Post by Woodrot & Garlic Surprise on Nov 19, 2014 7:17:41 GMT 1
Time and Date:: 17 years ago, late morning (Woodrot age 10)
Weather:: Manageable temperatures and bright sun
Weather:: Manageable temperatures and bright sun
There wasn't a finer day out there, the brilliant sun shining bright on the glittering ocean sending warmth through every ones hearts even when the air itself sent a chill down their spines. The weather hadn't exactly gotten 'nice' on a while, and the young boy had been stuck inside for far too long. With five other children, being stuck indoors was far from pleasant. Especially when he was the second youngest. More than one fish ended up going down his shirt, and frankly he had become numb to the sensation of slimy scales sliding down his back.
But now! Now was his time to shine! And by that, he meant he was going to go hide in the forest all day and avoid the entire village. Ever since he had eaten something he found and his mouth went all tingly, he had made it his goal to find out more about the nature that grew just outside their homes. But unfortunately he wasn't the only child let loose to roam Berk today.
"Hey Woodie, wanna come and play."
A look of panic spread across his face. "N-no thanks... I'm b-busy..." He began to fumble with his shirt avoiding eye contact with the larger, and likely older boy and his new company. Both of them gave him the chills, one more than the other. That was likely because one of them was far to muscular for a young boy, and the other could shoot needles from it's tail.
"Aw, but we wanted to practice our aim, didn't we Stinger?"
The young Nadder bobbed it's head, squawking and shuffling it's large clawed feet. Shuffling his own feet he glanced back at them, grinned nervously before he fell into the normal routine. One foot began the move, slowly at first before it turned into a full on sprint. Tears streamed from his eyes like a fountain, teeth firmly clamped on his lower lip.
"Get him Stinger!" The dragon began a run as well. «Come on, play with us! Play!» The dragon gained ground and quick, but instead of pouncing it turned and whipped it's tail towards the still running boy. Panic filled him as he heard the needles fast approach as they ripped through the air. But he didn't have nearly enough time, they caught his clothes and pined him to the rock he had been planning on hiding behind. Now he was stuck to it instead. "O-okay this is f-funny. Let me d-down please." Tears still dripping down his face, he tried to move, but felt a tug as his fabric refused to let go.
He wasn't going anywhere, anytime soon. And the owner of the dragon strutted up to him as if nothing had happened. The dragon bounced around, clearly proud of itself. "C-can't you bug some one else Egil?" He still struggled against the needles. They may have been smaller than a full grown Nadders, but he was also smaller than a full grown viking. It didn't take much to take and keep him down.
Bring a foot up, the larger boy began to press it against Hrafns back, then resting on his knee as if just casually hanging out. "I told you not to call me that Woodie." "My name isn't Woodie it-" "Ah, nah nah, I'm not done. You can call me, the Boulder. And no one messes with the Boulder." A whimper escaped him as the foot was pressed harder, the need to vomit rising as his gut was pressed into the rock. "O-okay! Y-you win!" The pressure eased up on his back, and he swallowed as quickly as his body allowed. But to his dismay, there was no removal of the spines that held him pinned, no mocking laughter, or even chatter of dragons. Dead silence? "H-hey?"
He was alone, pinned to a rock like a decoration, and utterly alone at the edge of Berk. This day wasn't turning out so great after all.
A final whimper escaped him. "Help..."