Post by Brand Curador on Feb 9, 2016 12:58:55 GMT 1
Time and date :: Early morning, March the 14th
Weather :: Cold, a bit cloudy. Temperature got a tiny bit warmer due to Spring's approach.
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There has been many things done within a month, mostly by Brand's parents in their free time since their son was wandering there and there, learning and doing stuff. The most noticable thing was the kind of hangar they made next to their hutt, large enough to hold a single adult Monstrous Nightmare. The materials used mainly were gathered from what was left when SoftSting's own shelter was broke down to gain place. Brand's father even found one of her scales : it would be a nice birthday gift.
Trying to make Scorn understand that he could sleep there instead of the usual home definitly has not been an easy task. The only way they could keep Scorn inside at night was, most of the time, to make Brand sleep in there too so Scorn would not be alone nor feel put aside. The viking did not mind this much about that but the first days were a bit difficult to handle. No one knew if Scorn ever accepted the hangar as his resting place but everyone hoped he did so their home would stay safe.
And it was time for it to be done, Scorn being too large to pass through a door or a window. Only his head and neck could with a bit of his wings but more would mean breaking the poor hutt. With this problem solved came another one.
Brand had to tame Scorn. A dragon he still did not name. But no name came in his mind wishing to truly get the dragon's behavior before naming him. Otherwise he was thinking about a regular name.
The human barely slept that night, many thoughts shaking his mind and preventing him from sleeping. He would know that the Sun rose only when some light passed through one of the wooden hangar's windows.
What a wonderful rest he had. Today he would bring Scorn to the dragon academy and hope he could do something.
Weather :: Cold, a bit cloudy. Temperature got a tiny bit warmer due to Spring's approach.
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There has been many things done within a month, mostly by Brand's parents in their free time since their son was wandering there and there, learning and doing stuff. The most noticable thing was the kind of hangar they made next to their hutt, large enough to hold a single adult Monstrous Nightmare. The materials used mainly were gathered from what was left when SoftSting's own shelter was broke down to gain place. Brand's father even found one of her scales : it would be a nice birthday gift.
Trying to make Scorn understand that he could sleep there instead of the usual home definitly has not been an easy task. The only way they could keep Scorn inside at night was, most of the time, to make Brand sleep in there too so Scorn would not be alone nor feel put aside. The viking did not mind this much about that but the first days were a bit difficult to handle. No one knew if Scorn ever accepted the hangar as his resting place but everyone hoped he did so their home would stay safe.
And it was time for it to be done, Scorn being too large to pass through a door or a window. Only his head and neck could with a bit of his wings but more would mean breaking the poor hutt. With this problem solved came another one.
Brand had to tame Scorn. A dragon he still did not name. But no name came in his mind wishing to truly get the dragon's behavior before naming him. Otherwise he was thinking about a regular name.
The human barely slept that night, many thoughts shaking his mind and preventing him from sleeping. He would know that the Sun rose only when some light passed through one of the wooden hangar's windows.
What a wonderful rest he had. Today he would bring Scorn to the dragon academy and hope he could do something.