Sibling Dispute [OPEN]

[Jokul & Starkad]

Time and Date:: January 6th, Late Morning
Weather:: Snowing (Only flurries though); almost no wind
Previous Threads?:: None

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"Nope."

"Come on!"

"No"

"Please!"

"Not this time, Stark."

"B-but Mama-!"

"I don't care what mom said, I'm not playing any of your stupid games today." The teen lounged back onto the snow-ridden ground, arms crossed behind his head. His hobblegrunt was far from joining him. Her tail lashed back in forth in annoyance, her colors shifting to red.

Jokul's peaceful moment was shattered when the breath was knocked out of him. His eyes flashed open to find Starkad sitting on his chest, her claws curving around his shoulders to keep from losing her balance. "Get. Off." He wheezed, his voice dangerously calm. She might've only been a year old, and only twice the size of a sheep, but she was heavy!

She huffed into his face and remained where she was . "Go bug someone else! I'm sure you can find some poor chicken to play tag with. Now get off! I can't breathe!" He pushed against her belly and chest, only to have her claws tighten and dig into his back.

"Gods damnit, Starkad! Get your fat reptilian arse off of me!" He fought back harder, bringing his feet up to try and pry her off. "I'm not going to be your entertainment just because you're bored!" Little did he know that she was enjoying this game; enough so a few happy clicks escaped her mouth. "Are you really trying?"

I feral snarl came from the boy beneath her as he threw his body to the side; her along with it. Taken by surprise, Starkad's grip faltered just long enough for the boy to free himself. "Why do I even put up with you?"

The colorful dragon flipped over to shake herself off, sending snow in all directions. "Because the Red Girl likes me." At the mention of said 'Red Girl', Jokul's face heated up. "S-she has nothing to do with you being my dragon!" He retaliated, reverting back to Norse. "And you're lucky I let you near her in the first place! Last time you pushed her down and scared Nima!"

The hobblegrunt's eyes casted downward, avoiding her rider's. She knew very well what she'd done, and hated when he brought it up again. "So go find something else to torment. Because I'm done with you!" He pointed off towards to village square. "My back's probably got scratch marks on it now..." He mumbled as he lied back down, just as he was before. For added measure, he shifted his helmet to cover his eyes.

Starkad sat as still as a flightmare victim, having only her eyes look up at the teen guiltily and then back to the ground. A low croon came from her mouth; equivalent of a human sobbing, before she dashed off to hide somewhere in the village.

Jokul tipped the helmet up just enough to see where she'd been standing, only to find nothing. Great... Shade and Mom are going to love this.

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[OOC - To whoever joins, just write up a reply. No need to plot. Because I honestly had no plans ready for this. I mean... your charrie could find a crying Starkad on top of a house... or find Jokul sleeping in the snow. Anything you think will work ]

[Sigrun the Volatile]

On a day such as today, normal the Trader would have been working on her boat. But the vikings who had been helping insisted she take a break. 'I do not take breaks.' She mentally scolded them. She dare not say anything out loud, they were kind enough to help her over such trivial trades. Besides, she had little to no preserved foods left and if she wanted even a glimmer of hope on the horizon, than she would have to remedy this.

Berk was already awake, vikings going about their business as usual. Arms folded behind her back, she gripped her elbows and surveyed the land. She hadn't much on her right now, a few useful trinkets a fisher or hunter might find useful tucked away in the folds of her clothing.

And yet, when a dragon seemed to dart into town she paused. Dragons running through Berk was normal but somehow this felt different. The way it ran, head low and a quick scuttling pace, it was upset. She hadn't had much interactions with the beasts since she arrived on Berk, her skills with dealing with them were getting rusty. Hunting wasn't a thing you forgot, that didn't bother her. But sometimes you needed to twist a beast into thinking your actions are in it's better interests for things to work out in your favor. And from the brief glimpse of the dragon she had gotten, it was one of those ones that seemed to have some sort of connection to emotions. Gritting her teeth a twisted grin pulled her scarred lips tight.

This would be a true test, if she could get this dragon to take her to a fish trader without it picking up on anything she would have little to worry about.

Following the tracks in the snow she easily found the dragon, attempting to hide itself. "If you are trying to hide, you might want to try harder." She managed a soft tone, much nicer than her usual gruff bark. But try as she might, her face still looked contorted into a scowl. Scars and burns made subtle visual displays difficult, if not impossible for her. "Something's got your tail in a bunch." She leaned against the wall near the beast, making no moves for her weapons, and keeping her mind relatively clear. "I didn't think dragons got upset." She chuckled a bit, that much was true. Beasts of burden didn't feel emotions same as humans, why would these oversized reptiles be any different? "What's got your tail in a knot?" Obviously the beast couldn't reply to her, but speaking with them always seemed to work. It worked with dogs, why not dragons?

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OOC:: I didn't mention where Stark was to leave it up to you to actually decide haha.

[Jokul & Starkad]

Maybe nosing your way under someone's front steps wasn't the best pace to be hiding. In Starkad's defense, she wasn't exactly trying to. It just so happened to be the best place to sulk.

"If you are trying to hide, you might want to try harder."

Sure, the sudden voice beside her made her heart race in fear, but she kept her body from reacting in the small space. Besides, this far inside Berk, no one would hurt her. The hobblegrunt wanted nothing more than someone to comfort her, but this newcomer didn't exactly seem like the 'cuddly' type.

"Something's got your tail in a bunch."

Starkad shifted to try and see the viking better, only for the woman to lean back and out of her line of sight. She heaved out a long whine before sticking her nose out into the light.

"I didn't think dragons got upset."

After getting her head out of the crawlspace, she let her frill fan out, wanting to find out if this woman was just humoring her. So far, that's what it seemed, but as long as she wasn't mad, Starkad didn't mind it.

"What's got your tail in a knot?"

Without backing up into her makeshift den, she turned her head away from the stranger, lying it limply on the ground. "Jokul's no fun." It only occurred to the dragon that she might not understand her a few seconds after she'd already said it. Just in case she didn't, the hobblegrunt grunted as a sign of annoyance, still keeping her head on the ground.

[Sigrun the Volatile]

As the whine escaped the dragon, she glanced downwards to see a nose poking out. Her scarred brown lifted a bit as the beasts sail like frill expanded behind it's head. Everything about the dragons posture seemed sad, and she couldn't help but think of how well she knew what a sad dragon looked like. The only thing she knew better was an angry one, but any idiot with half a brain could tell when one of the fire-spitting beasts was angry. A big hint, it usually got at least 20% hotter.

A grunt of sound escaped the dragon, she crouched down to be slightly closer to eye-level. "Let me guess," In this island, there were only a few things that might upset a dragon. "Human troubles?" And most of them were linked to the humans who foolishly cared for them. Letting her feet slide a bit, she sat down beside the dragon. "I know, they can be really awful sometimes." Not all of her scars were from tooth or claws. "But come on, there's plenty of people here." She glanced around and made a slight scowl as she noticed that the streets were actually quite empty right now. "Okay, there's plenty of people somewhere." She glanced down at the beasts yellow eyes. She couldn't help but wonder what colour it's pelt would be if she were to skin it.

"And if they wont do, make your own entertainment." She began to riffle through her things until she pulled out a small wad of dried grass. Cracking some of it between her fingers she released the scent once more, to her it smelt slightly off but if she knew anything this was the greatest high for the scaled beasts. "For you." She held out her palm flat, the slightly crumpled dragon nip ready to be snatched away.

[Jokul & Starkad]

"Human troubles?"

Starkad never did like trying to communicate with vikings who didn't speak dragonese. At least, not when it was one on one. Usually Jokul would be the translator, albeit one that omitted most of what she said.

Just the thought of him reminded her why she was here in the first place. "He's mad at me." She whined and curled her tail underneath her chin. Of course, Jokul, in a sense, was always mad at her. It was just that this time his yelling had hurt her. Some would say their relationship was strained as it was, since they're pretty much complete opposites in personality.

Regardless, Jokul would never let anyone but himself yell at his dragon. In some ways, they were almost like true siblings. They were there for each other, but always seemed to have their difficulties.

Starkad hadn't even noticed the woman's movement until she spoke again. "I know, they can be really awful sometimes." The dragon tilted her head to listen further. "But come on, there's plenty of people here... Okay, there's plenty of people somewhere."

The hobblegrunt wasn't in the mood for bugging one of the townsfolk. If anything, she just wanted Jokul not to yell at her. Another wheeze blew through her nostrils as a sign of sadness.

"And if they wont do, make your own entertainment."

She kept her head down with the intention to wait until she was left alone, but it wasn't long before a certain scent reached her nose. "For you."

Almost against her will, she squeezed herself out of the crawlspace and into the open. Even with the woman being a stranger, Starkad wasted no time in just about inhaling the contents of her hand. Though her depressed mood was still there, she could feel at least a little excitement now.

"Jokul never let's me smell this stuff... " She both cooed and whined at the same time.

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[ooc- I didn't write it, but you can assume she changes color a little bit (I don't really think it matters what color exactly, so if you want, you can decide)]

[Kizlec Dreki]

Kizlec was walking through the snow, trudging happily. It was freezing... well, that's what her neighbours had said to her when she walked out side with no jacket. She looked around, seeing the sun, it wasn't often it shone. She begun to wonder how it stayed up there, it was a thought she offend had. She walked past Jokul's house, seeing him on the ground. She looked at him in confusion 'what is he doing?' she thought to herself. She stepped behind him. Humming softly. "You okay?" she asked, sitting down next to him, a slight, comforting smile on her face. She never saw him like this, not really. She looked at the sun. "Jokul?" The sun shone orange and yellow, a blend of colour. She loved the colour, it was one of her favourites, fire was orange and red too. As were some dragons, some dragons she liked… and some she feared. She pushed the thought aside, now wasn’t the time to think about this type of stuff. She looked at the trees, the snow falling on the leaves softly.

OOC: Thought I’d join. Sorry if I'm interrupting and all that stuff. Hope this post is okay.