke up into a shoreline. And there, strewn on the beach covered in sand and salt water, was a boy. Eira skidded to a halt in the sand as the others and the terror rushed forward towards him, her breath hitching up as memories flooded her. Memories of her own awakening on a sandy beach after nearly drowning, much like this. The scene was all too familiar for her that she hesitated to approach. As the boy awoke, Eira pulled her hood low and hung back. He seemed to know the Terror, at least, so that was something. He was friendly with dragons. That was always a good sign. Eira looked towards her clanmates, wondering if they should answer the boy's questions. She kept her bow low and close to her side, studying the boy. From her shoulders, Orvar chirped curiously, and from above, Driftwood swooped down to land coiled around her. She laid a hand reassuring on his neck as he eyed the strange human warily. 

 

((@piggy I just finished drawing a headshot of my character, and was gonna start working on a full body one, to show her attire and everything. Though for now, you can just use what she typically wears in game. It's not EXACTLY what she wears, but it's close. I'll post a screenshot for you. Also, did you want to join the discord server? I posted the invite link for it but I can resend it for you.))

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((Never mind, I found it in the siggies. Also for some reason Discord doesn’t work for me. 

 

 

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I just realized how to fix my discord problem, can you give me the code?

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That’s a picture of you and Driftwood.

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((Sorry for my absence! I'm on a short trip to the UK at the moment but I'll be back in 2 days.

Piggyxl: I like the picture of us! :-) Some of the dragons look really cute.

edit: Just took a second look at the drawing: All dragons look so cute! Except Hael. But Heal would not want to look cute either :-D

second edit: Got my post out below ;-) ))

 

Ouch... While getting on her feet, Rue rubbed her right arm where the Terror's sharp little teeth had pierced a bit through her sleeve. She did her best to follow Eira who was moving between the trees like a shadow. Donni could not squeeze through because the trees were standing too close to each other, so he took off and followed Driftwood through the air.

Startled, Rue stopped as soon as they reached the beach. The moon and the stars shed a dim light on a dark silhouette, laying in the sand. It looked like a man... Rue ran over and kneeled down next to him. She was relieved when she saw that he was breathing - and warily moved back a little. What if that was a trick? The dragon hunters had played similar tactics before, luring Berkians into traps like this...

 

The Terrible Terror managed to wake the man up who sat up and looked around in confusion. “Who are you people?

Still feeling wary, Rue didn't answer right away. From the corner of her eye she could see that for some reason Eira was holding back as well.

Rue watched closely as the man examined his mask as if he was wondering where it came from. Maybe he had lost some of his memory?

Where am I? How-how did I get here?”

Rue finally decided to give him the benefit of a doubt. "Hey... I'm Rue. And these are my friends, Eslig and Eira." A low snort from Donni next to her made her add: "...and these are our dragons."

From the way how the young man treated his Terrible Terror he seemed friendly towards dragons. That was good. Scuttles... what a cute name.

Nevertheless, he looked at Donni in terror as the large Thunderdrum waddled over to inspect the newfound viking. The titan rumbled when he sniffed the man's mask, but obediently turned around when Rue tapped him on his back, signaling him to leave the man some space.

"We are from Berk, an island not far from here. We just found you lying here, so we have no idea how you got here. What tribe do you come from? And what's your name?"

 

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Mychael was so confused and his head hurt he tried to stand but fell down instinly and flopped on the sand. With one arm shaking her pushed himself into a sitting position and a girl said "We are from Berk, an island not far from here. We just found you lying here, so we have no idea how you got here. What tribe do you come from? And what's your name?" Berk? What’s a Berk?... Tribe? Think! Think! Think!... I guess I cannot recall “I don’t remember ever being part of a tribe. I actually can’t remember anything but my name.” Scuttles nudged him and Mychael said “At first I didn’t remember being friends with dragons but once I saw Scuttles here some of my memories came back, though I just remember being best friends with him... Oh! By the way the names Mychael.... Where exactly is Berk?” He felt stupid for asking

 
     Scuttles sniffed the air and excitedly ran over to the huge brown drahon and pulled on the bag. “Scuttles! Stop!” I tired to stand up to grab his drahon yet he fell again. The huge dragon growled and tried to get Scuttles off but the Terrible Terror stayed on and opened the bag. Inside tumbled out a brown, baby version of Scuttles. The armored dragon was excited to see the drahon and he tackled it wanting to play. 
 
     “Sorry about Scuttles. He can be very playful at times... Or at least I sort of remember him being playful.” Mychael said to the girls. He wanted so badly to remember his past yet no matter how hard he tried, nothing worked. Scuttles had the baby pinned down but found the weight of the armor hard to move in. Soon the small little Terrible Terror got up and jumped on top of Scuttles, knocking him to the ground. Mychael smiled seeing his only friend he remembered, having fun.
 
    Mychael with all his force stood up and wabbled over to Scuttles and the armored dragon jumped onto his shoulder. “Scuttles, do you remember anything about our past?“ Mychael asked and to his disopointment the dragon shook his head. “Well, that’s alright.“ The young boy then scratched under the dragon’s chin and Scuttles roared in delight. Mychael then relized everyone was staring at him and he felt uncomfortable. “Ummm...“ Mychael Said and tried to think of what to say “Do you guys like fish?“ Mychael mentaly slapped his head WHAT WHERE YOU THINKING IDIOT!?!?!? WHO CARES IF THEY LIKE FISH??!?!?!?!? What I meant to say was do you guys like to go fishing? Or do you guys get food some other way here?“ Nervous, Mychael fiddled with his fur cape and a book dropped. The injured boy picked it up and opened it to see his handwriting about types of dragons... and how to kill them.
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((Er, hello again! I am so sorry I have really sort of abandoned this. Oops. 

Anyway, basically I've been going through some stuff and have had limited Internet access, time to think up and post stuff, and generally get organised, due to school and personal things. At this stage I'm not really in a position to RP which I'm disappointed about but it can't be helped. In a few weeks however things might be better? I'm starting to think about my character's backstory and how I run into you guys. I don't want to interfere with any current plotlines and can't really do anything at the moment anyway, so I'm happy to wait for a bit.

Hope it's okay if I'm still part of this...? And sorry for not getting back any sooner!

Happy March to everyone :)  ))

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((Happy March, Reindeer!

 

Feel free to join whenever is convenient for you- real life always comes first. We're always happy to include new writers regardless of where we are in a storyline, so if/when things settle down for you we'd love to have you join us. Until then, don't worry about being inactive- we'll find a way to integrate you into the RP when you're ready to join.

 

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Try as he might, Eslig couldn't match Eira's rapid pace through the dense trees, or even Rue's more cautious pace. He tripped over no less than three logs as he followed his friends after the Terrible Terror. Eslig arrived just as Rue appeared to be introducing the various human and draGon members of Earthguard to a stranger. Ambolt landed near Eslig and examined the young man.

 

Upon closer examination, the stranger appeared to be perhaps a year older than Eslig with brown hair. It seemed as if he and the Terrible Terror were friends. Eslig guessed that he'd arrived too late to catch the man's name, and he made a note to ask Eira or Rue later.

 

"Do you guys like fish?" the question caught Eslig unawares.

 

"Only freshwater ones" he replied as the young man flushed. 

 

"What I meant to say was do you guys like to go fishing? Or do you guys get food some other way here?"

 

Eslig jerked a finger back through the woods in the general direction of the campsite. "We've got some fish back at the camp if you'd like some. There's plenty of food and a warm fire, too- you and your Terrible Terror can stay with us. It's going to be a cold night."

 

The boy appeared to be studying the book that had dropped out of his cape with equal parts interest and shock, but seemed hesitant to show the book to Rue, Eira, or Eslig. Eslig decided to mount Ambolt for the reutrn trip, the fresh cuts and bruises from his recent rush through the forest beginning to throb.

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Mychael was hungry and tired. He hesitated, not fully trusting the group yet and asked “Are you drahon hunters? Or are you friends of dragons?“ It thane acurred to him that he truly didn’t know which one he wanted to hear. All of a sudden something hit his head hard and he looked up to see Scuttles, who had flown away from the giant brown dragon and crashed into his master’s head. Mychael smiled and picked up the Terrible Terror. “Should we trust them?“ He whispered to his companion. Scuttles didn’t hesitate and nodded excitedly. “If you trust them, I guess I do to.“ He whispered. But what if they can’t be trusted? What if they won’t help? What if they find out you used to kill dragons? What would they do to Scuttles? Many thoughts echoed through Mychael’s head and he sighed but then replied to the group “If it would’nt be to much of a hassle, we could use a place to stay the night.“ Something cold and wet hit his nose and he looked up to see it was starting to rain. Scuttles imediantly paniced, Not liking the rain. The Terrible Terror curled up close to Mychael and closed his eyes tightly in fear. Then Thunder stuck and Scuttles whimpered And cringed to Mychael “It’s ok Scuttles.“ Mychael Said and hugged his drahon “It’s just a little rain.“ Rain... Rain... Why does rain seem important to me? Why does it seem so familiar yet new? The young Man took off his cape and wrapped Scuttles in it to keep him warm. By taking off the cape he dropped his book and it landed in a pile of wet mud, ruining the cover. It flopped open to a page titled “Monstrous Nightmare” clearly on the bottom of the page in red ink it said “KILL AT ALL COSTS, THEIR WEAKNESS IS NO MATCH FOR OUR HUNTER ARMY!” Mychael’s heart skipped a beat and rain dropped on the page smearing some words but it was clear everyone here saw his secret. Scuttles couldn’t breathe and his trainer closed his eyes and lifted his head towards the other and slowly opened his eyes, scared of what laid ahead.

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((Hey piggy, I'm gonna change a bit of what happened in your previous post. Orvar is actually on Eira's shoulders, not in Driftwood's saddlebags.))

 

Eira scowled as Rue openly gave their names, still staring at Mychael from underneath her hood behind her clanmates. She also didn't feel the urge to answer his next question, and even felt the bristling of suspicion when he wanted to know the location of Berk. Eira wasn't from there and shouldn't have felt any strange sort of protectiveness of it, but she did. Berk, it's people, and it's dragons, were her home and family now. Before anyone could answer him, though, the armoured Terrible Terror raced passed the other Earthguardians, sniffing the air and making a beeline for Eira. For a split second, she felt the sudden urge to draw up her bow and defend herself. Even Driftwood bristled up, moving closer about her protectively and snaking out his head to snarl a warning at the Terror. But the little dragon was undeterred and flew circles around them, making several lunges at Eira's hair as though he was trying to get at something. Eira pivoted with him, attempting to shoo him off when she realized what he was trying to get at. In the chaos of the commotion, her hood fell back and let loose her tangle of hair. Messy auburn curls spilled about her face and revealed the sleepy hatchling wrapped around her shoulders. With a yawn, Orvar peeked his head up and instantly went wide-eyed, not in fear but in sheer delight, as the older Terror charged his ruddy nest and tackled him to the ground. Her dragon's squeals as they tussled and played in the sand made Eira laugh, easing her tension for the moment. Driftwood, however, didn't seem to understand what was going on, thinking Orvar was under attack as he reared up and snarled, making to snap out at the older Terror. Eira interposed herself between the Terrors and Drift, easing his worries. "Drift! No! They're just playing."

 

Driftwood shook his head and stared at his rider's strange behavior, then tilted his head to look at the two playful dragons, standing down though still looking confused. He tensed up again, however, as Mychael approached them. Even Eira's snorting giggle fits died down as she turned warily to the strange boy. As he struggled to stand and walk, Rue rushed to his side to offer her support and Orvar returned to Eira's shoulders just as Scuttles returned to Mychael's. Though, when her hood had fallen off, it had revealed more than just the sleeping dragon. And now she turned the full brunt of her one golden yellow eye on the boy, boring it into him as Eslig suggested he return with them and climbed back on Ambolt.

 

Eira made a disgusted face at his ridiculous question. "Do we look like dragon hunters?" It was clear she didn't trust him as she further emphasized, "He's not riding back with us. He can follow on foot."

 

Rue protested, "He can't walk all that way on foot in his condition. He can ride with us. Right Donni?" She turned to the purple titan.

 

Before anything could be decided on, the book dropped open just as lightning struck and lit up the beach... and its pages. Eira's bow was up instantly, an arrow trained on Mychael. "I knew it! He's one of them! Who are you really and what are you doing here?" Understanding his rider's posture instantly, Driftwood bristled and growled at Mychael menacingly.

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Mychael was startled by the

Mychael was startled by the girl’s response “I- I- I don’t know what I am doing here. All I know is that I woke up here with no memories! I promise I’m not lying! Though... if you don’t believe me, release your grip and shoot me.“ Mychael had no idea what he was doing for he had no idea why he was here. Why couldn’t you’ve just been a plant watcher or even a baker? Why did you have to be a dragon hunter!?!?!? Mychael could see the girl with the bow was hesitating to shoot him but if he made any sudden movements she would. Thinking quickly Mychael Said “If I was a hunter wouldn’t Scuttles have left me. No, he came looking for help... please believe me.“ Mychael sighed seeing no one trusted him and said “I am no hunter, but I am also not one to trust other quickly. I understand you don’t want to help me, but at least if you do kill me let Scuttles live. He did nothing wrong, it’s not his fault he’s with me. Kill me and let Scuttles live.“ The young man saw his drahon look up at him with big sad eyes. Then all of a sudden Scuttles jumpe dout from Mychael’s arms and landed in front girl with the bow. Scuttles roared protectively and Shot a fire blast at the hirl’s bow. This was his trainer, he was going to risk his life to save him. For he had risked his life to save him. Mychael was touched by his drahon’s actions and said “Now do you see? Scuttles is protecting me and risking his life for me. Would a drahon slave do that for a hunter? No. Scuttles knows I wouldn’t harm anyone, this is what it is to earn a dragon’s loyalty. This is what is is to earn a dragon’s trust.“ Mychael for the first time knew what he was doing and stood beside Scuttles and told his drahon “I’ll protect you, I’ll protect you till the ends of the Earth... If you die, I die.

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Eira's aim wavered as Mychael

Eira's aim wavered as Mychael pleaded on behalf of his dragon. A dragon hunter wouldn't do that... A dragon hunter wouldn't care. Though... A dragon hunter would try to trick them... Eira frowned as doubt sunk in. There was clear hesitation in her stance now. There was a dip in her bow, but before she could lower it or shoot, Scuttles jumped in front of Mychael and roared, firing off a blast too quickly for Eira to react. There was an answering roar from behind her and suddenly her view was blocked off by a great big wing. Driftwood had encased her just before the streak of flame hit, slamming harmlessly into the timberjack's tough scales instead. An enraged screech erupted from the normally gentle giant as Drift roared furiously at them, snaking his head out in a vicious warning, fangs and razor sharp wing tips bared.

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Scuttles wanted to protect

Scuttles wanted to protect his friend yet didn’t want to seem hostile. The drahon hesitated but growled softly showing he wanted to protect Mychael “Please! Don’t hurt Scuttles!“ Mychael pleaded to the Timberjack “He was only protecting me!“ Scuttles nodded and then jumped into Mychael’s arms and snuggled up with him. “Don’t worry Scuttles, I’m fine.“ The armored dragon smiled and Mychael felt the armor rub against his skin. He didn’t mind it though, seeing how much his drahon cared. “I know this may seem suspicious, but I really can’t remember anything about my past. Though it is clear now that I was working for the hunters, even with that said I know I didn’t like what thy did. You can see this because of how I bonded with Scuttles, if I did agree with them I wouldn’t care about him.“ The small drahon smiled and his eyes became watery seeing how much Mychael truely cared about him. The boy then pulled out his mask and said “No matter what anyone says, even if you don’t believe me. I will know deep down I was never truely one of them. Sure, I was technically a hunter but I only did it because I had to. I remember when I look at this mask that I hated being  hunter but for some reason I was forced to... but I am not one of them.“ Mychael then threw his mask to the side angry that he even used to have the title of hunter. 

 

((These are going to be kind of short for a while because they require interaction))

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((Good thinking, piggy. A shorter post with less dialogue is easier to respond to and interact with. I know your character has a lot of explaining to do at this point, but I'm appreciative of your attempt to make these posts shorter. Not every entry needs to be a long one!))

 

Eslig stepped back, eyes wide, as things got heated between the boy and Eira. Or, more specifically, between Scuttles and Driftwood. Eslig then watched and listned as the boy (Mychael, according to Rue) shared his feelings about being a dragon hunter and then threw his mask aside.

 

Shooting a quick glance at Eira to make sure she wasn't still aiming a bow at Mychael, Eslig stepped forward with his arms raised in a non-threateneing gesture. 

 

"I don't think we should pass judgement just yet- let's all hold off on the fighting and hear his story"  Eira's eyes flashed towards him, and he considered his next words carefully. "Look, he's not a threat to anybody, especially not in the condition that he's in. The least we can do is hear his story. There's a brig on Berk for a reason, but I'm inclined to believe him- and you know as well as I do that not everyone who is associated with Dragon Hunters is a willing participant."

 

Unconsciously, he rubbed at the bracer that covered his own Dragon Hunter tattoo from years ago. Perhaps he could use his own past to find some common ground with Mychael, but that was not a past he was eager to revisit.

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((Short posts are fine. I'd almost prefer them sometimes. Just make sure we're giving everyone a chance to react in action scenarios such as this. Also keep in mind that you don't always have to do so much in one post.))

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“I don't think we should pass

“I don't think we should pass judgement just yet- let's all hold off on the fighting and hear his story Look, he's not a threat to anybody, especially not in the condition that he's in. The least we can do is hear his story. There's a brig on Berk for a reason, but I'm inclined to believe him- and you know as well as I do that not everyone who is associated with Dragon Hunters is a willing participant." One of the guys said and Mychael took a deep breath before responding “I awoke here on the shore with no memories of my past. Then a Terrible Terror ran over to me and am recognized it, though I wasn’t sure how. I then saw you guys and started to talk. After a while I managed to stand up and I felt something on my belt. I picked it up to see a wooden mask and on the back it had a dragon’s head with a sword through it. At that point I didn’t know, no offense, if you guys were hunters or not. I remembered by looking at that symbol that I used to be a hunter. I recalled some hunters having dragons as slaves so that’s why I asked. You guys didn’t seem like the hunters I met so I put the mask away, not wanting you guys to think I agreed with the hunters. After a while I found a book about dragons and how to kill them, I was furious at my past that I would even carry that, even if I was forced to. Then as it began to rain the book fell and opened to the page Monstrous Nightmare. I knew I didn’t agree with the hunters but I also knew that that seemed like something a hunter would carry.... and then you guys know the rest.“ Mychael sighed and looked up at the dragon riders and Scuttles protectively growled.

 
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((piggy- like his pink Nadder, Ambolt, Eslig is male))

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((Sorry, I was very tired and couldn’t think straight.))

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Even if she did still have her bow up and trained on Mychael, or any inclination to shoot at all, Eira had no line of sight whatsoever. Completely encased in Driftwood's wings, her view was blocked off from everything, unless she wanted to shoot through her own dragon's wings. Which she didn't. Her bow was at her side, arrow slack on the string, as she peeked her head up from under her arm after an instinctual duck and cover, her field of vision filled with mossy green scales, mentally thanking Driftwood for his fast reflexes. "Thanks, buddy..." But Mychael's words filtering in through her cocoon riled her up. "Hurt him?! Why would I hurt him?" she asked incredulously, sounding more than a little offended at the insinuation.

 

Then Eslig's words filtered in and she settled down a little. As Driftwood slowly, cautiously lowered his wing, Eira peered out at the others, though still mostly covered protectively by the timberjack. Her eyes flashed at Eslig as he began to speak, but their hardened glint softened at his words, and she looked on at him sympathetically before turning back to Mychael. There was a difference in how she regarded him now, though still wary and cautious. She slipped the arrow back in its quiver and stepped out fully from behind Driftwood's protective screen, the young timberjack looking confused. He trilled worriedly at her. "It's okay, Drift..." she patted him comfortingly. "Well... I suppose he does seem to like you..." she gestured to Scuttles. "And... you might not remember the whole story...." She exchanged a look with her fellow Earthguardians, then looked up at the still pattering rain, sighing in defeat. "I guess we can at least hear him out... He's still not riding with me and Drift, though." Driftwood echoed her sentiments with a huff of smoke.

 

Eira lifted her hood back up, her unruly hair already sagging down like a sopping mop, and jumped back on Driftwood's back, nearly slipping from the slick water collecting on the saddle. Orvar curled more tightly around her shoulders, giving them both added warmth against the cold. "So we going or we gonna stand out in the rain all night long?"

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Mychael was confused by the

Mychael was confused by the girls remark “Why would we stand out in the rain all night? It seems obvious that no one would want to do that. Why would you ask such an obvious question?” By the confused looks on the others faces he looked away, hating to be the center of attention. He then realized he needed to ride with someone one and it obviously wasn’t the girl and Drift. Just ask who you should ride with... It’s simple just ask “Hey, which dragon should I get on?” Simple! Mychael ignored his thoughts, not wanting to ask them. Scuttles looked at Mychael and waited impatiently to get out of the rain “How far away is Berk?“ he asked and put on his cape. The Terrible Terror climbed onto his friend’s shoulder and covered himself with the cape, scared of the storm.

 

((Sorry it’s so short but once I read that last line I knew immediately how Mychael would respond and just had to add his side comment. Like I said in his personality he doesn’t understand those kind of rhetorical questions or jokes.))

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A Thunderdrum's decision

((Oh, I missed quite a bit. But always feel free to move along without me or to control Rue, as you did so far. Real life is very busy at the moment with my new job.))

 

Next to her, Rue could hear Donni mumbeling as if he was thinking aloud. The Thunderdrum then stepped forward and started again sniffing the boy called Mychael. He rumbeled and seemed to hesitate. Same as Rue, he looked confused about if he should trust the stranger or not. Even though Rue had offered her help already, she kind of felt hesitant since the dragon hunter book had dropped. What if that boy was just a good actor? She attentively watched Scuttles protecting him and Mychael repeated everything he could remember.

Shivering in the cold storm, Rue nodded her agreement when Eira spoke up. "I guess we can at least hear him out... He's still not riding with me and Drift, though. So we going or we gonna stand out in the rain all night long?"

But she still felt reluctant to let him ride with her. The man's reaction left her even more confused:

Why would we stand out in the rain all night? It seems obvious that no one would want to do that. Why would you ask such an obvious question?

But with a soft snort Donni had finally made up his mind. He shambled a bit to the right so that Mychael could easily climb into the saddle. Surprised, Rue watched her dragon take action. She sighed and decided that even though she didn't trust this stranger yet, she trusted her dragon and his decision.

She jumped on Donni's back, carefully leaving some space between her and Mychael. Luckily, the titan's back was large enough so that there was enough space for both of them without being too close for comfort. But like that, she would be able to grab him though in case he would faint again during the ride.

Rue looked around to Eira and Eslig. "So, where to now? Back to Berk?"

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((Oof I have no excuse for my long absense, but I did break my foot a couple days ago. I'm almost done writing my post it'll be up later this evening))

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Eira quirked a brow, staring

Eira quirked a brow, staring at Mychael. Was he trying to be funny? Or contrary? She couldn't tell and couldn't get a clear read on him. Her mouth opened and closed several times as she tried to work out a response, but finally she just settled on a shake of her head.

 

She closely watched as Donni decided to let Mychael ride on him and watched as the boy climbed on, still very wary of him. She didn't like the idea of him being in such close proximity to Rue, but it couldn't be helped... Eira looked up at the sky with a wrinkle of her nose, another distant flash of lightning setting her golden eye aglow. "Not tonight. Back to camp." With that, Driftwood thrust upward and the two were airborne and gliding over the treetops towards their campsite, which wasn't too difficult to find with the light and smoke of their still burning campfire.

 

((Oh no! Hope your foot heals quickly and well))

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Mychael hesitated to mount

Mychael hesitated to mount the Titan Thunderdrum, out of all the dragon this was the one he expected to never trust him. Yet now he was willing to have Mychael ride him. The boy struggled but climbed on the dragon. He then scooted back trying not to anger the rider. “Where do I hold-“ Mychael was cut off by a sudden jolt from the dragon who took into the air. The sudden movement caused Mychael to fall back and land on the dragon’s tail. Scuttles clinged to Mychael in fright and shook in Terror. After the dragon evened out Mychael scooted back into his spot and asked “Like I was saying, where do I hold on exactly?“ 

 

After flying for a little bit Scuttles grew tired and fell asleep in Mychael’s lap. The boy smiled and stroked the small dragon and began to hum a tune to his little friend. He then remembered that the others might think that was a hunter’s tune and he stopped. “It’s amazing that dragons trust us enough to let us fly on them. Isn’t it?“ Mychael then looked at the other dragons and directly behind him was the large brown dragon and his rider. The boy could’ve sworn he saw the small, brown Terrible Terror peek out at him and Mychael smiled, returning his gaze to his dragon. He picked up Scuttles into his arms and cuddled his only friend in the world. 

 

 

((I know this is short but it is lunch at shcool right now so I can’t post much. Sorry about being inactive, I had a break from school and my cousins came over))