The Terror of Terrors

[Scorn]

Time and Date:: January 28th - Mid-Afternoon

Weather:: Foggy, snow everywhere

Previous Threads?:: N/A

CURRENT IC SEASON - DEVASTATING WINTER

Freezing cold and without a care in the world, a young nightmare ran about the forest floor, carelessly trying to find something to do. Despite his hunger, he still had energy enough to play around. And that's when he saw them; a bunch of terrible terrors, sitting on a branch. "Hey!" He called to them, "Wanna play a game?" When they looked down at him and smirked, he took it as an invitation to play.

He ran up the tree, climbing onto the branch; and perhaps that was his mistake, for the branch creaked, and as he climbed onto it - SNAP! - the branch broke in two and the terrors fell to the forest floor, along with Scorn, who cried out in pain. His wing hurt very badly now, and he didn't know why. Little did he know it was broken. Moments later the terrors started bickering angrily among themselves, before glaring at Scorn and starting to advance towards him.

Several flew over him, scratching the dirt and growling. Then they started to bite his tail, and his wings. "Ouch, hey! That hurts!" Scorn protested, but they kept on. Scorn started to stumble backwards, trying to get away, but they kept on attacking him, biting at him until he was forced to run. He ran, and ran, but they caught up with him easily, and started advancing towards him.. Scorn growled nervously, hoping for a miracle.

[Brand Curador]

It has been a long while Berk did not have to endure such a strong winter. Everything was covered by a thick layer of snow, slowing down any viking or smaller creature trying to walk through. Despite this difficulty given by Nature, no one really did bother about it and followed their daily habits as if nothing happened.



Today, however, instead of staying at home to study about what Luna taught him, Brand wished to made a long walk on Berk. It has been days he did not took some time for himself nor to nicely rest and he thought that a snowy day would be the perfect one to wander around without being disturbed by anyone. This is what the viking hoped, at least.



Today's choice was the nearby forest, an amazing place to explore during winter. Wearing as usual his scarf and cape, he also had fur clothes, considering it would be a nice idea to protect himself against cold. Brand also had, attached to his leather belt, a small sack containing some of this mixture Luna made him do during his apprenticeship. 'It could come in handy', thought the viking, and he was right.



Further on his road was crawling a small creature. Small ? Maybe not this much, but smaller than usual dragons, for sure. Brand frowned at its sight, wondering what it could be. The creature's color was red, and on his path was left little bits of dark red. Blood..? The viking began to walk toward it, hoping he was wrong about what he saw...

[Scorn]

Scorn ran and ran, hoping to get away from the terrors. But with the heavy snow slowing him down, he didn't run very fast; and since flying wasn't exactly an option, he had no hope to out run the little pests. It didn't help that Scorn wasn't much bigger then a terrible terror himself, still being very young and all. He had grown out of the newborn stage but he hadn't grown much at all; perhaps due to his lack of food lately. It was fairly obvious to anyone who happened upon him that he hadn't eaten anything recently, since his scales were stretched tightly over his bones. And sadly, upon his scales, were cuts and scrapes, along with bite marks from the terrors.

Trailing him was blood, left behind in the snow. It seemed to make it easier for the terrors to find him, and they kept on advancing towards him even after he ran out of energy, having collapsed in the snow. He could only growl as they encircled him, advancing towards him with their own little menacing snarls and growls.

Scorn, in his own self defense, lit himself aflame without meaning to do so; and my, did it hurt. His fresh wounds, being alight with flames, made a piercing pain so deep that he cried out in pain, writhing in the snow at his own mistake. The flames sent the terrors scrambling around to try and find a weakness, as Scorn curled into a ball, hoping that all of this was simply a bad dream.

[Brand Curador]

The closer Brand was getting, the more details he could see. Unfortunately, some of these details were things he would rather not see today, nor in any day. The creature seemed to be a small Monstrous Nightmare, obviously a young one. It stopped moving for seconds, apparently exhausted with a good reason : the dragon had deep bites and alighted wounds all over his body, and the ones having done that seemed to be the Terrible Terrors surrounding the poor wounded dragon.

The viking opens his mouth to shout at them, but he forgot his voice could not be loud. He would instead make a snowball and throw it at a Terror, getting his attention. As Brand went closer and closer, throwing more snowballs, they all started to panic and flew away. The dragons could easily overcome the human, but, Thor, he looked way too mad to deal with him.

The Nightmare now being saved from the Terrors, there was still an issue to solve : its wounds. Crouching next to the dragon cub, Brand grabbed the sack filled with mixed plants and gets the solid paste from it. Kneading it between his bare hands and breathing onto it, the paste slowly lost its consistance, allowing the human to apply it on the main wounds. The mixture did hurt on touch, but the pain seemed quickly reduced. Then Brand unwrapped the scarf from his neck and used it like a bandage to slow the bleeding before wrapping the dragon in his cape so he would be kept warm.

"It is going to be alright." Brand said with a low, soft tone, before grabbing him nicely between his arms, coming back to the village. It would be a way longer walk than expected, in time, and more exhausting. A dragon was not this light.

[Scorn]

The young dragon writhed in pain, closing his eyes tightly as he prepared for the inevitable attack; and just as he thought he would be attacked, he heard loud crunching sounds as the terrors cried out. Confused, he cracked open one eye to see the terrors, backing away. But why? What had made them back off? Confused, Scorn shivered and closed his eye again, too tired to care. His stomach growled, and in that moment Scorn felt like giving up. Just then, he heard crunching sounds as someone approached. Scorn opened his eyes abruptly, wide eyes staring with fear at the human. It took him a moment, but he recognized him as one of the humans that had ventured to the island what seemed like forever ago.

Scorn suspiciously eyed the mixture the human seemed to be brewing, growling a little as he barred his teeth. He still didn't trust this human; after all, he had just chased away some ferocious terrible terrors... so what did he want with him? Little did Scorn realize he was trying to help him, at least not yet. As the human applied the mixture to Scorns fresh wounds, a burning pain seared through Scorn, causing him to snarl, snapping at the human, but he was no where near close enough to bite anything more then his scarf. Then the pain subsided, and Scorn blinked, looking at his wound, before at the boy. Tilting his head, he merely watched in confusion as the boy wrapped his scarf around his wounds.

Just then the boy wrapped him in a warm fur like thing and scooped him up into his arms, muttering soft words to him. Scorn, too tired to protest, merely curled up in the furs and rest his head against the humans shoulder, muttering sleepily, "Thank you human."

[Brand Curador]

Today seemed to be a busy day, after all. Despite his expectations, Brand would not have some time to rest, since he was now in charge of a young dragon untill it recovered from its wounds. The apprentice had no troubles to descend the mountain, the easiest way to travel on a mountain, but cold started to attack the human's limbs. That was the bad point.

The good point was his limbs getting slightly anesthetized, reducing some the feel of cold in his flesh. Soon, the ground wouldn't be inclined enough to allow Brand to slide anymore, making him walk again. At this point, progressing on flat ground was quite relaxing after this climb, minutes ago.

Feeling something pressed against his shoulder, the viking lowered his eyes toward the small Nightmare, noticing it was resting its head against him. Letting out a small groul, sounding thankful, Brand smiled slightly before looking forward again.

"Schh, stay silent. Rest for now, then, you'll be able to do anything once again. Okay ?"

The village was way closer, Brand guessing he was halfway already. Reassured about this, the dragon healer apprentice wondered what he would do about this dragon. Should he put him between the hands of someone more competent or should he keep the dragon home to cure it by himself ? For the viking, the choice was obvious.

He would attempt to do things by himself, of course.

The Monstrous Nightmare seemed asleep, cozy in these clothes. Another good new. Brand hoped he would not get sick the next days, having been vulnerable to cold.

This day, an apprentice with little knowledge decided he was skilled enough to make his job. Was it a mistake ? How well the dragon would recover, if he does one day, would prove Brand's effectiveness or lack of efficiency.