To Overcome [OPEN]

[Kizlec Dreki]

Time and Date: 10th January.

Weather: Sunny and warm.

Previous Threads: N/A.

Kizlec sat over the Cove, holding her feet with her head buried into her knees. She was upset and for an obvious reason. She had yet to have a dragon and two that were most common scared the day lights out of her. She sighed and looked down at the water where the fish were.


"I'M SO STUPID!" she shouted at herself in frustration. "Why can't I be brave... like mum." she mumbled, slipping into the Cove and rubbing her eyes gently. She looked up into the sky, the warm breeze blowing in her face slowly. The breeze is nice today. She thought. The perfect weather for flying- damn. I made myself sad again. She sighed and closed her eyes only to open them and look at the fish in the lake, swimming without a care in the world. She wished she could do that. Not the swimming but living without a care. She bent over, dipping her hand into the cool water and messing with the calm surface, making the fish swim away. She sighed, sitting down and crossing her legs before looking at the sky. Maybe one day... She smiled slightly, wondering what dragon she will have. A clever dragon? A brave dragon? Any for her, she would love them.

[Ravager]

Having been chased out of Berk, the beast had been forced to try and find other food sources. His nose had led him deep through the forest, not many prey scents were left untainted by human stench. Tongue flicking out, the dragon lifted his head and flared his nostrils. «Fresh tracks?» He snorted a bit, pinpointing the exact location of the fresh human scent. They didn't seem to be following a prey scent, but then why come out so far?

Much to his displeasure, this route seemed well traveled by the two legged residents of the area. But he slipped along it, up and around trees as if they were nothing. He snarled as he got close enough to hear the human yell. «You are indeed a foolish creature.» He murmured under his breath as he crept closer. His few front legs scrambled as the floor beneath him ended and dropped down. Adjusting himself, he took grip of them and slipped down the wall as if the drop was nothing. Shuffling his wings he took a position behind the human, his image reflected in the water in front of them. «Well then prove your bravery, human.» He reared him, so at least four legs were off the ground and his wings had planted themselves firmly on either side to keep him up. «Than fight me!» He let out a massive bellow, echoing off the rocks and trees. He still hadn't learnt from last time, and he still felt the need to announce his presence.

Jaws clicking shut, he growled in satisfaction. «Finally, a meal befitting of my stature.» He growled and pulled his head closer to the girl, nostrils flaring with each deep sniff. «Will you turn and fight then? Or die like the prey you undoubtedly are?»

[Osvald, Gummy, & Terrible Co.]

Osvald had decided to go out hunting with Gummy today. He was sick of having Terrors getting into his hair for the day, or at least what was left of it. It wasn't easy to get away from them, but he managed to get a hold of some dragon nip earlier to distract the annoying pests. Honestly, they didn't deserve that stuff that all dragons love, but it was the only way to keep them away from him for a while.

It was a good day to hunt anyway, the sun made it easier to see where the game was hiding and it was actually pretty warm out. Well as warm as it could possibly get during the winter months, and obviously the man and his dragon wouldn't complain about that.

The duo scanned the trees below for movement, and soon enough something caught their eye. "A boar!" While it's hide wasn't ideal for making shoes, it would definitely have enough meat to last a few days. The animal was on the move though, slowly moving about scavenging the snow-covered earth for food no doubt.

«Can you get a little closer? J' can have 't get a clear shot,» said Osvald in broken, yet understandable Dragoneese. If this was a deer it would have been easier, but with a smaller moving target Osvald was left with no other options as it kept getting out of sight under branches.

His Gronckle hovered a bit closer to the trees while Osvald re-steadied his crossbow. Unfortunately there was a downside to the sun being out. The shadow cast from above ended up catching the boar's attention and it dashed further into the undergrowth.

Osvald cursed having lost this chance. The Gronckle knew from experience that he should chase after, before the animal got away completely. «Hold on Oz!» With that the dragon dived down between the trees, with the sound of branches snapping.

«For L' love of the gods of Gummy, could find branches?» This time the man's Dragoneese was broken to the point of no return, and unfortunately was enough to distract his Gronckle. The boar had now got away. «Oops...»

«What do you mean "Oops"?» «I lost the boar.» «What? How can I?»

The Gronckle lowered his ears flat against his head when he heard more butchering of the language, and he knew Osvald wouldn't like his response one bit. «Your, uh, Dragoneese was,» there was no other way to say it, «Terrible.»

At this the man scoffed. "Well I'm a lot better than, than, OTHER vikings who can't speak it at all! Making me the superior one!" He didn't like it at all when anyone pointed out he was bad at something. He'd say it was jealousy but, this was a dragon! All they speak is Dragoneese! This really stung his ego.

The tension between the two halted for a moment though when a roar sounded in the direction of the cove. 'The very cove where The Greatest Chief ever met his dragon!' Osvald shook the thought, now was not the time for that. "Something must have found the boar!"

Gummy quickly set off in the direction of the roar. As the two got closer to the cove they managed to hear some words from the beast.

«Finally, a meal befitting of my stature. Will you turn and fight then? Or die like the prey you undoubtably are?»

"Oh no you don't!" «That boar is OURS!» When they finally burst into the cove, it was Osvald that began having second thoughts. Before his eyes was a Scentipede, and he heard the news about what happened two days back in the village involving one of the beasts. "Wait! Gummy stop!"

But the Gronckle wasn't focused on anything but the dragon ahead right now, still believing it had their rightful catch! «Hey! Get away from the boar! We saw it...» 'Wait, that's not a boar?' «...first?»

By the time Gummy realized that this dragon wasn't actually talking about the escaped boar, but a viking girl in front, it was too late to slow down his momentum. The duo slammed into the Scentipede, and Osvald ended up being flung into the water.

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[ooc] Osvald's broken Dragoneese translation.

1. (Can you get a bit closer? I can't get a clear shot.)

2. (For Gods sake Gummy, could you watch for the branches?)

3. (What do you mean "oops?")

4. (What? How?!)

[Kizlec Dreki]

Kizlec grunted as she had heard the scuffing behind her but paid it no mind... that is, until the beast roared. She stood up with no emotions to be detected in her face. <<Will you turn and fight then? Or die like the prey you undoubtedly are?>> she looked at the dragon with no expression what so ever, she slowly reached her dagger and tossed it to the ground where she nor the beast could reach and stretched her arms out. << I do not wish to be your meal or entertain you. I don't really mind what you deem necessary. But if it id food you seek I can offer some fish and possibly some Dragon Nip. >> she didn't move an inch, the only moving part was her mouth that had spoken the words.

But, in the distance, broken words of the dragons tongue could be heard and she winced slightly, know it was most likely a human and their dragon hunted for what sounded like... A boar? she said in her mind, her eyes flicking to where the noises had come from. At the last moment, a Gronkle had smashed into the dragon that was in front of her and Kizlec fell with them. It only took one look at the Gronkle and she screamed and passed out before hitting the ground with a soft, but hurtful thud.[/i]

[Ravager]

The dragon fixed the human in his faded gaze, empty eyes staring as his nostrils flared. They tossed away a weapon, but the only response was his tongue flipping out over his jaws. «I don't want your human treats.» The low rumbling in his throat only grew as he prepared himself to lunge. He heard a cry from behind him, head turning slightly. Boar? Nostrils flaring he smelt no boar. There was something, a mixed scent he couldn't quite place and thus passed it off as inconsequential. 

But by the time he could build a scent picture of what was happening, another beast smashed into him. A yelp of surprise escaped the dragon as the sheer weight forced his stance to falter. Dropping to the ground, the dragon was briefly partially on his side. Legs scrambling until they could grasp the ground, it took him a moment to steady himself once more. A growl grew once more as his nostrils pulled air in to build an image in his head. «Stupid beast!» His tail, which had been previously still outside the cove now slunk in as he pulled himself into a more curled position. He finally had caught the scent of the beast that had knocked him over, it was a Gronckle. He was about to spit some insults about how the idiot had cost him his meal, but in fact he seemed to have helped. The human had seemingly dropped to the ground. Licking his teeth again a draconic cackle rippled from his parted jaws. «Oh, how kind. They have given up.»

The beast took a few steps, moving two sets of legs over the fainted human. «But first, you have caused enough trouble for me, rock grinder.» Spreading out his wigs he weaved his head from side to side. So far, the human that had been flung into the water had eluded his nose, not that the addition of one measly human would change anything.

[Kizlec Dreki]

She felt the pressure of the water in her lungs as she woke up from the coldness of the water. She wanted to react. But her mind wouldn't let her. It was too much shook. Why did it have to be a Gronkle? she groaned and swum up sudden;y, her head coming out of the water and she breathed in deeply, gasping for air and panting as her arms flailed with her kicking wildly.

She looked at the dragon and growled, grabbing her real dagger and clutching at the hilt tightly, remembering her little hunting dragon that was a Terrible Terror. She traced the groves in it as memories flashed through her mind of when she found him and when he died. She growled as the dragon had turned and she got up, charging at the dragon that had thrown her, and slashing at his scales. She grunted loudly in sudden anger as she kept moving and slashing at him with the sharp, dragon-bone, dagger.

As she did this, a tear dripped down her face but it was ignored as she continued. After her flurry of attacks, even if she didn't hit it, she ran off, trying to find a way out of the cove.