Asexual
ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
"This wasn't a vicious beast, but an intelligent, gentle creature."
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Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Nov 27, 2018 18:19:34 GMT -5
ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » - - { That's fine dear ^^! Hope you had fun tho <33! }
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Post by ʙᴜᴍʙʟᴇʙᴇᴇ » on Nov 27, 2018 18:22:09 GMT -5
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Bisexual
Venom
Feeling a bit venomous
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Post by Venom on Nov 27, 2018 20:05:24 GMT -5
Davyn watched as he other rider took off with one of the Seashockers. He watched the creature with squinted eyes. There was no need to harm it severely but maybe a little something to make sure that the dragon backed off would be fine with Davyn. "Nightshade, you know what to do.." He smirked and held on tighter to the dragon's ear appendages. Nightshade roared and started striking the water with his tails to provoke it but never hit it. The Seashocker tried to attack with a burst of electricity but the Triple Stryke backed off and flew closer to the beach. Davyn watched as the Seashocker jumped out of the water to attack but ended up on the beach sand and groaned in pain. "Down on Nightshade.." The pair landed on the beach and Davyn knelt beside the dragon, staying a few feet away from it just in case. It didn't take long for Percy to get the other Seashocker out of the water. They seemed to be less intelligent than your average dragon and the Tidal Class dragon found itself beached with Eira glaring down at it threateningly. She opened her wings and an audible sound came from them like a knife against stone. Percy looked at it from his spot in the saddle and said "Very good Eira, way to intimidate that lesser dragon."
She huffed proudly and some smoke came from her mouth. Percy made sure for certain that the chest was securely in the saddle bag, now that he had the time, and jumped out of the saddle to look over the dragon they had cornered. If it wanted to get back to the water it would have to get through Eira first, and after that show it didn't look keen on trying.Davyn looked at the other Seashocker and tried to hide the frown from forming on his lips, "We got the gold, we shall head out soon.." He looked at Percy with a determined look and then brought his gaze to the Seashockers. He got up and held a hand up at Eira, "You can back off now.." The Second-In-Command clicked his tongue and pointed to the water, "Nightshade, get some fish." Nighshade undestood and took off to catch some fish. It was fairly easy due to the fact of his claws. Whenever he say a fish, he snap his claws shut and then put the fish in his mouth to hold. He did this about four times before returning back to the beach with the fish. He let the fish fall out of his mouth and onto the sand next to Davyn and then patiently waited for his rider. Davyn grabbed two fish and dangled them in front of the Seashockers, "I know you like deep sea fish but you two must be hungry," He watched as the two heads of the dragon snapped up the fish and started to chew on it. Once they were done, Davyn held his palm to them and made himself look as non-threatening as possilbe, "You two are such fantastic creatures, I am deeply sorry I hurt you.." He looked away and soon after felt the scaly, cold touch of the heads of the dragon.
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Post by ᴀᴄʜʀᴏᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ on Nov 27, 2018 22:21:53 GMT -5
Calder Stendahl and Einarr ~ Village ~ With @open The tell-tale rush of a dragon inhaling made those close duck away, just before a stream of burning hot flames rippled through the air. It hit it's target, hissing and spitting as steam erupted from the surface, floating away on the breeze. The Hobblegrunt cut off it's stream of fire, looking with curious yellow eyes at the damage it had done. A frustrated grumble burbled up it's throat, vibrating in the air. Calder shrugged off the slight feeling of frustration that came with being so close to his dragon in a mood, running a broad, calloused hand over Einarr's hide. The action soothed the irate dragon and his scales shifted back towards the bright yellow that usually came with being in his rider's vicinity. "It's alright, Einarr," Calder crooned, rubbing at the edge of the dragon's frill, making him purr under the boy's hands, "You know this stuff is hard to melt, you've done very well today." The Hobblegrunt had just finished using up all thirteen of his shots for the second time that morning and it would take him a while to recharge. Einarr crooned softly in return, butting his head into Calder's stomach. The young viking chuckled, scratching at Einarr's eye-ridges and smiling warmly as the dragon's eye closed in pure bliss at the feeling. Calder's eyes were drawn back to the pillar of ice in front of them. It had been a full week since the Alpha had come to Berk and stolen the will of their dragons. A week since many of their homes had been destroyed. Einarr still twitched at odd times, projecting a feeling of nervousness and looking out to sea, as if waiting for the massive dragon to return. He had also been even more affectionate than usual, which was saying something. Calder guessed he still felt guilty about falling under the Alpha's sway, which was ridiculous. Calder knew that neither of them were exactly Leader material, so Einarr definitely couldn't have pulled a Toothless and broken free. Einarr grumbled, pulling Calder out of his thoughts. The boy laughed, scratched his companion vigorously and swung himself into the saddle. "Come on," He said, nudging his dragon into moving, "Let's go to the stables for a good scale-oiling." Einarr crowed happily in return and trotted off faster, not bothering to fly for such a short journey. (Sorry my post length doesn't quite match ^^; I hope this is okay) "Here Little Terror, here Little Terror," was an audible phrase that could be heard around the stables, ushered over and over from Leif's lips as he scurried around every potential hiding place he could find. There were many nooks and crannies that a tiny dragon could hide in, much to the dismay of the poor viking. At least Signy was trying to help, stalking around with her nose trained on the ground like a dog. Leif had to admit, he wouldn't have even known their escapee was at the stables if it weren't for his loyal Nadder.
He sure hoped that they would find the little dragon soon. The Terrible Terror had run off again, with the caretakers fretting over his safety in this forced game of hide-and-seek. The tyke certainly lived up to the name of his species, granting him the uncreative yet fitting nickname of "Little Terror". Leif sighed. At this rate, he might need to ask someone for help. Which was something that he was admittedly afraid to do.
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Post by 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 on Nov 28, 2018 11:41:12 GMT -5
{ ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע, Lycaonia, 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛, Venom, -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊, Thunderheart57, MadFaith, Nightwisher, Fortune Cookie, ᴀᴄʜʀᴏᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ -- Hey everyone! For those I have to reply to, I apologize for the wait, but school hasn’t been overly stressful. I have made some time so hopefully I get my replies in soon!
I would like to thank all of you for joining! This means so much to me and I’d really like to give a special thanks to Mysty for allowing me to be co-creator. This is the first time even close to creating, and we’ve had a successful experience so far. I’d like to thank you all!
Sorry for the sudden gratitude, but I’m glad Mysty and I have great people to join! I love you all c’: }
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Post by 【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】 on Nov 28, 2018 20:40:27 GMT -5
Astera Fyrason - Rider of Celestial Solstice the Woolly Howl Black Heart Bay ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע 's Ragnol & Dust Devil
Astera was always amused by Ragnol's interest in glass figurines. She recalled that to make them, it involved sand, and ironically his own dragon had been related to the sand, and she had been a perfect fit for him due to being a Sand Wraith. She had the firepower that could easily assist him in his job as a blacksmith. They were a perfect match, really. The commander had seen the way he began to create some, but seen hasn't seen any in their fullest form. For one, she saw a glimpse of Toothless in the making, but never his completed form. To be fair, she hadn't seen any, but she knew they were good. After all, everything Ragnol did, he did with typically skill and with wholehearted love. One of the main reasons why she loved him was because he was so kind and so skilled. One reason she would've picked him to become her second-in-command. However, it would've caused a lot of havoc throughout the people of her Wing, since, after all, it wasn't fair she picked her best friend as her second-in-command. It would be even more awkward if something was to come of the two and her lover was also her sidekick in the Wing. That would've definitely raised something throughout the people. Something Astera wasn't going to stand.
Besides, Kari was a great second-in-command. Although she did run to Astera a lot when first appointing her, Kari was still great. They were practically best friends too! Maybe sometime Astera should invite her over to eat. After all, the Sky Scrapers were needing of another meeting, and perhaps they can have lunch over it. This time, she would bring Ragnol too. Even though he went, she would invite him with her and it could be a peaceful meeting. Something felt off, like a reason she could call upon a meeting. The question was, why was she having the urge to? Berk is doing great fixing the damage Drago had caused and there was no real reason to. Deep within the depths of her heart and thoughts, she felt as if there was something dangerous coming. Something made her worry about both, Celestial and Mika, and even Ragnol. Then, the whole residents of Berk. Something was coming and it alarmed her greatly, but what?
Thoughts broke free from their spell and she looked over to Ragnol with a reddened face and wide eyes. She opened her mouth to speak but it was left agape, letting Ragnol continue to spill his feelings to her. The need for them to be together and have something intimate again, made her cheeks burn in embarrassment and she snuggled into the warmth of the sand from being in the sun. Another source that kept her slightly damp shirt warm next to the Bay's cold breeze. she couldn't find the right words to say. Instead, Ragnol laughed something much more ingenuine. It wasn't the cute sounds she heard erupt from him, and she frowned in thought. She watched from peripherals as his slender arm lifted, and suddenly his bright voice came out. She looked up, confused, and a small smile made it to her face. She pondered, and then softly spoke. "I'm glad you care Ragnol. I miss us too. I didn't want to become Commander, really, but when Commander Allen had his eye on me, I couldn't help but want to impress him. Working paid off, since all I could do is work because my parents were dead. I didn't mean to lose out friendship during that process... I'm sorry..." Her voice trailed off sadly, and she looked up and grinned, her own actions mocking Ragnol's childishly as her small arm pointed up to the sky, a dazzling smile painted across her mature features. "There's a banana with a duck head between the peels— and it has duck feet!"
~ Celestial was amused at the sight of her comrade excitedly flapping her wings. In the back of her thoughts was her worry that she wouldn't grab a good enough yak, or even where she would get one. She knew picking them off from the farmers was wrong, so perhaps she would pick off one that wasn't owned by one of the people of Berk. One that was a stray. It was wrong to steal— something Astera taught her when she was younger. Though it was a promise, it was worth worrying for later when she did go to hunt.
She grinned when Dev tagged her shoulder. With a determined expression, she chased over Dev, and although she had realized what they were playing at fast. The Woolly Howl was well behind Dust Devil. She flapped her wings as she hovered slightly over the ground, catching up to the Sand Wraith quickly. She tapped Dev's shoulder with her elegantly furred arm and looked up. Suddenly her body was directed upwards and she flew out of the woods, with wings flapping quietly, somehow much more silent than before. She was overhead of the woods under her, and her body froze in the air for one split second before she began her fall downwards, making her way into a tree to hide in the woods, her fur perfectly blending in with the mixture of browns.
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Katla Hexum - Rider of Pyrrhus the Stormcutter The Village MadFaith 's Eydis Arnulf & Spiritlight
Katla nodded. "He's a bit on the—" She pulled herself away, and began to cough into her elbow. When she pulled herself back towards Eydis's attention, she gave a weak smile. "E-Excuse me," Her pale eyes were focused on the floor, and she twiddled her fingers together nervously. "Well, as I w-was saying, he's a bit on the annoying side." To her harsh word, she was bumped forward playfully by the gigantic drake, and she only gave a breathy sigh and small smile directed to him.
Her pale cheeks immediately reddened and she uttered out, "N-Nice to meet you, Eydis, and y-you Spiritlight." With her new friend's acceptance of her offering, Katla immediately jumped up and turned to her companion, gently patting on the shoulder of her red-toned Stormcutter and jumped onto on side of his burgundy leather saddle. She reached over and grabbed one medium sized, tan-colored towel and even a matching cloth, and gently tapped on her companion to heat them up. He looked down, giant cranium tilting and he let out a low breath. Nothing to the visible eye came out, but once her shy-smile was on her face and she handed Eydis the towels, it was evident they were warm. "H-Here." Katla then motioned to Pyrrhus and he leaned forward, blowing a soft, warm wind towards Eydis. He leaned back and gave a deep coo. "H-How was that?"
Blinking in surprise, she was taken back from the sudden question, but before she could decline, Pyrrhus gently nudged her and nodded. She slowly nodded and gave another shy smile, looking at the floor before breaking into another coughing fit.
~ Pyrrhus watched Spiritlight's excitement grow, and he let out a chuckle. 'Calm down, why don't ya? We'll be up there soon.' His tone was teasing, and Pyrrhus watched Spiritlight carefully. As the thought came to him repeatedly, he realized they were to leave, after convincing his rider. However, he was curious as to what exactly they would do, since, he was used to helping around camp, if not, with Katla at Berk. 'What did you guys do while on the other islands?'
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Sigurd Afargus - Rider of Ladon the Exotic Moldruffle Outside Berk - Dragon Spine Range Lycaonia 's Eerika Ljungstrand & Runa
The man gave a light grin, one that could easily fool another's eyes. Sigurd only shrugged off her apology, although could be considered rude, his demeanor when executing the act was very comforting. "No worries. I didn't know him well. It would've been great to know him a bit more though." His eyes lingered towards Eerika's bow, but instead, he too, shook his head and turned his attention towards the drake he was on top of. He gave a soft rub to the top of his lavender skull, and even grabbed a vibrant, scarlet horn that made his own companion grunt playfully. "Well maybe I could." And with that, he bumped upwards as a result of his companion's jealous actions. He gave out a kind laugh and gently shook his head. "I'm kidding! Jeez, Ladon."
Sigurd looked over to Eerika and covered his mouth, somewhat playfully. "Nah, I wouldn't trade him in for a thing." He could hear a content coo come from his own companion once more. Sigurd turned his head back towards the direction they were heading, and gave a smirk at the sight. It was absolutely beautiful! The green that faded into the rocky brown-gray, curved in uneven shaped points at the top. However, from the side you could see they were well rounded for animals that lived in the area. Sigurd looked over at Eerika and signaled towards the range. "Whatcha wanna do down there again?"
~ Ladon tilted his head. 'Really? I can't imagine being out there in the cold all the time.' His tone was joking, but had a hidden seriousness to it. Ladon wasn't a bit fan of the cold, believe-it-or-not. If anything, he had his owner's mother knit him sweaters during the summer when a youngster, since he was constantly shaking. Perhaps it was for the reason that he was used to the warmth of the sun, or perhaps, even that he had a problem with being cold-blooded. Although it sounded funny, there was always something off with Ladon and his body.
His thoughts of cold were interrupted by Runa's kind compliment, and to that, he gave a gaping grin. 'That's very sweet of you! I'm not that dedicated though. Just doin' my job!' He looked towards the upcoming location, and turned back to the quiet Timberjack. 'The Hierarchy is very lucky to have a dragon like you. You're very useful and I've seen you work when you're focused. You're very impressive.'
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Post by MadFaith on Nov 28, 2018 20:50:31 GMT -5
(I totally understand Twi and please don't feel rushed to respond, rl should come before here. Take your time)
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Asexual
ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
"This wasn't a vicious beast, but an intelligent, gentle creature."
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Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Nov 28, 2018 22:34:40 GMT -5
. Artemis Kollsvein . Rider of Juno the Stormcutter [ Butcher's Shop | 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 's Luca Halvar & Zero, Nightwisher 's Shilo Saga and Venbra ]
Readjusting her grip on the knife, the viking slid the blade neatly into the tendons separating the fur from flesh. In a sawing motion, she began carving off the corpse’s hide. It was a tedious practice, one that required diligence and absolute steadiness. A single wrong cut, and the meat could be potentially soured, especially if contact came with some spilled viscera. The viking worked her way down the side, peeling at the pelt with strong, purposeful slashes. Eventually, the furred left flank gave way to reveal a glittering slab of freshly carved out meat. Sectioning into the chunk, the combatant set it aside—carefully keeping it separate from the nearby vitals. Artemis didn’t want to risk them possibly contaminating what would make a fine venison later down the road.
She paused before beginning the next half of the animal, knowing there was still a lot of work cut out for her. Instead, she re-obtained the cleaning cloth and swathed down the reddened blade, staining the white material in scarlet. She moved supplely to a nearby sink and dipped the rag into the soapy water, cleansing it of the ruby blemish.
Artemis smirked beneath her breath, amused by Luca’s boastful tone. She didn’t mind his personality, really. She actually found it quite entertaining.
“If I were you Shilo, I’d say he was challenging me,” she commented with a playful grin to the both of them. The warrior returned back to the work at hand, finally managing to clean the fabric of its tinge. “Perhaps the two of you could race right now? That would be a curious sight. Winner gets a the biggest piece of venison cooked from me. And let me tell ya, I make a mean venison.”
{x} With the typical unevenness renown to Stormcutters, she blinked, and hummed. It was a brief throaty trill, really, perhaps a reply to Venbra’s… what appeared to be a polite comment, or perhaps it was for something else entirely. Juno was like that sometimes, being on the more discreet, ambiguous side of things. Of course, when she meant an order, she meant it. There was nothing debatable about her demands; if she wanted something done by a select dragon, it was done.
Her frills gave a little quiver as her rider’s voice came back into play. She’d noted the young woman was a bit preoccupied in her skinning, so her typical loud voice in conversation had been somewhat muted to what the normal standards was. However, when she heard Artemis suggest a race be done now, she quelled a small, irritated groan. Not another chance to make these dragons’ otherwise inflated egos grow to another narcissistic level.
She nested into herself, giving a low, almost inaudible grumble.
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Asexual
ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
"This wasn't a vicious beast, but an intelligent, gentle creature."
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Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Nov 29, 2018 16:22:38 GMT -5
𝕃𝕪𝕤𝕤𝕒 - - { Great - we'll be glad to have you~! Here is the joining page, which was just beneath the rules if you were curious ^^. We are in need of the Crusader/Jester role, so if you're interested in any of them, feel free to claim one <33 }
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Asexual
Lycaonia
Getting Better, but Very Tired.
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Post by Lycaonia on Nov 29, 2018 20:18:37 GMT -5
Calder Stendahl and Einarr ~ Village Stables ~ With Leif "Leaf" Svenson and Signy {ᴀᴄʜʀᴏᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ }Calder ducked his head as he passed through the ground-level entrance to the stables. He knew he didn't have to - bigger dragons than Einarr lived on Berk after all, but it was a gut reaction he didn't care enough about to stop. Einarr paused as movement sounded to their right, tilting his head as his hide rippled to a curious purple. Trilling happily, Einarr motioned to where a familiar Nadder seemed to be helping an equally recognisable man. A small, amused smile settled onto Calder's face as he spent a few moments watching the pair scurry about. Finally the young man cleared his throat loudly. "Morning Leif," He rumbled, suppressed laughter coating the words as Einarr moved closer while emitting a cheery clicking sound that echoed his rider's glee as his hide once more turned the happy yellow it usually was, "You lose something?" The younger man dropped from his dragon's back, examining his fellow rider as he stepped closer, letting Einarr go greet Signy. Despite being older, Leif was shorted than Calder himself by about three inches. The thin man looked almost frail next to the burly viking, but Calder knew by now that looks weren't everything. Leif tended to remind him of Hiccup and the whole village knew how that turned out. Shaking his head wryly, settled back with his hands on his hips,looking utterly relaxed. "You need any help?" He offered, one eye on his curious dragon. ~~~~~~~~~~ Einarr warbled a greeting as he approached Signy. The Nadder was a lower rank, though Einarr didn't usually fuss around with all that so long as it wasn't during training or battle. "Hello, Signy," He chirped, bobbing his head in greeting to the young Nadder, "What are you up to?" The Hobblegrunt tilted his head, a wave of purple flowing over his scaled hide as his curiosity got the better of him. Einarr was usually a little shy, but his curious nature tended to overwhelm that at the promise of something interesting. Eerika Ljungstrand and Runa ~ Outside Berk ~ With Sigurd Afargus and Ladon (【 ᵗʷᶦˡᶦᵍʰᵗ 】) Eerika, unwound enough from finally being out of the village and having a chance to properly relax, unbent her usual reserved demeanour to give a bright, vibrant laugh at the other pair's playing. She was glad that she had decided to go hunting with the other Viking. She spent so much time helping to rid the village of ice and lending her expertise in organisation while Hiccup and his group were gone, that she had been tense and snappish lately. Runa had been her only haven and she was glad to be able to have a bit of fun. "Goat hunting!" She replied to Sigurd's enquiry, smiling as she looked over the landscape below them, "Mountain goats make a really nice stew and it'll be a nice change for the village. Especially if there's any bilberries and hazelnuts about. It'd be a nice treat in any case, since everybody's been working so hard." Seeing a ridge big enough to land and plan their hunt, she motioned for Sigurd to fellow and nudged Runa to dive towards it. Contentment flowed through her as Runa landed and Eerika couldn't help but lie forward, draping over the Timberjack's thin neck. ~~~~~~~~~~ Runa ducked her head, heat flooding her scales at the compliment. "W-well," She stuttered, before clearing her throat in embarrassment. She pushed away the nerves that shot through her to give Ladon a bashful smile. "It isn't so bad. Eerika usually makes them let me curl up around on of the big fires afterwards which usually heats me up again quick, and there's usually someone nearby using their fire which helps. I only wish my own fire was as useful as my wings." She sighed slightly, eyeing the razor-sharp edges. Her fire usually stuck to anything it touched and was extremely difficult to control with the way it tended to spark. She was pretty much banned from firing inside the village. With a wry grin, she shook her head and turned back to Ladon. "I've seen other admiring you though," She replied, tilting her head teasingly, starting to relax around the other dragon a bit more, "And not just for those pretty scales of yours." Runa chirped a laugh as Eerika nudged her into a dive, folding her massive wings and dropping towards a flat ridge big enough to hold both dragons. Her landing was far softer than would be expected from a dragon of her size and she curled up, content with the way Eerika was radiating pride and happiness from where she sat at the base of the Timberjack's neck.
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Asexual
ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
"This wasn't a vicious beast, but an intelligent, gentle creature."
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Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Nov 29, 2018 21:54:57 GMT -5
𝕃𝕪𝕤𝕤𝕒 - - { Welcome Thunder! We're are so happy to have you ^^! I have my last character open, Niamh, but if you'd rather wait and see if there's anybody else available for more options, I won't mind <33 }
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Bisexual
Venom
Feeling a bit venomous
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Post by Venom on Nov 29, 2018 23:49:30 GMT -5
(Sorry it's a bit short and also I am sorry of the fact that I have to head off now, I will reply as soon as I can tomorrow! ^^)
☾ Kari Thorsdottir ☽ The Second In Command Dragon ~ Freyja Accompanied by Magnus Location ~ Magnus’ home
Kari cooed at her dragon as the two were flying above Berk, “Don't you love a nice flight, Freyja?” The dragon chirped in response and slowly started to glide. It was times like these that Kari enjoyed the most, peace and serenity while forgetting all the worries a person would have. She laid back on her dragon’s neck and hummed her favorite lullaby. Freyja joind in by chirping along with the tune of the song. Deathsong’s were such fantastic creatures. The Second-In-Command stroked her dragon’s side. It had been quite a while since they had returned to soft earth. Maybe it was time to head back. “Come one Freyja,” She got up and grabbed the dragon’s horns, “Let’s go see what we can do to help!” The dragon swiftly tucked in her wings and the pair dived back to Berk. With a sudden force of air pushing upwards, Freyja opened her wings wide and slowly drifted back to land. Kari whooped loudly the entire way. The pair walked around to see if they can aid in anything. There were times where Freykja melted some ice with her fire to help some merchants. They thanked the two and gave them some goods as an offering. Kari of course didn’t accept them and continued to walk around offering her services. Kari looked around at the scenery around her and let her icy gaze stop on Magnus who was cleaning the porch of his house. “Magnus! How are you?” She called to him before going over to his porch. “I see your busy!” She looked down at what Magus was doing and put a few strands of hair behind her ear while doing so.
☾ Freyja ☽ The Beta Rider ~ Kari Throsdottir Accompanied by Blizzardfang Location ~ Magnus’ home
Freyja was overjoyed to see the Snowraith. She noticed that the other was all cozied up and asleep so she decided not to wake up the other dragon. Instead, Freyja stared at Blizzardfang with her huge doe-like eyes. She snorted quitely and she too curled up. She left a good distance between her and the other dragon. She ever so patiently waited for the other to wake up, even waving her long tail in front of the other dragon to see if that would work.
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𝕃𝕪𝕤𝕤𝕒
Good to be back
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Post by 𝕃𝕪𝕤𝕤𝕒 on Nov 30, 2018 0:50:19 GMT -5
(It's alright! I'll likely be heading to bed soon too.)
Magnus lifted his head as Kari and her dragon approached, offering the second in command an easy smile. "Well hello there, Kari. Yes, I've just been tidying up a bit. Spring cleaning and all of that, you know the drill." He propped his broom against his door, moving toward Freyja to give her a quick pat on the nose. "She's looking quite well. You take good care of her," he noted, smile broadening slightly as he did. "So, what brings you down to my humble cottage?"
Blizzardwing opened one bright blue eye, spotting Freyja's tail in her periphery. The great dragon lifted her massive white head, a sound like a deep cat's purr rumbled from deep in her chest, and she fixed her gaze on Freyja. With a low grunt, she pushed herself to her feet and gave her thick body a shake to get rid of the lingering sleepiness that clung to her. She poked her head under the porch, nosing Magnus's arm, and the man responded with a chuckle, reaching out to brush his hand against her forehead briefly.
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Post by -` percy ´- .✫ 🌊 on Nov 30, 2018 15:09:49 GMT -5
[ Ahh i did my placement test yesterday. I got what i wanted as far as math goes, but i need to take two english classes smh. but anyways- i believe all my characters are open now? As the character Ryker was with is now some place else lol ]
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Post by ᴀᴄʜʀᴏᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ on Nov 30, 2018 17:05:46 GMT -5
Lycaonia Leif currently had his hands and knees planted onto the ground as he peered around a pile of lumber nearby. It seemed to be a suitable hiding place for a tiny dragon, which was why the viking was delicately sneaking around on all fours, to not potentially alert the Terror. The scene could have appeared comical to others, but Leif wasn't really thinking about that at the moment. Finding the darned tyke was the most important thing on his mind.
Which was why he couldn't help but feel a jolt of surprise as he suddenly heard someone call his name. The small man startled, bumping his head on one of the logs that stuck out of the lumber pile. A sad "Ow," sighed through his lips, and a wave of embarrassment washed over him as he heard the trill of a Hobblegrunt behind him and knew that the approaching company would be Calder and Einarr.
"I, uh..." Leif rubbed the back of his head as he reluctantly stood to Calder's level. Despite being older, he had to look up slightly in order to speak with the other viking. It was a trait that he wasn't particularly proud of. But that wasn't important. He tried not to let it bother him, though it didn't really help that amusement was written clearly all over Calder's face. Leif's own cheeks grew warm, and his gaze fell away to stare down at the grass below. This happened often when speaking to others. "Little Terror ran away again. They sent us to go and find him..." He briefly glanced at Signy. "I guess I could use some help...Ar-are you good at searching for dragons?"
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Signy halted in her tracks as she heard the familiar chirp of Einarr. The Nadder lifted her head from sniffing the ground and met the Hobblegrunt's gaze curiously. "Oh, hello," She chirped in return, a bit surprised to see a dragon from a higher rank being so friendly with an Epsilon like her. She wasn't an Omega, so it didn't really matter--yet even still, the Nadder tended to dance around socializing with her own kind to spend her time with Leif instead. In that aspect, she and her rider were the same. "One of the hatchlings is playing a game of hide-and-seek." She said this with a hint of exasperation, as though it had happened before.
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