The Rogues (RP Thread)- HTTYD/Criminal RP (closed)
Rummaging through the bin of weapons that Skari had found, Copperblaze was pleased to note that there were a few spears, her weapon of choice, in there. The shafts were in fairly good condition, thankfully. Unfortunately, the blades were rusted and old. They might work, but clearly wouldn't last. If she wanted to keep any, she'd have to somehow replace it. Maybe where they landed would have something suitable...
She hesitated, fingers hovering over two possible choices. One had the best quality shaft, but the other had the only passable blade. Pausing, she finally decided on the shaft. If the tip broke off, she could always use it as a quarterstaff, she supposed.
Looking back, she noticed that the others had suddenly gone very quiet, staring off into space. She vaguely noticed Paz had cut off her long braid, leaving an uneven, choppy remainder that mostly stopped at her shoulders. Skari was still standing at the rudder, making changes seemingly unconsciously, but his mind was clearly elsewhere.
The wind was picking up, so Copperblaze decided to let out the sails as Skari had shown her, hoping that they'd catch more wind that way. She sat down against the mast and took out her sketchbook. Peanut the Terrible Terror was still unfinished, but she left his drawing, deciding to sketch something else. A head formed, then a body, and before long she realized that she was drawing herself as she'd been on Berk, five years ago.
She'd loved Berk. She still loved it, in fact, but she never really felt like she fit in there. Everyone had their own little groups, but somehow, she'd never found hers. Oh sure, she'd had friends. But she was always secondary to them, someone to play with when there was nothing else to do.
Copperblaze sighed. Maybe this was the chance to make a fresh start, with this ragtag bunch of escapees. Maybe she would be able to amount to something, if they didn't all decide to part ways once they landed.
Setting the book down, she sighed and stared at the choppy waters around them. Copperblaze desperately hoped that wouldn't happen. She didn't want to be left behind again.
They were out on open waters, one of her favorite places to be. She walked over to the weapon box and pulled out a huge mace. The swinging part was as big as her head. This would easily do some damage. She walked around the ship, pacing thinking of what was going to happen, or at least could happen. All of the thoughts gathering together, mixing.
The previously calm day had quickly turned into a roaring nightmare. The waves crashed against the sides of their small boat, rocking it as the wind threatened to tip it over even more. The sails- Oh no, the sails! Why did she only have to remember them now, of all times?
If there was one thing she'd remembered from the brief sailing lessons she'd had when she was younger, it was that you should never leave the sails up during a storm. It would cause the ship to lose control, and might end up even knocking it over!
She put all of her things the bag she carried, then rushed to the mast, slipping all the way. Hurriedly, she put the sails down. The effects of the storm were lessened, but only slightly as the waves started to get bigger.
The rain was coming down in sheets now, soaking everyone to the bone, and Copperblaze had never been so glad that her bag was waterproof. A wave broke over the side of the boat. "Hit the deck!" she almost screeched, very close to panicking.
They couldn't have disobeyed even if they'd wanted to, as a great crash knocked everyone off of their feet. The small ship kept rocking, and Copperblaze half crawled, half slid to the nearest sturdy-looking bench. Holding on tight, she saw that the others were following her lead.
It wasn't enough. The largest wave yet hit the ship, tipping it precariously. Trying to stabilize it, she tried to get to the other side, but it was too steep. The boat fell over completely, leaving everyone trapped under it.
She kicked hard against the former deck, now a ceiling, pushing her out from under. Copperblaze surfaced, gasping for breath and trying to hold on to anything to keep her attached to the boat. No one else had surfaced yet. 'Oh no,' she thought groggily. 'Where is everyone?'
Copperblaze's head hurt, badly. She struggled to stay awake as her movements became increasingly more sluggish, before the world spun and her vision went black.
Lupus felt the boat rocked back and forth until she was slung out of the boat into the cold sea. She tried to get to the surface but she was too heavy because of the heavy mase attached to her side. She was debating on if she should let go of her weapon but then suddenly hit by a box that trying to resurface itself. Lupus quickly grabbed onto it and floated to the surface. She tried to keep breathing but she slowly a starting blacking out.
Copperblaze gasped, spluttering. The storm seemed to have died down somewhat, but she had no idea of how long she'd been unconscious. Somehow she'd found a board to lie on that seemed to have saved her, but what about the others? She spotted Lupus and Skari also floating in the water.
She jumped off her small salvation, pulling Lupus first because she appeared not to be lying on anything. Struggling against the waves, she finally reached their overturned boat, which seemed to be the largest surface available. Returning, she pulled Skari with no small effort. He was certainly heavier than Lupus, and her exhaustion threatened to send them both off to sea.
Gasping for breath and struggling to keep both of their heads above water, Copperblaze finally reached the boat and pushed Skari up onto it. Hauling herself up, she lay panting, too exhausted to do anything else. She hoped the others had escaped from the bottom, but right now she wasn't able to do anything other than lie there, too tired to move.
'Lot's of cold.'
'WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE COLD!'
That's all Paz could think when the storm hit, so she went below deck to wait the storm. That uh... that was a bad idea. When the boat capsized, Paz had taken quite the tumble towards the ceiling.
"Oh, this is not good..." She exclaimed when she realized that the floor was above her, "This is bad, actually."
Fortunetly, since the hull was still intact, the boat wasn't taking on water yet.
"I hope I'm not gonna need to swim out anytime soon."
So, she just hung out in there until the ship washed up on shore, since she didn't know what had happened to her comrades and knew it would not have ended well if she tried to get out.
(( I'm sorry for not being very active!! Today has been busy... I'll get a post up tomorrow morning. ;3;' ))
Skari had woken up, but his confused behavior and unfocused eyes made Copperblaze sure he had a concussion. She groaned, seeing that Lupus hadn't woken yet and would be no help, either.
Her head pounded, and her muscles screamed at her not to, but she took a deep breath and dove into the ice water. If she didn't save the four still trapped, she had a pretty good idea of what would happen, and she didn't like it. She wouldn't leave them, not when they were so close!
'But close,' she thought, 'was relative.' Her eyes were tightly shut against the saltwater, and she couldn't see a thing. She could feel though, so she held her arms out, hoping to feel a body against hers. Instead, she started floating up to the former deck, hitting it.
Trying not to panic as she realized she was almost trapped like the others, she continued her search even more quickly. Her hands brushed something. A person! She swam to the edge and pushed her up. Hopefully she'd end up on the overturned boat, but Copperblaze had to keep looking.
She could feel her air supply getting low, but forced herself onwards. She rammed headlong into something. Reaching out, she discovered it was two somethings! Pushing them off the boat and up to the surface, she continued. Three down, one to go, and she wouldn't give up now.
She couldn't feel the iciness against her skin. Was that good? At least she didn't have to worry about the cold stopping her, she reasoned. Her arms and legs grew heavy. It was an effort to move them now, and her head began its pounding again in full force.
She banged into something, but hardly felt it as her body started to feel weightless. If she'd had more presence of mind, she would have panicked, but as it was, she just felt calm and peaceful as she drifted off to sleep, the waves rocking her like a mother would her child.
'Wasn't there something I was supposed to be doing...?' she thought blearily. 'Maybe someone else will do it... I'm... too tired...'
Her mind went blank as the world softly closed on her.
The storm began to get worse, and Sylvan found herself struggling to get and keep a grip-- both on reality and the boat-- anywhere possible. At one point she was almost flung overboard, spared only by the grace of the small wall on the side.
But then an incoming wave slammed the boat, rocking it and sending her, she having not yet recovered from the last strike on the boat, into the wall behind her. She hit the back of her head particularly ha.rd and was soon seeing stars. And even sooner after she saw and knew nothing.
As Paz was trying to keep steady against the side of the lower deck, which was difficult considering how much the boat was being tossed about, the adrenaline from earlier was wearing off and fatige was setting in, making her want to lay down on the water covered floor (Technically ceiling) and doze off.
'If you fall asleep, you may never wake up.'
That was the one thing keeping her awake. That, and the song she's known by heart since she could remember.
I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger,
a travelin' through this world of woe.
But there's know sickness, toil, or danger
in that bright world to which I go...
She kept singing that to herself for who knows how long before she was intturputed by the sight of and unconsious Copperblaze surfacing from the opening to the top deck. Her eyes widened as she painfully hobbled over the random cargo boxes and miscellaneous junk to haul her out of the freezing cold saltwater.
"I better not have pulled a dead carcess on board." She muttered under her breath as she checked for any signs of life. After a few minutes of trying to hear the girl breathe over the sound of the crashing waves outside, (She doesn't know how to check for a pulse) she finally let out a short gasp and began to cough up water. Breathing a sigh of relief, Paz then helped her get out as much as possible before sitting her in an upright position along the side of the boat to get out of the water covering the "floor".
Once all that was said and done, Paz started back to shivering in her damp clothes while attempting to keep the other viking upright.
"Please let this storm be over soon." She said to no one in particluar. While she had heard of all the stories of the Nordic gods a million times before, she never was sure whether to belive them or not. "If anything, I rather not hidefrom drowning or freezing to death."
Copperblaze was awake. Well, awake was a strong term, she figured, as every muscle in her body felt too heavy to move, and thinking felt like dragging a Gronckle through a tar pit, but she was alive. She thought. She hadn't remembered alive to hurt this much.
What had happened? She vaguely remembered cold, freezing cold, then a sharp pain. As if on cue, her head started to throb. Or maybe it had always been throbbing, and she'd just now realized it.
Sluggishly contemplating opening her eyes, Copperblaze eventually decided against it. She was so tired, anything seemed near-impossible.
Slowly, she started to hear sounds. There was a male voice near her. It seemed familiar, but she couldn't place it right now. Thinking too censored it was painful, though, so her mind switched to other matters.
Such as the movement going on around her. Was there supposed to be so much moving around? Every few seconds, whatever she was lying on jostled her. 'Oh, good,' she thought blearily, 'I can feel now.'
Everything didn't seem so fuzzy anymore, and she could now tell that there was something solid underneath her. Het position was just a bit painful. However she'd got where she was, it hadn't been smooth.
She groaned, making a conscious effort to do something for the first time in, well, a very long time, she thought. Deciding to make another try at opening her eyes, Copperblaze made them into slits and immediately shut them after the bright light threatened to blind her.
She squinted again, managing to fully open her eyes and keep them open. Everything was blurry, and moving in a way that her exhausted mind didn't like.
Finally, she got her vision to focus on the man that must have spoken earlier. Skari, that was his name. She decided to remember that. It seemed important.
If she'd had the strength, she would have tried to get herself into a more comfortable position. As it were, all that the weary girl could do was cough pitifully and hope for someone's help. She didn't think she liked it, having to rely on other people so much, but right now, she wasn't in much of a position to care.
Huh. The world was spinning. Was it supposed to be spinning? Copperblaze wasn't sure. She liked it though, just a bit. She moved her hand in front of her face. It spun too! She laughed softly. This was fun.
She tried to stand up, so she could spin around with the world, but ended up doing a strange tumble-roll when she realized she didn't have enough strength to stand. There was now a blue blur right near her face. She touched it, making a big splash. It was cold, and Copperblaze decided that she didn't like it very much.
There was something else near her face now. It was moving, but not like the world was. She felt dizzy all of a sudden. There was too much movement! She tried to move away, but ended up collapsing right onto the moving thing. It was soft, and warm. That was nice.
Copperblaze closed her eyes. There wasn't any more spinning, which was good. She decided she didn't like the spinning much, after all. She felt really light, though, like she was floating. That felt good, like she could just let go and fly away.
"I'm flying!" she declared, slurring her words slightly. She wasn't sure why she felt the need to do that, but it was interesting. "This is fun," she tried again. The warm thing she was lying on shook her slightly. She batted at it was half-closed eyes, missing more often than hitting, trying to get it to stop.
"Stop it," she moaned. Huh. She felt weird all of a sudden. She leaned away from the warm thing, and threw up into the cold blue blurry thing that she didn't like. That didn't feel good, she decided.
"Berkians." Paz scoffed as Copperblaze started to puke over the side of the boat, "Had a little too much saltwater, huh?"
Turning to see what Skari was looking at, Paz then thought out loud, "Speaking of which, is that an island, or am I loosing it too?"
Copperblaze shook her head, then discovering that doing that hurt a lot, decided to stop. What had happened? Hadn't she just been underwater?
Her vision was really blurry, for some reason. In the cloudiness around her, she could make out what she assumed was water, then a large brown blob that she assumed was the floor. Wait, was she on top of the ship again?
That probably would explain a lot, she mused, but not enough. Where were the people that she rescued? How had she gotten back up?
There was something holding onto her. She squinted through the bright light, trying to see more around her. Huh, the storm had ended. That was good.
Looking up, she determined that whatever was holding her was a person, one with blond hair, it seemed. Copperblaze tried hard to think of a name, but it kept escaping her. Her mind felt like it was covered in a deep fog.
They put her down, so she tried pushing herself up to a sitting position. It didn't work out too well, her arms seemed to have lost all of their strength. In addition, with the haze her vision currently was, she couldn't quite tell where to put her hands and ended up flailing them around awkwardly.
She started slipping, then. Kicking out to try to stop herself, she only ended up making herself fall more. The water kept getting close to her, but Copperblaze definitely didn't want to go back in there. She was nearly at the edge. Oh, great, she thought. Not again...
(Just to clarify, I do remember my last post. Copperblaze doesn't though, as she's got a concussion, and one of the common symptoms of a concussion is amnesia.)
Paz's eyes lighted up slightly at the sight, "Good riddance, maybe we'll get to live another day." She then looked back to see a certain someone on the verge of falling off the boat.
"Whoa, hey! Would you stop trying to kil yourself?" She stated, somewhat irked. While she figured that Copperblaze didn't know what she was doing, Paz wasn't in the most understanding mood.
After no small amount of effort, Copperblaze finally pulled herself up into a sitting position. Her head swam, and dots appeared before her eyes, threatening to make her fall over again, but she finally held out.
As her vision finally subsided into something that might have been considered normal, she discovered that she could finally see. Gone were the random blobs of color, the world had finally settled into its usual shape! Copperblaze cheered slightly, earning her strange looks from Paz and Skari- hey! She remembered their names now! Even more reason to be excited.
Skari was lying down and paddling at the front of their upside-down-boat-raft. He didn't seem to be making much progress, so Copperblaze laid down next to him, attempting to ignore the fluster that came out whenever she got too close to him.
Of course, the lying down actually looked a lot more like a flopping down, because apparently her balance was still pretty off. To be completely honest, she'd almost fallen down right on top of Skari. As it were, she'd landed on his side. Quickly pushing herself off, she valiantly tried to pretend it hadn't happened at all.
It... didn't work out so well. Her face, she assumed, was as red as a tomato. By the time they'd gotten almost halfway to the island in the distance, it felt like it still was burning bright.
When Sylvan began coming to, the first thing she felt was water, and she immediately thought she might be drowning, because the water reached up to her cheek, but in a temporary lapse of judgement she forgot that you cant breathe while youre drowning. She jolted upright, gasping, but she soon came back to her right mind seeing the light amount of water in the bottom of the boat.
She looked over at everyone else to ascertain if they`d lost anyone, but by the looks of it everyone has here. And Copperblaze was blushing. Again.
'Wow.... Love at first sight is an actual thing.' Sylvan thought with acidic humorousness. She pulled herself up as she was starting to get numb from the cold, salty water.
When Skari announced there was an island coming up, she just secretly wished it wasnt Berk.
Copperblaze sighed. Paddling the overturned boat along was clearly getting them nowhere. While she assumed that it had done at least something, it was so inefficient that they might as well have just let the boat drift.
The island still looked so tiny in the distance. Oh sure, it had grown, but to the weary Viking's eyes, there was hardly a difference between what she'd seen at the start and what she saw now. She'd even tried swimming behind and in front of the strange group's only ground, trying to push it forward, but that was just mildly uncomfortable for a girl with a head injury.
Copperblaze rubbed her head, wincing at its tenderness. After being hit in the same spot twice, she knew it was bound to hurt, but that didn't mean that she had to like it. Not that anyone had ever liked any injury they got, but some were clearly worse than others. She just hoped that her head wound wasn't on the worse side of the spectrum.
Resuming her paddling, the girl soon got lost in her thoughts. Clearly they were going only a slight bit faster than 'nowhere', but what was the true reason? Their mode of movement was certainly a large culprit, but the real offender here, she thought, was the boat.
It was big, bulky, and awkward, three things that were horrible when moving something with only hands. Oh, if only they had a real raft! It would still take them a long time, but certainly not as long as they would with an upside-down boat. Wait... that gave her an idea. They didn't have a raft, that was true, but could one be made?
Eyeing Skari's broadsword, Paz's axe, and Lupus's mace, Copperblaze grinned. This plan was definitely her craziest yet, and she was sure that the others would respond accordingly. No time to dwell on that, though.
Copperblaze explained her plan. "We need to make this boat into something much smaller," she told them. "If we break off parts of it at a time, we'll end up with a small raft that we can propel more easily. If we ever want to make it to that island, we need to do this. Otherwise, it'll take forever!"
Having put her idea out, the Viking found herself sitting up, staring at them. The only thing left to do now was wait, and hope that somehow, it would work.
Standing again, Paz pondered the thought, then gave a small groan as she started hacking away along with the others. Any other day, she probably would have enjoyed this, but she was tired. She was really tired. And cold, that didn't help either. That's probably why it took so long to complete the project. In the end, they had a somewhat sturdy raft that would old the five of them. (I'm not including Anikay since kcrockett hasn't posted at all)
"Alrighty, time to cast off." Paz stated half heartedly considering how exauhsted she was.
Suddenly her world came back into vision. But it was fuzzy. She could tell that she was on a boat and that others were around her. She sat up and rubbed her hand. "What happened?" She said softly.
Copperblaze blinked. Well, that had been easier than she'd expected. To be fair, she actually hadn't expected much argument from Skari, who she was sure had done some pretty crazy things in his, ah, 'career'. Still, though, they'd be systematically taking apart their only chance of survival. Things could go wrong pretty easily.
Since her spear wasn't really suited to destroy boats, Copperblaze had mainly supervised, attempting to make sure that they didn't destroy the boat too much. Eventually, their efforts had paid off. What had been so big and bulky was now small and lightweight, and the perfect size for an ocean journey without sails or oars.
Speaking of oars, there was a giant wood plank floating next to her. Breaking a little bit off so that it wasn't too heavy, she started paddling.
They were making good time now, much better than they had with the whole boat and using only hands to row. Soon enough, the island came into full view. It was a fairly large one, but it looked completely uninhabited. While she supposed that that was a good thing, considering that they could be sure that no one had enemies there, they'd also have to work a lot harder to survive without an existing village to help.
She started paddling harder, excited by the prospect of solid, dry land. Looking over her shoulder, Copperblaze noticed that Skari had started to pick up the pace too. She was so tired, but she couldn't give up now.
200 feet. They could see the sand below them now. 100 feet. She could make out the animals hiding in the brush. 50 feet. 30 feet. 10 feet-
The raft came to a slow stop against the soft sand of the beach.
Copperblaze felt like cheering. Or dancing. Or singing. All three seemed like a good idea. They'd finally made it. Now was the time when they could say that they'd escaped, because they finally had. They'd escaped the prison, they'd escaped the boat wreckage, they'd escaped the ocean.
Nothing could stop them now.
"First things first," Copperblaze started, "we need a temporary camp. We can make a permanent one later, but it's getting dark out. Before it gets too late, we need to start building."
She led the way into the undergrowth, in the general direction of the lake she'd noticed on the way in. After a few minutes of trekking, they found it. Copperblaze looked around in hopes of a good campsite.
"Hmm... this looks like a good spot." It wasn't perfect, but it would do for a night, or however long it took to set up a permanent base. There were plenty of trees for sheltering under, a fallen tree lay near, and there was water close by. All good things.
Now, to build a camp. "Alright," she stated, "we need someone to build a fire, one or two people to look for food, and the rest start building a shelter. And quickly! We can't let it get too late."
"I'll go search for food," she volunteered. Waiting a minute or so to make sure that everyone knew what to do, she finally wandered off, on the hunt for anything edible. First, though, she emptied out her bag, which had miraculously stayed mostly dry. Placing it safely in a corner, she placed a heavy rock on top of the stack, ensuring that none of it would get moved.
Half an hour later, Copperblaze found her way back to the campsite, bag laden with a type of berry that she'd loved back on Berk. A fire was burning bright, and there was a modest shelter, just barely big enough for all of them, almost done being built.
There seemed to be a lot of rocks in the area, so she grabbed what looked to be the cleanest one and carefully emptied the berries on top. They all dug in, having not eaten in a while.
It was dark now, so they'd made their awkward way into the shelter. It was cramped, but most of the Vikings, exhausted, went to sleep as soon as they shut their eyes. Copperblaze, though extremely tired, couldn't fall asleep. Every little rustle in the bushes kept her awake.
Suddenly, a large crash echoed through the clearing. Sitting bolt upright, Copperblaze lost all pretense of sleeping and cautiously clambered out. There was a large, green Gronckle near their fire, excitedly gulping rocks.
So the island was populated, she mused. But not by Vikings, by dragons!
If Copperblaze wasn't awake then, she was definitely awake now. Skari had drawn his sword with a metallic schink and stood facing the Gronckle, who had paused in his gulping to size up the new threat. Oh no, thought Copperblaze. This could be bad.
"No!" she shouted. Skari paused, in the middle of a threatening swing, before continuing. He must have just assumed that she was worried about him. She was, of course she was, but she was equally worried about the innocent Gronckle. They could ki.ll each other if the fight wasn't broken up.
"Stop it, both of you!" yelled Copperblaze. "You don't have to fight anymore!"
Something dawned on Copperblaze. Skari had been in prison for seven years, so he must have never heard about the ending of the war with dragons! Well then, time for a history lesson.
"Six years ago, on Berk," she started, "our chief's son shot down a Night Fury, and in the process one of his tail fins got torn off so he couldn't fly. Instead of killing the dragon, Hiccup - the chief's son - befriended him. There was a giant monster dragon that was forcing all the other dragons to bring food back to it, so Hiccup and the rest of the teens in the village - the adults still thought all dragons were evil - rode dragons and killed it. Ever since then, there has been no war with the dragons."
That was eloquent, she thought sarcastically. But it got her point across. That was all she needed. But a little more wouldn't help...
Copperblaze grabbed the largest rock she could carry and cautiously approached the Gronckle. He had been watching them, first with growls, then with hostility bordering on boredom. He stared at her now, as she held the rock out like a peace offering, in mild confusion.
She turned her head away, closing her eyes. Showing trust was very important when befriending a dragon. If you didn't trust them, they wouldn't trust you. After a few seconds, she felt a light tug as the rock was taken out of her hands. Copperblaze slowly looked back at the Gronckle who was now happily eating the large rock she'd given him, and couldn't help grinning. One last thing...
She stepped closer, holding her hands where the wild dragon could see them. He let her, apparently liking her after she'd given him food. Very typical of dragons, especially lazy ones like Gronckles.
Copperblaze reached her hand under his chin and started scratching. The Gronckle collapsed in a state of bliss, and she reached and scratched his stomach when he rolled over. Finally taking notice of Skari, who was watching, bewildered, she asked, "Do you want to try?"
When the boat hit the shore, Sylvan was one of the first out. She stretched herself out and sighed as the built-up tension in her muscles began to recede.
And then Copperblaze went all friendly with the wild Gronkle.
'A dragon of my own...? Oh yes.... Oh, YES.' Sylvan thought, her mind whirring with all the possibilities of a dangerous and powerful mount of her own. A Seashocker, or a Scauldron, a Snaptrapper, a Stormcutter, the possibilities are limitless!
But her thoughts were silenced when she saw a half-mauled animal corpse on the ground. And there was still meat on it.
'But first, dinner.' she thought, trotting over and examining it. It was a very recent kill, still mostly suitable to eat. But there was hardly anything left, save the fatty stuff you cant eat and the skeleton.
"Of course..." she growled. She examined the corpse and poked it around with a stick to see if there was anything else on there. But nope...
Copperblaze grinned, feeling slightly giddy. She'd forgotten how nice it was to give a loving belly scratch to a dragon that wanted it. Her hands searched his stomach, eventually finding the Gronckle-specific "sweet spot" that made him jog his leg up and down as if he were doing the scratch.
She laughed, a clear, innocent sound. It seemed like it had been ages since she'd heard it. After five long years, on a dragon-inhabited island, with a group of near strangers - Copperblaze felt like she was home.
It was a strange feeling, she mused, having a home. While Berk would always have a special place in her heart, this place, this strange, unfamiliar island was turning out to be exactly what she needed.
Copperblaze had drifted slightly forward while thinking, and now the Gronckle's foot was scratching her back at the same time as she did his. It was fitting, in a way, that that would happen. People who thought dragons were merely pets, or servants, they were deluding themselves. Dragons were strong, intelligent creatures, and this dragon was not an exception.
She felt exhausted now, as though she'd gotten past a mental obstacle. The Gronckle had started drifting off, and Copperblaze curled up with her head on his belly. It was incredibly warm, like a large bed.
Copperblaze tiredly beckoned to Skari to join them. In only a few hours, the sun would rise, and they'd need to be well-rested for the new day to come.
Huh. The world was shaking. That was new.
Then the world fully collapsed, and Copperblaze fell onto something warm and soft. She snuggled into it and fell back asleep.
An indeterminate amount of time later, something shook her softly. Groaning something incomprehensible, Copperblaze rolled over. Why was her nice, warm pillow moving? It was supposed to stay there!
The shaking came again, so Copperblaze slowly opened an eye to see what was going on. She looked up and noticed that she was curled up to no other than Skari.
Any other time, she would have been embarrassed out of her mind. But this was the morning. For Copperblaze, mornings were the time to sleep, and not have a coherent thought until the sun was past the highest point in the sky. Any earlier, and she'd be completely out of it, like she was now.
Copperblaze closed her eyes, snuggled closer into her makeshift pillow, and fell back asleep.
Copperblaze woke to discover that she was sleeping on the cold, hard ground. Hadn't she had a pillow of some sort...? She'd fallen asleep on that green Gronckle, she remembered that, but-
Oh. Now she remembered, or at least, thought she did. There was a vague recollection of waking up cuddled next to Skari, but she sincerely hoped that was a dream. If it wasn't, well, that would be awkward. She blushed just thinking about it.
Everyone that was awake had already left their temporary camp, so Copperblaze decided to take a walk also, if only to clear her thoughts.
Come to think of it, though, she was hungry. And thirsty, but mostly hungry. Altering her direction, Copperblaze took a leisurely stroll to the place where the berries grew.
It was a beautiful clearing near the lake, with multiple bushes laden with plump berries. She started to fill her bag, eating some here and there.
As she sat against a tree, staring out into the crystal clear lake, she had to wonder: what now?
(( I`m a little confused; The Gronkle IS Copper`s dragon right? And not just a random one they met here...? X3
If not I`ll edit.
And I`ll wait for a response before I post further...))
It was a beautiful day, Copperblaze thought as she strolled back to their campsite, bag laden with more berries. Halfway there, though, she was startled as the same green Gronckle from before buzzed through the undergrowth, nearly crashing into her.
His tongue was out, and his tail waved energetically. Quickly, Copperblaze moved out of its range, not wanting to get knocked over.
"Oh, hi," she started. "I'm excited to see you, too, big guy. What are you doing here? Did you just want another belly rub? Sorry, but I can't give you one right now. My hands are too full. But maybe when we get to camp?" she offered.
Hurrying back, she had a thought. "You know, if you're going to keep following us around like this, you need a name." Searching the area for ideas, Copperblaze's eyes alighted on the dragon's quickly beating wings and had a small epiphany. "How about Bumbles? It suits you, I think," she decided, as the newly-christened Bumbles landed on the ground with a thud.
On the way into camp, Copperblaze bumped into Skari- literally. Rubbing her forehead where his chin had banged it, she blushed slightly. "Sorry," she apologized, "I wasn't looking where I was going." She half wanted to ask whether what had happened that morning had actually happened, but didn't think her embarrassment levels could take whatever answer he gave.
Attempting to diffuse the redness of her cheeks, Copperblaze started to introduce Bumbles, but realized he had made his own introduction. Now almost tackling a startled Skari to the ground, Bumbles grinned a large dragony grin. Clearly, subtlety was not his forte.
"He sure is," Copperblaze laughed, amused at the excitable Gronckle. "Bumbles really likes you! Oh, that's his name, by the way," she clarified. "He just looks so much like a bumblebee, with his wings and shape. It just seemed to fit him."
The three made their way into the camp. Sylvan had returned from whatever she was doing, and it seemed like the rest had finally awoken. It was a bit strange, being one of the first ones awake, but it felt pretty good.
"Rise and shine, sleepyheads!" she teased, getting a few glares. "I brought breakfast!" Repeating the scene from last night, the berries were again dumped on a rock and made short work of.
Taking charge, Copperblaze started what seemed to be an impromptu meeting. "Today, we should really start looking for a permanent base location. Probably something around that lake over there," she thought, pointing slightly, "so we have access to water, and if we can, near a food source or building material source."
She started leading their strange group out, and when they eventually found the lake, started searching. "Let's just all go around the lake together, and keep an eye out for anything that looks like it'd be helpful!" Starting out, she beckoned the rest to join her. "Come on, let's go!" she motioned, excited to be doing something worthwhile. Once they had a camp, things would all start to fit together, and Copperblaze couldn't wait.