Post by Mouldy Jam on Apr 30, 2015 23:32:47 GMT 1
Time and Date:: April 30th (1 Year ago) Mid-day
Weather:: Fairly decent weather, not a storm in sight and only a thin layer of snow.
Previous Threads?:: N/A
Weather:: Fairly decent weather, not a storm in sight and only a thin layer of snow.
Previous Threads?:: N/A
The dragon had been flying for hours, their quarrel finally resolved and they were flying a level and straight path. «Look! Land!» One head chirped up. «I don't know.... it smells off. Let's not land there.» The other countered. «Nonsense! It's home, I just know it!» His eagerness sped up the flight considerably, and it was only moments before they landed on snow covered ground. «See! Nothing weird at all.» The first beamed at his victory, but the other looked nervous. «I can't smell any other dragons...»Location:: Forest neat the coastlines of Hysteria
Nonetheless they walked, a slow but steady pace mostly maintained out of Jams caution. «See there's the village! We are totally fine!» Mouldy quipped. «That's... not Berk.» Jam brought them to a grinding halt. «You remember those stories? That some of the other dragons tell to scare the younglings?» Jam looked spooked. «This isn't Berk, this is...» He held his tongue, willing it to not be true. «This is Hysteria.» Even just saying it brought a chill to his spine. «Don't worry so much man! It's totally home.» But still the dragon remained stationary. «I don't know...» «It's fine! We'll go down, find Bearhands and get this stupid thing off our back.» Their wings shook a bit before folding over the straps of the saddle.
«Right... Bearhands...» Jam glanced back at the saddle. No that couldn't be right, could it? «Mouldy we wouldn't be wearing the saddle if we weren't with Bearhands.» Then it hit him, something Mouldy clearly was missing.
"Stupid dragon! What in the name of Thor are you doing?! Stop spinning!"
He hissed and jerked his head back. «You idiot! He's gone!» Jam snarled and turned his head to face the other. «We have the saddle and not him because he's gone!» Jam clicked his jaws in annoyance. In his anger he let out a bellowing roar. But his eyes grew to slits and the birds left the forests around them. Wings dropping to the ground and his jaw hanging loose. «We're dead...» «Wow, good job.» «Flyflyfly!» Jam urged, panic flowing through him. «Why? Now they can come greet us!» «We don't want their greeting, trust me and fly!»