Post by Osvald, Gummy, & Terrible Co. on Jun 17, 2015 2:08:14 GMT 1
Time and Date:: Lunch hour, Winter
Weather:: Very icy ground today, clouds and wind indicate a storm is brewing
Previous Threads?:: N/A
Today was another cold one in Berk, as is expected this time of year. That only made things more miserable for the dragon-bitten viking flying towards the Dragon Academy on a Gronckle. In his freshly bloodied and frost-bitten hands was a burlap bag. A bag filled with Terrible Terrors.
«Calm down you little-» "OW!" Even though they were bagged, that didn't stop them from biting through the fabric.
«We will not calm down!»
«Let us out Grump-grump!»
«We promise to be good this time!»
He laughed, «That a lie and you know.» Besides, he wouldn't be letting them out until they reached their destination. The destination they just landed at. The Dragon Academy.
"Ah, this brings back memories," he said while dismounting the Gronckle, «Gummy right?»
The Gronckle shook his head in amusement, «I think you mean, "Right Gummy?"»
"Right, of course," evidently he needed more practice. He then pulled the lever to open the gate. Dragging the bag to one of the heavy doors at the back, he couldn't help but reminisce back to when he was still in training. How he used to win sparing matches against his peers with "the wind" favoring him and tossing sand into their eyes. Or when he had "accidentally" hit someone below the belt line.
"Hey Gummy, you remember when we knocked that one guy off his dragon?"
Gummy let out a grunt of laughter, «Of course! That was pretty hilarious!»
"It sure was!" he laughed. He briefly wondered what happened to him, but then stopped once he reached the heavy doors. He opened one to find it was empty. "All right you irritating little pests," he began untying the bundle, "It's time for you to stay here and think about what you've done!" The only response he got to that was a stream of vulgar insults in Dragoneese along with several hard bites to where he held the burlap bag.
He dropped the sack hissing in pain, but that proved to be a mistake. The bag practically exploded in colour as the contained Terrors burst through the opening. The pack overwhelmed Osvald in seconds, all biting and tearing at whatever furs and hair they could get a hold of.
Gummy could only watch in shock at the colourful mess, as much as he wanted to help he had no idea which Terror to focus on. Instead he continued to stare while doing nothing. Soon enough the rainbow-coloured dragons whipped past him towards the Academy exit.
The Gronckle decided to chase after them, it seemed like the right course of action.
«Hey! Get back here!» He roared after them, the tiny dragons were much faster than him though. Even the slowest of the lot already had a head start as well.
Once Osvald regained his bearings he found his helmet was missing. Whipping his head around the Academy he saw all his dragons flying out the exit. "Oi! Give back my helmet you blasted dragons!" He began sprinting after only to slip on the icy floor beneath himself. He looked up just in time to see the gate begin to close. "No, no, no no no no!"
It was too late though, just as he got a few feet from the gate it was fully closed, the terribly unmistakable laughter following shortly after.
"Bug Breath! Let me out of here NOW!"
«Let Grump-grump out? Nah, I don't feel like it.» With that he flew off laughing, but not before placing Osvald's helmet on top of the Academy cage.
"I swear on Odin's beard, when I get out of here you're gonna regret it you heap of dragon dung!" He didn't know how he'd get out of this mess, and as if to rub salt in the wounds his stomach began to growl. 'If only Gummy didn't chase after the little beasts.'
[ooc] Translation Translation Notes
1. Quiet down you little-
2. That's a lie and you know it.
Weather:: Very icy ground today, clouds and wind indicate a storm is brewing
Previous Threads?:: N/A
Today was another cold one in Berk, as is expected this time of year. That only made things more miserable for the dragon-bitten viking flying towards the Dragon Academy on a Gronckle. In his freshly bloodied and frost-bitten hands was a burlap bag. A bag filled with Terrible Terrors.
«Calm down you little-» "OW!" Even though they were bagged, that didn't stop them from biting through the fabric.
«We will not calm down!»
«Let us out Grump-grump!»
«We promise to be good this time!»
He laughed, «That a lie and you know.» Besides, he wouldn't be letting them out until they reached their destination. The destination they just landed at. The Dragon Academy.
"Ah, this brings back memories," he said while dismounting the Gronckle, «Gummy right?»
The Gronckle shook his head in amusement, «I think you mean, "Right Gummy?"»
"Right, of course," evidently he needed more practice. He then pulled the lever to open the gate. Dragging the bag to one of the heavy doors at the back, he couldn't help but reminisce back to when he was still in training. How he used to win sparing matches against his peers with "the wind" favoring him and tossing sand into their eyes. Or when he had "accidentally" hit someone below the belt line.
"Hey Gummy, you remember when we knocked that one guy off his dragon?"
Gummy let out a grunt of laughter, «Of course! That was pretty hilarious!»
"It sure was!" he laughed. He briefly wondered what happened to him, but then stopped once he reached the heavy doors. He opened one to find it was empty. "All right you irritating little pests," he began untying the bundle, "It's time for you to stay here and think about what you've done!" The only response he got to that was a stream of vulgar insults in Dragoneese along with several hard bites to where he held the burlap bag.
He dropped the sack hissing in pain, but that proved to be a mistake. The bag practically exploded in colour as the contained Terrors burst through the opening. The pack overwhelmed Osvald in seconds, all biting and tearing at whatever furs and hair they could get a hold of.
Gummy could only watch in shock at the colourful mess, as much as he wanted to help he had no idea which Terror to focus on. Instead he continued to stare while doing nothing. Soon enough the rainbow-coloured dragons whipped past him towards the Academy exit.
The Gronckle decided to chase after them, it seemed like the right course of action.
«Hey! Get back here!» He roared after them, the tiny dragons were much faster than him though. Even the slowest of the lot already had a head start as well.
Once Osvald regained his bearings he found his helmet was missing. Whipping his head around the Academy he saw all his dragons flying out the exit. "Oi! Give back my helmet you blasted dragons!" He began sprinting after only to slip on the icy floor beneath himself. He looked up just in time to see the gate begin to close. "No, no, no no no no!"
It was too late though, just as he got a few feet from the gate it was fully closed, the terribly unmistakable laughter following shortly after.
"Bug Breath! Let me out of here NOW!"
«Let Grump-grump out? Nah, I don't feel like it.» With that he flew off laughing, but not before placing Osvald's helmet on top of the Academy cage.
"I swear on Odin's beard, when I get out of here you're gonna regret it you heap of dragon dung!" He didn't know how he'd get out of this mess, and as if to rub salt in the wounds his stomach began to growl. 'If only Gummy didn't chase after the little beasts.'
[ooc] Translation Translation Notes
1. Quiet down you little-
2. That's a lie and you know it.
