[Ravager] Into Parts Unknown

[Gunnar the Gullible]

Time and Date:: January 3rd - mid-evening
Weather:: Snowing, deep snow, icy patches in places, freezing cold, dense fog in the area

Previous Threads?::  N/A

CURRENT IC SEASON - Winter

The day was like any other. Gunnar had gone for his evening hunt to bring in food and firewood for his family. The tall, lanky boy had made it through the snow with slow deliberate steps. Yet hours passed, and he found that although he had started off long before sunset, he was no longer near familiar surroundings. In fact, as he stopped to look around himself; he wasn't sure where he was. Little did he know that the village was just a thirty minute walk from here, but he hadn't the faintest clue how to get there. Already the snow was falling into his tracks, making it hard to find which direction he had come from.


"Sure I'll find my way back... The village can't be that hard to find... I'm not..." He found himself stopping mid-sentence, for he knew although he could deny it all he liked, he was.. completely, and utterly.. "Lost..." Came his soft whisper. Shivering, he pulled his fur vest tighter around his lanky torso, breathing hot air into his hands. He could only hope he found his way back before dark. Yet he could see the shadows falling over the forest. "Oh Thor no.. Gods help me..." He muttered to himself, his breathing increasing. 


Hearing a twig snap, he pulled out his dagger, aiming it at the air as he circled about looking for what made the twig snap. Suddenly a figure whooshed past him, as a deer pelted off into the mist. "O-Oh, right.. J-Just a s-silly old d-d-deer..." He looked around himself, clenching his dagger as he squinted in the fog, the darkness starting to grow around him. "N-Nothing to be af-afraid of...." Gulping, he said to himself, more to convince himself then anyone, "Right..."

[Ravager]

They setting sun slipped through the sky, but this dragon didn't care. The dense forest blocked out most of the light anyways, but this beast didn't need light to see. His nostrils had picked up the scent of a deer not far back. They ran fast enough to give a challenge, and he gladly accepted. Legs carrying him over roots, and around the trunks which they supported gaining on the woodland creature.

Until a new scent slapped his nostrils in the face. Halting he twisted his head about, wings resting on the forest floor as he proped himself up to get a better range of smells. It was an old smell, and yet still familiar. A deep growl rumbled in his throat, eyes narrowing slightly. «Human, in my forest?» Tails flicked slightly as the thoughts of hunting a human once more crossed his mind. The chase, the struggle, his tongue lolled out at the very thought of it. «I accept this challenge!» It seems his first target had already passed the human, their scents were very close briefly. Lowering back to the ground he continued his pursuit, but slower this time. A dramatic entrance was everything.

As he slunk along the floor, he couldn't help but notice a dense fog rolling in. The damp heavy air was almost soothing on his nostrils. It had been far too dry in the bitter winter. Along with the relief it offered his nose, it hatched an idea. His own gas was a similar faded grey and would certainly reduce the visibility of creatures that relied on sight to almost nothing. This worked very well in his favor. Jaws parting the dense gas spilled from his mouth, and he lifted himself on his wings once more, head helt high and proud. «Come now human, put up a fight! Attack, attack!» He roared through the low resting clouds. As he got close, the scent quite clear in his nose even his eyes could pick up a shadow of a figure. This meant his own imposing figure would be visible, and he made sure that it would instil fear into the small creatures mind.

«Come now, you are armed!» He began to circle, smelling the blade in their hand. «Fight me, lest you become my meal!» Jaw's snapping, at the end of each roar. «Come on!» Tails lashing, knocking against trees behind him, the echo of splintering wood carrying through the fog. By this point the dragon had almost completely encircled the human, his front lifted body meeting him with his back upon the ground. Every way of escape blocked by the many legs and armoured plates of the dragon. «Show me you are worth my time!»

[Gunnar the Gullible]

"Well this is great..." Gunnar muttered to himself, as the last of the light faded from the forest canopy. "Stuck here, with nothing to eat, no firewood, and no way home... For Thor's sake, it can't get much worse then this, can it!" He found the forest around him suddenly silent; and although silence was usually welcomed, the boy found that this was not your typical welcoming silence. No, this, was a dead silence, as if every forest creature had hushed down and hid from something... But what?

Just then a fog rolled in, becoming denser and denser steadily. Little did he know part of it was a gas; all he knew was that it was dark, and he could barely see anything. Gulping, he held his dagger in both shaking hands, "W-Who's there!" He yelled, though it was more of a yelp then anything. Suddenly a monstrous sound came from the shadows, as a figure suddenly loomed over him.

Gunnar backed up, cringing as he looked into the fang laced jaws of the creature. He found himself blinking hard as if trying to wake himself from this nightmare, but no, it was all too real. For moments later the snarling beast came closer, circling him. Gunnar stood frozen, shaking like a leaf. "What in the name of Thor is wrong with you!? You sick monster, you have me where you want me!" Gunnar yelled at him as the beast roared in his face, snapping at him. "Why don't you just kill me then, you foul beast!" Gunnar cried out.

"Well if you won't fight then I will!" Gunnar screamed at the creature as the beasts body surrounded him. To his surprise, he found it was much larger than what he had first realized. Gunnar lept forward, moving to stab his dagger into one of the beasts many legs. The one he had aimed for was near his front, as Gunnar moved to climb on the beasts back, stabbing at the plated armor as best he could. "Come on! Fight then, you cowardly beast!"

[Ravager]

His snarling grew louder as the human threw pointless banter at him. He ignored the words, circling, waiting. His nostrils twitched, pulling in the scents around him. The human wasn't doing much, and so instead he took in his surroundings. It wasn't until the human yelled back and initiated the fight that he was truly ready to begin. «Yes! Attack, fight!» As the boy stabbed at one of his legs he jerked his body aside. «One leg? I have many, poorly played!» Then the boy was attempting to climb on his back. He snarled and began to squirm and thrash, like an enraged bull he tried to knock him off.

As the human began to stab uselessly at his armoured back, a broken and draconic laugh escaped him. «Ha! Pathetic!» With the boy somewhat on him, he darted for the nearest tree. Changing from horizontal to vertical as if it were nothing he began to climb the tree, curving around the trunk as he avoided branches. «Can you stay on even now?!» The hissing laugh ripped through the air again. «This is barely even a challenge!» Now wrapped around the tree, his head near the top the dragon leaned back and stared at the boy, be he clung to his back, or fallen off on the ground.

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OOC:: I wrote it so that Gunnar can either be still clung to his back, or have fallen off during the climb. It's also short so we can get more interaction time with out it getting too confusing.

[Gunnar the Gullible]

The boy met the dragons eyes as he circled him, before helplessly flailing himself onto the dragons back, attempting to stab him with his knife; which was routinely used for cutting branches, not dragon scales. He held on tightly as the dragon climbed a tree; yet as the dragon came up the tree he could feel himself slipping. A notion of fear came to him as he felt his arms give out, his grip no longer holding him to the dragon. Falling to the ground, he screamed, landing with a thud. He landed roughly, managing to briefly knock himself out.

As the blackness ensued around him, he wondered if he was dead. After all, wasn't this what it was like to be dead? Yet no, for moments later his eyes opened ever so slightly, but then he had an idea; to play dead until the beast came back to him. Maybe in this way he could win the upper hand.

So his eyes carefully closed, he could feel blood seeping from his hair down to his forehead. He'd have to worry about that later. He closed his eyes, relying on the sound of the dragons breathing and growls to know where he was at. Only in this way could he hope to defeat the dragon.

[Ravager]

He could feel the weight slip from his back, a faint draconic chuckle escaping his parted jaws. The human had fallen off, not that he had expected anything else. «Pathetic creature.» He began to climb back down the tree, curling around it even climbing over his own coils. «You were disappointing at best, but none the less I shan't deny a meal.» The scent of blood came from the human, nostrils flaring he lowered his head to it's level. Coarse tongue pulling over the beasts forehead he pulled in the taste. «Human, I had forgotten the taste.» His tongue pulled across his lips, pulling the human into his coils. Many legs holding the strange cloth in place to steady the limp being. «Dead so soon? You're blood still runs warm.» A snort escaped him, it wasn't as interesting when they were already dead.

Parting his jaws a bit he roared in victory. «You fought... adequately.» He turned his head to the human, nostrils flaring. He was so confident that his prey was dead he didn't even seem to notice how close his cracked plate was to them. «But tonight, you will not be joining your brethren.» Pausing a faint growling chuckle escaped his still opening jaws. «Or ever again.»

[Gunnar the Gullible]

Gunnar fought to keep his breathing as shallow as possible up until the beast came closer to him; he could tell he was close for he could hear the beasts growls and breathing. He could also feel something moist run across his forehead, and tried his best not to react. Fortunately, the beast didn't seem to notice that he was awake, or even alive. He heard the beasts growls, felt him coiling around him. Ever so slowly, he prepared to grab his knife as the beast roared, and suddenly he could feel the beasts breathe; then it happened.

Within a moment he had grabbed his knife and aimed to stab him; yet something stopped him. For just within his armor was a crack, an obvious old injury; should Gunnar stab him here, he was almost certain it would kill the beast. A fleeting moment passed where Gunnar held the knife aimed at the injury, before the other hand slowly reached out to touch it, but withdrew his hand quickly, staring at the beast, "I.. I could kill you beast! Today you are lucky, for I will let you go with your life. Go now, before I change my mind." He moved the dagger closer to the injury, "Go!" He yelled, "Go, or I kill you where you stand!"

[Ravager]

About to begin tearing, the human wasn't so dead. «What?!» He roared as the human seemed to notice the crack in his armour. He froze, the skin beast did not take the attack. But instead began to speak. Fear ripping through him he felt his coils loosen. He roared again, but even his poor eyes could tell the human was armed and meant to attack. He relaxed, legs reaching to the ground. Still surrounding the human he snarled. «It is not I who is lucky. It is you. For I have decided that I will grant yo a chance to live.» He began to walk away, wings folding tight as he could muster against his body. Glancing back at the human he snarled. «I know your scent now, boy. Better than the forest, the rocks and the ground.» He turned his head back away, scenting out the road ahead. «Be warned, for perhaps next time I shan't be so merciful.»

Even as he walked away, he made sure to keep the end of his body away from the human. The cracked plate was far away as he could manage, but he was to proud to admit that fear was what caused him to do so. Snorted he picked up the pace, until the humans scent was long gone from his nostrils. He made a mental note to disarm any future humans before attempting to eat them.