Post by Scorn on Dec 11, 2014 20:07:58 GMT 1
Time and Date:: December 11th, early morning
Weather:: Snowing, bitterly cold
Previous Threads?:: N/A
CURRENT IC SEASON - Winter
It started out as a normal day; well, as normal as anyone would expect. The dragons had long ago left for Snoggletog Island... or at least.. most of them. One tame monstrous nightmare, who was very pregnant, had stayed behind. She had circled the grounds and found the perfect spot in a yaks hay pile to lay her eggs. But, realizing her mistake, she scooped them up in her jaws and flew to Snoggletog Island. And so instinct took over, and the last of the dragons seemed to have disappeared. Or had they?
For in that hay pile lay a large, red and orange thing; a peculiar thing that seemed to shake as time went on. Steam seemed to be let off from the hay pile, and before long a few strands had caught fire. The egg sat inside the surrounding flames as they rose, a soft rumbling coming from it. As it sat there, it seemed almost completely hidden; that is, until, the hay was burnt up and the egg was left to sit in the ashen ground, for the snow had all but melted surrounding it. In its place was mud and burnt hay.
As the yak put up their fuss, the flames seemed to end as they hit the snow.. the fire had put itself out. Yet the odd, peculiar thing was still steaming; it rocked side to side, and every now and again a rumble could be heard. Slowly, ever so slowly, a crack was forming. Just what was this thing? And what did it hold? Truth be told, it held nothing less then a living being; a dragon to be precise. The yak seemed acutely aware that this was no ordinary thing. This.. this.. was an egg. And as every moment passed, it came closer and closer to hatching.
But of course, how long could an egg survive in the bitter cold of Berk? And if it did survive and manage to hatch.. how long could a baby thrive in this snow-ridden environment? Only time would tell, but perhaps the fact that this baby, who would soon be known to the world, had the ability to light itself afire... could help in its survival. Only, this baby would need much more; a friend, a partner.. a rider. Then again, who would possibly know that as all the festivities went on.. a dragon egg sat in a yak pen; waiting to hatch?