My Love of the open Sea(Floki's first Introduction)(OPEN)

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Time and Date:: Late afternoon of a Mucky November

Weather:: Humid, down-pour of rain and muddy

Previous Threads?:: First one!



The hot air stuck around the many trunks of tree's as the branches hung with the weight of the rain and fell to the ground in massive clumps of piled mud and slush of dirt. The Forest was crowded with the sound of the rain and rumbling of thunder above and not anything but a few Terrors roamed about in this big down-pour...all except a mad man.
He'd been working on his boat for over a few weeks and had just about finished the deck of it. The sail, sidings, oars, back and front of the boat were not even started...but the boat was massive compared to this tall twig  of a man..or that's how he looked anyways. He'd occasionally stop to marvel at his handiwork every now and then. A big smile across his lips even through the rain beating down on his face and washing away the battle cover that he would usually put on his eyes and down his cheeks, the black stuff slipping down his face; either mixing with his outfit or dripping to the ground.
"Hehe..quite a build if I do say so!" He said aloud to himself through the loud rain drenching him all the way through his clothing, but he didn't care one bit. 
"Are you happy Thor!?!" He shouted to the sky as a few big drops filled his mouth from the sky. He chuckled after the aftermath of a lightening bolt and loud crack of thunder following afterwards. "Yes! Celebrate!" he cried in happiness as he gleefully jumped of the wet ground..landing awkward and slipping to the ground, still laughing to himself.
His house being in between many trees just a few feet away from the half finished boat he had. Once taught by Hysterian's finest boat-builder, now he too created crafts of his own thought of art in his head. Carved out sides of the boat underneath would allow the craft to float smoothly across the water and from the inside was Floki's secret to help the boat even through tough circumstances; his own pride went into each craft he made..and this one was no doubt the best he'd made. Even with the chanting to the Rain from Thor he still worked and slaved away at the wood to continue his masterpiece. 

[Boom and Lockjaw]

There were times when Boom fervently wished that she had anything except for a Gronckle, and right now was one of those times.

A Timberjack would've been nice, with their wingspan and lovely ability to turn those massive wings into a tent to weather the storms; as it stood, she was weathering this torrential downpour on what could only be described as an aerodynamic boulder.
 As could be expected, this provided no protection from the rain whatsoever.

Boom's humor had been weighed down as heavily as the leather she wore, her hair sticking sleek to the sides of her face with a rather sour-looking scowl as a default. She looked like a drowned yak, and felt like one as well.

"We're going to go down. Now. Thor be damned. " Boom said, and was ignored by the very content Gronckle beneath her, whose jowls were pulled up in a content looking grin. The thing liked dripping from rain water.

Over the roar of the wind and the rain, Lockjaw could hear something that she could not, and the she-dragon's daydreaming was cut short by a twitch of her wing-shaped ears - her reptilian yellow eyes looking down, unintentionally arching her back to slide Boom further down her back.

"Watch your heavy a-" The lightning cut through the clouds at that point, the echo of thunder booming behind her as she scrambled to hold on to the sleek saddle of her dragon. "Sorry, sorry!" She amended for her little blasphemy, looking up at the clouds with a mire of genuine repentance and irritation for needing to repent at all.

She also noticed that the clouds were getting gradually more distant, and prepared to rebuke her dragon with a wrinkle of her brow she was corrected to slack-jawed awe and wonder at the boat that was being built up in the forest.
"Wow." Was the best Boom could huff breathlessly, her dragon giving a snort of agreement as they drifted closer until they were hovering only short feet above the damp forest ground. They were also getting closer and closer to a man who was laughing, and Boom couldn't help but jump to the conclusion that he was laughing at her.

Her awe was replaced by heat that rose from her belly to her face, turning her head all the way to the tips of her ears a vibrant red. "Hey!" She barked at his general glee, not able to get too much more coherent than that as her knuckles blanched white over Lockjaw's reigns. Her teeth were bared in a growl, and she looked as flustered as she did angry, pointing a very accusing finger at the man, at a loss for what else she could say.

It was a slowly dawning thing that she didn't recognize him at all.
"You... you." It was accusatory enough, but some of the heat fell out of her voice. Brows knitting together in clear consternation, transparency became her and at that moment she was at a loss.

[Mabil&Dara]

Mabil soared through the trees on the back of her nadder, simultaneously trying to look where she was going and keep the downpour of rain out of her eyes. Luckily for her, Dara was in a serious mood, keeping alert and dodging trees. Dara could play games and mess with Mabil occasionally, but in times like this her only thought is to keep Mabil out of danger. 

Dara suddenly jerked, hearing the flapping of another dragon’s wings. She paused in midair for a moment, flapping to keep where she was instead of moving anywhere. Mabil looked around, knowing that Dara had sensed something wrong. Mabil couldn’t see anything, but she trusted Dara enough in these situations to know they had to do something.

“Down,” Mabil spoke in a near whisper, but Dara didn’t hesitate to listen. It wasn’t often they ran into other dragons or riders in the forest, but when it did happen it was almost never for a good reason. Dara shot down towards the ground, and pulled up at the last minute to land. Mabil hopped off and kept a hand on her dragon’s neck, keeping her close as they walked through the trees.

Mabil wasn’t sure what direction they were heading in for sure; her biggest concern was finding shelter. Her clothes and extra furs stuck to her skin, slicked down by the rain. It affected her maneuverability, and she silently hoped to Thor that she wouldn’t need to run for any reason. 

The rain was somewhat held off by the branches of the trees, enough so that Mabil could at least see where she was going now. She stopped dead in her tracks at the same moment that Dara did. The first thing she noticed was a boat being built up in the middle of the forest. Why would someone build a boat in the forest? Mabil thought to herself. The second thing she noticed was the rider hovering close to the boat on her gronckle, and Mabil quickly hid behind a tree and pushed Dara behind her. She of course couldn’t hide the nadder, but it didn’t stop her from trying. The rider looked somewhat familiar, so Mabil suspected she may be one of the older dragon riders on Berk. She wouldn’t get in trouble for being so far in the forest in this storm, but the older Vikings probably wouldn’t think it smart of her. 

She tensed up as the rider pointed and spoke, for a moment thinking she was the one being accused of something. That’s when she finally realized the seemingly maniacal man standing a little ways in front of the tree Mabil hid behind. He didn’t seem familiar at all, and his behavior spooked Mabil. Her eyes widened slightly, and she wondered whether she should confront the man with the rider or run away. She bit her lip and watched the two, waiting for either a confrontation or a greeting to take place. 

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Floki had no hesitation to look up; as the audible sound of a flying Gronkle had hit his ears a few moments before the call of a feminine voice filled his ears. He had his hatchet in the palm of his hands and figured he'd might want to have it equipped anyways encase the rider got to exited at this meeting.

"What? No hello to the lonely man? No greeting? Just pointing your maggoty finger in my face as if I've done something you don't approve of." He chuckled in his high toned pitch and went to the nearest tree to begin chopping it down..not realizing there was another rider nearby.


"And here I thought Berkians were good folk..protectors of your land..not silly brats blaming Old men for doing something he downright doesn't know what he did..you are at a fault my dear girl." The war make up staining his cheeks like black tears and down his neck; Floki's whole body was a mess, mud and grass and slush of rained snow covered him top to bottom. His hair all matted from the mud and drooping from the rain. His eyes however..never strayed from the rider and her Gronkle; and the chopping of the tree was more of a threatening way to show the rider that he wasn't weak.

[Boom and Lockjaw]

Watching and listening to Floki operate was a study of temper on the ruddy girl's face, heat rising into her cheeks and the tips of her ears with a furrow of her brow and curl of her lip. It was only when he dared to throw her heritage into the air that she gave an audible snarl, having to bite her tongue to let him finish.

"Vikings know to be wary of strangers, sir." She shot out the words like a bullet almost the instant he'd finished, with special venom on the last word and a leer of her amber-gold eyes down her pudgy nose. "Especially ones that look at my girl like that."
Her hand was steady on the back of her Gronckle's head, protective and brooding as she watched the man hack away at the woodlands for the sake of his masterpiece.

She was still deciding what to think of him, and it was with a derisive snort that she eased off the back of her Gronckle and landed with a very wet splat on to the mucky grounds.
"Damn good boat though, stranger." The heat in her voice was more smoke than fire at this point, thinning a little to the honest truth of her statement - possibly because Floki wasn't pointing his hatchet at her - and possibly because she was watching him like a snake watched it's prey and wanted to know what he was actually up to.

Floki was right on the money that Berkains were protective. At least she was, when she wasn't putting her own hide first, which was all of the time.

Her own hide was soon put in even more jeopardy, which of course put her attempts at civility in jeopardy. Her wilted finger did regain authority, and now pointing over Floki's shoulder at where Mabil stood behind him.
"Hey, you!" Her voice was a bark now, with the authority of familiarity. "You trying to get yourself killed?" She leered at the younger and taller girl, ending with a roll of her eyes. "Adventurous little brat. At least you got your tail out of the storm clouds."

She had a reason for calling out the girl, too... one other than reprimand and superiority, though those were certainly other reasons. Strength in numbers, less likely to inspire a fight when there were two - it was more for security than a social call though no one would know it. Boom seemed relaxed enough, if watchful of the erratic man chipping away in the rain.

[Mabil&Dara]

Mabil gritted her teeth and ducked down more behind the tree as the man began to chop away at a tree right next to her. Dara was almost sure to be spotted soon if Mabil didn’t give them away first. Mabil strained to listen to the old man. His words themselves weren’t bad at all; he was making himself out to be the victim. However his demeanor and mannerisms showed his lack of sanity.

The young Viking shuddered a little at the anger rising in Boom’s voice. She was clearly not happy with the sight of the stranger, and her temper was rising. Mabil saw her eye the boat, and some of the anger settled down and left Boom’s voice as she complimented the man. Mabil was beginning to calm herself and thinking of a way to escape when something made her freeze stiff as a board. She had been spotted.

“Of course I’m trying to get myself killed, that’s why I’m taking cover behind a tree,” Mabil replied to Boom sarcastically. She bit her tongue to keep from saying anything more. She knew just saying that much was sure to get her yelled at again. She quickly and calmly walked from her place behind the tree to stand beside Boom and Lockjaw. Dara followed suit, and Mabil never took her hand off of the nadder. She didn’t trust outsiders near her dragon. Though she was a bit annoyed at being called out, Mabil was happy to be face to face with the man now. She smirked a bit at Boom nearly complimenting her on getting out of the storm.

“Now that we’re both here, what are we going to do about him?” Mabil asked quietly. She didn’t trust the man at all, even if he wasn’t acting hostile or aggressive. Something about him was off. She just hoped Boom could sense it, too.

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The 'Old' man shook his head with a sigh seeming to rub off the booming voices and comebacks of the younger ones. He walked past them both no heeding to any of the worrying the other was making and approached his boat, "Only you understand me." he said as if the boat were alive and collected long planks of wood to his table a foot away from the vessel.

"Have you ever maybe thought to yourself 'How long has the Old Keister been on Berk? Someone aught of Pushed him out to sea for being a complete stranger to our lands." He turns with a hand placed on the plank, "However old you both are, I've been alive at least twice as long making work for myself to escape the lands I came from. So sure, point fingers and yell like barbarians should..no one is stopping you ladies." He chuckled as he began to saw off a un-needed chunk of wood from the plank.
"I've lived on Berk for 9 years; don't come and bring your foul comments to me as if I'm new and undescovered..I make your boats for fishing and such..would you want to loss such a good boat builder?"

[Boom and Lockjaw]

Boom lorded a rather venemous yellow glare over at Mabil. It was with very knee-jerk and simple retaliation that she pulled her hands into a fist and moved to bonk the younger girl on the head - not too hard, but enough for admonishment.
"Save the suicide for real glory." She growled at the younger, and didn't have the opportunity to growl anything else at her before Floki started talking again.

"I don't think I would want to understand you, your boat can have you." Came Boom's nearly smug reply, made almost friendly by her easy and toothy grin. She slowly let her eyes set on him, willing to meet his eyes if he bothered to actually look at her directly.
"I'm the best barbarian in town, and actually..." She made a little flourish with one hand. "I was wondering why we don't see you in town."

She looked so casual, rolling a slippery rock over the mud under her foot with all the dedication that came from boredom... but actually she was uncomfortable, and made progressively more so any time Floki opened his mouth. She hid it passably, at least probably to Mabil's point of view. It was more likely to be the boat builder who noticed her her metal-spiked fingers flexed, a gesture that was proof enough that she was not truly at ease.

His talent was genuine, but she wasn't sure if his words were. Not yet. Lockjaw remained only mostly still, lowering her body into the muck of the wet earth with a content groan, sticking her oversized nose ever closer to the rock that Boom seemed so preoccupied with.

[Mabil&Dara]

Mabil wanted to look away from Boom’s glare, but forced herself to keep eye contact. She bit her tongue to keep from saying anything back to Boom’s comment. She suppressed her urge to hit Boom back, knowing it would be childish of her. Already the youngest here, she didn’t want to make herself seem more foolish than they probably already thought of her.

The man talked to his boat and Mabil raised an eyebrow. Boom of course had a smug reply ready for everything he said, but Mabil for once couldn’t think of any sarcastic reply. The man was too strange for her to comprehend and she was too uneasy here. All she really wanted to do was hop on Dara and leave, but she knew that was a sign of weakness. She refused to show any weakness. Especially since Boom seemed so calm and nonchalant about the whole situation. She seemed distracted by a rock, and Mabil nearly rolled her eyes.

Mabil’s eyes narrowed at the man’s words, and she shot him a questioning look. He spoke with such confidence that Mabil actually wanted to believe him. Still, she had to be cautious. If he really was such a great shipbuilder for Berk, why was he hidden out in the woods instead of at the docks where the other shipbuilders worked?

“How do we know you’re telling the truth?” She asked him, wanting to be as careful as possible. Her imagination was running wild with theories about who the man was and why he was here. Of course he could be telling the truth, but Mabil couldn’t help but think of the possibility of the man wanting their dragons or spying on Berk. Dara nudged at Mabil’s hand and Mabil pushed her back again, not wanting Dara and closer to the stranger than Mabil was.