Chew Toys & Jump Scares [Mouldy Jam]

[Ivar & Razor]

Time and Date:: Midday, First week of January
Weather:: Cloudy and cold (The norm on Berk)
Previous Threads?:: None

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Nothing pleased Razor more than finding something to chew on. Despite having no teeth, he found a good log or two in his mouth soothed his nerves. Even though his jaw ended up breaking said log not too long after finding it, by the time it snapped, he usually calmed himself down.

And so this brings us to the Ironbeak lying idly in a small clearing. The open space gave him a good warning system in case someone decided to sneak up on him, not that that would ever happen. He'd hear them crunching in the snow before he saw them anyways.

The unfortunate tree he happened to be gnawing on creaked and splintered at every bite. His open mouth allowed the log to be coated in dragon slobber as well.

It was common for the Ironbeak to leave Ivar for a whole day. Sitting in the forge would get a bit boring after a while, especially to a dragon who can't help much. He much rather preferred parading around with a proud look on his face, and maybe impressing a few females while he was at it.

But right now, all he was focused on was the stick he was inevitably going to break. In fact, he was blind to notice he wasn't quite as alone as he thought he was.

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[OOC- Depending on what Mouldy Jam does, the title will change]

[Mouldy Jam]

Today, the Zippleback had spent their time eating finish that didn't belong to them, being a nuisance and in general causing terror. And they weren't in the mood to stop now. However the forest was still, and they were actually a bit bothered by it. «No noise, no dragons.» Mouldy turned to his other head. «No fun.» «There will be something, trust me.» Even though he sounded sure of his words, the quiet made Jam question himself. It wasn't just normal quiet either, it was the kind of quiet when something big was about to scare the things that made noise. Something other than them.

Had this happened earlier in the month, they would have just assumed it was another dragon like them, out and about with out a rider but not hostile. But after the Scentipede incident, they weren't so sure. The bandages still tight on their tail, Jam let out a huff. «Careful, okay?» «When am I not?» Jam gave a sideways glare, Mouldy didn't seem to get it. But he seemed to agree at least as they continued with a cautious pace. Any who saw the sighed might have been amused, the Zippleback trying to be stealthy was not a natural thing.

Upon reaching the clearing however, they quickly realized they didn't have to keep it up. The saddle on the shimmering dragon was easy enough to spot. Almost certainly a Berkian beast! With a simple glance at each other, a plan began to brew. The slobbery giant seemed too focused on his log, giving them the perfect chance. Approaching from behind, they crept up with a head on either side of the Dragon. Getting as close as they dare with out being seen, they spread their wings and filled their belly with air. «GOOOOOD MOOORNING, BERK!» They both bellowed in unison. And as a precaution they reared up on to their hind-legs to get out of immediate swinging range of the shiny dragon.

Hopefully it would get the results they wanted, and not get their necks snapped.

[Ivar & Razor]

Razor repositioned his wooden toy horizontally, stuffing it as far back in his mouth as he could, effectively pinning his tongue down. To keep the log in place, he brought one of his arms up to his face, wrapping a claw around the tree.

He could've sworn he heard a shuffle of noise behind him, but blamed it on some sort of small animal. After all, wouldn't a dragon make a bigger noise?

And as if to put truth into his statement, a deafening roar sounded on either side of him, just outside his vision. Due to his surprise, his jaw snapped the log in two. Reeling back to cover his blind spot, he hissed at whoever dared make him destroy his toy before he was done with it.

Before regarding how big his opponent was, he flared his wings out and stood up higher on his hind legs to match their size. "Don't you know better than to sneak up on me!?" He snorted and clamped his jaws together, creating a dull thump.

His eyes narrowed dangerously at the two-headed dragon, darting from one head to the other. It was a common breed in the village, always seeming to argue amongst themselves. "Now who decided it was a good idea to make me break my log?" Razor gave himself mental praise of his plan.

Too bad he didn't know they agreed to scare him at the same time.

[Mouldy Jam]

A draconic cackle escaped the Zippleback as they stumbled back a bit. Falling back down to all fours, they didn't even flinch at the display of the other dragon. «Oh, sorry!» «We didn't notice you there at all.» Wings folding against their body, both heads chuckled. «We are sooooo sorry we disturbed you... whoever you are.» Strutting to the side, they pawed at one half of the snapped log. 'Wow, he's got some serious jaws.' Mouldy pondered as he looked it over. Sure they had reason to be scared, but the saddle assured them they wouldn't have much to worry about.

As he interogated them, each head looked offended and shocked as he glanced between them. «You think we planned this?» «I'm hurt, Mouldy, simply hurt!» Mouldy turned his nose up slightly and looked away. «I know the feeling, Jam.» Their fake offence was pretty convincing, but not even they could keep it up.

That was it, they couldn't take it any more. Both heads broke down into a thick gurgling laughter. «He really doesn't get it does he?» «Not a clue!» Getting as close as they dare, they both grin. «We can't move unless we both decide to.» The tips of their tails swished a bit as their laughter continued. Mouldy knew this wasn't going to please the dragon, but hey all's fair.

[Ivar & Razor]

"Oh, sorry! We didn't notice you there at all!"

With sarcasm littered in the zippleback's response, Razor realized his intimidation tactic failed, quite miserably really. It was clear that the newcomer was expecting such a response after scaring him as they prodded his broken chew toy. "It took me hours to find the perfect log, and you've made me ruin it!" That was a straight lie. It was honestly the first one he came across before he made it to the small clearing.

"He really doesn't get it does he?" "Not a clue!"

The snarky, mocking attitude of this zippleback was getting on Razor's nerves. A small growl ripped through his throat when they began laughing at him. Everything they did was only winding him up further.

"Don't test me, four-eyes. I've been in my fair share of fights against your kind." Again, a lie. In fact, he got along fine with the two-headed dragons he met on his travels. It was usually territorial disputes with his own kind that he got into.

"We can't move unless we both decide to."

There goes my other plan. He thought. "Then you're both stupid." The Ironbeak snorted. "No one sneaks up on me unless they want to get hurt." With a few quick snaps of his jaws, he crouched down in an offensive position, his front claws digging into the snow and frozen ground beneath it.

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[OOC- Up to you if there's a fight. Razor's an idiot that fights half the time...]

[Mouldy Jam]

Jam blinked a bit, his lip pulling up over his teeth. «Oh I can see, it was a fine... ahem, log.» The two-headed dragon began to circle, knocking half the log aside. Their tail swished, as much as the bandages would allow. They stopped dead when he said about fights. «Oh?» Jam tilted his head, and dared to weave in closer. Sparks jumping from his jaws as they clicked apart. «Is that so?» Mouldy wasn't quite looking for a fight, but the adrenaline was already there. «Big tough hook-face?» He chimed in, gas oozing out from his slightly parted jaws.

Spreading their wings out and shaking them slightly. «I bet you've never fought one like us.» «Besides we aren't some ordinary beast!» Clawing at the frozen ground, Mouldy bobbed his head. «We've got powers the likes of which you've never seen!» Of course the Zippleback was lying through it's teeth, sure Mouldy had an overactive gas production but they were still pretty run-of-the-mill. Once again circling they sized up the shining dragon. This... was liking going to end in a fight. But any dragon that thought they were so amazing deserved a good butt-whooping.

«Then bring on the hurt!» They called in unison once more. They weaved their heads back and forth, hissing and flaring their wings. «We can roll with anything you've got!» They gave each other sideways glances before letting out triumphant roars.

[Ivar & Razor]

Razor barely refrained himself from lashing out the more the zippleback taunted him. "Think you're so high and mighty, eh?" The Ironbeak growled. "I've snapped twigs more menacing than you!" By now, the two were passing banter back and forth. Neither had yet to take action and prove their truthfulness.

Razor would die before he said it aloud, but once the gas started leaking out of one of the heads, he was having second thoughts about fighting them. As much as he knew his jaws were more than enough to snap one of their necks, what would happen after he returned back to the village?

Dragons kill one another all the time. Humans should know that... right? He shook his body free of the thought. Ivar won't care about it.

With the other dragon boosting about themselves, Razor tried to think of a comeback to intimidate them. The only major weapons of battle he had were his claws and beak. Other than that, he had little to no defense. Even his fire is basically harmless.

"And what makes you so special?" Unfortunately, that was all Razor could think of to jab back at them. Okay, the Ironbeak was definitely losing the verbal fight here, but once they started going at one another claw-to-claw, the odds may shift over to his favor.

"Just so you know, four-eyes, my human expects me back soon. Don't make me keep him waiting." He mentally congratulated himself at the taunt. Usually he just started the fight and did the talking after the battle was over.

And with that final comment, he tried to blind his opponent with a blast of fire. Whether or not it worked, he had yet to find out, but regardless, he leaped from the ground, aiming to land between the two necks to make himself a harder target.

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[ooc- As usual in any RP fight, you can decide what works and what doesn't ]

[Mouldy Jam]

Jam grinned and listened to the taunts. «Us? Oh-ho! I'm so glad you asked.» His jaws sparked dangerously as he narrowed his eyes and grinned his toothy grin. Mouldy didn't quite catch on right away, but he too lowered his head and weaved about. «We aren't your normal dragon!»

Jam snorted at the insult, four-eyes? Was that really the best he could come up with. But at the mention of a human. He perked up a bit and gave a subtle bump of his neck to Mouldy, hoping the other head would catch on. «Oh, I'm sure they will understand when you told them who you encountered!» Flaring their wings and arching their necks upwards, Mouldy released a torrent of gas from his jaws. «We are the mighty beast, Mouldy Jam!» Vibrating their wings to stir up the gas, both heads grinned their snake-like smiles. But unfortunately this had the opposite effect as the dragon decided now was fighting time. And that fire was the best route to take.

Their own gas being ignited by the Ironbeaks fire, Mouldy snapped his mouth shut as it filled with fire and the beast reared back. In the brief moment of disorientation, they lost sight of him. One would think, with their range of sight it would be easy to find the other dragon again. But they didn't, in fact he was hidden in the best place he could be. Jam however could still smell the smoke on the beasts breath. «Aw come on!» He gurgled in anger. «Cheater.» He tried to follow the scent, but instead bumped into Mouldy. «Watch it!» «You watch it, I can still smell him.» «That's not too hard, with how much he stank.» Even when they thought the other dragon was gone, the mocking continued. Jam even chuckled a bit, only to have his pupils dilate as he caught something in the corner of his eye.

Turning his neck at an angle, he growled. «What?!» Flapping their own wings the dragon did a small hop backwards and suddenly they could both see the dragon they had thought to have escaped. «He's right freaking there!» With a blast of gas from Mouldy, aimed for the Ironbeaks feat, Jam set the trail ablaze hoping to knock the beast away from them.

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OOC:: Same goes for you! c: