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Post by Minor ThreePrick on Nov 13, 2013 12:15:03 GMT -5
Time/date: Mid morning in early fall, Nov 12
weather: Mildly windy and brisk
Characters: Minor, open for more
The cold fall winds blew in from the west, rustling the fiery colored leaves; they painted the island like a canvas of flames of beauty, surrounding the base of the great mountain. The soft call of song birds were frequent as they prepared for the harsh winter, to migrate away to warmer locations. And the grass covered in a soft coat of frozen due from the climate's weather being so brisk and cool.
Minor had slumped himself on a pine tree that had fallen over from a past storm; the lightning strike to the trunk was still clearly visible as it scared the surface of the trunk and burned through like a electrical fire. That was what Minor was writing in his journal; the small black handbook that he held, ripped and torn from many years of usage.
He wrote the design in the book, determining the strike of the bolt when it hit to make the design. Occasionally he would stop to rub his cold hands together and blow into them, writing was fun but in the fall it made your fingers numb and a bit difficult. But he was content with the disadvantages and wrote like a pro when he was outside no matter the weather.
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Post by Sven & Hermes on Nov 13, 2013 14:58:00 GMT -5
(you need a specific date so we can put it on the timeline preferably before september the 15th, because Svens going to be out of action after that  )
Sven was walking through the forest, with Hermes behind him. She hated playing taxi, she was itching to get up in the sky again, but Sven wanted her close by because he'd already been here before, he just wanted to see if there was any change in dragon activity. Sven didn't even notice the younger man scribbling away in a notebook of his own, and passed him without a word. But Hermes, being ever alert and watchful, did notice him. The Ambassador deviated from Sven's path and craned her head over the boy, a lot like she did when she first met Sven. But she was disappointed this time, for there were no pictures of her. There was only pages of squiggles that Sven occasionally did in his own booklet. Hermes suddenly made a loud cluck, to announce herself to the boy and simultaneously let Sven know she had got sidetracked, and that he should probably check this out. Unsurprisingly enough, Sven doubled back to find a Berk villager hunching over a small book. Hermes backed up a bit. "Oh hey there, I didn't see you!" Sven greeted. "I don't think I've seen you around the village before; who are you?" |
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Post by Minor ThreePrick on Nov 14, 2013 12:08:00 GMT -5
Minor was scribbling away in his book when he heard the quick cluck of what sounded like a chicken, he looked up from his book to see a great beaked dragon standing before him, tilting it's head and looking at his note book. He smiled and stood to his feet, holding his hand out gently, palm up to display a sign of greeting to the beast in front of him. He toke note in his mind of this dragon, and how her blackish scales made a bluish tint from the rising sun behind him.
Minor then heard the soft footsteps of the trainer who had passed without Minor's knowledge. He said he didn't see him sitting there and asked of his name. This was common with Minor, he was not known much; but it gave him an advantage as well.
"Names' Minor Threeprick the Feeble. Not a whole lot of villagers here know me, and that's just the way I like it." He said with a slight bow of his upper chest. He liked to be left alone often so he could put down things in his notebook that usually others would not even bother to see.
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Post by Sven & Hermes on Dec 14, 2013 19:23:29 GMT -5
Hermes backed up as he rose to his feet. The human reached it's palm out to the dragon. Hermes swifty raised her head to it's usual proud stature, not letting him touch her. They had only just met. He was not worthy. She rustled her wings to show her discomfort of the man.
Sven listened to the man's answer. He smiled at the part of him not wanting to draw attention to himself. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Minor. It's good to know not all Vikings are loud and brash! I'm Sven, I'm a dragonologist. I'm not from around town, though." He introduced. Sven as thrown off finding a viking to bow in greeting. He responded with a polite bow of his head.
"And this here," He continued, raising a hand to caress the neck of the Ambassador. "This is Hermes." Hermes raised her head even more, and took a very flattering stance, showing off her physique and beauty. Sven smiled at that too, bragging as always!
Sven then noticed the book Minor had in his other hand. It was a similar size to Sven's own. "Oh, do you write?" With this, Hermes snorted and slinked away. She was uninterested in human interactins. She looked to the sky. Even though they were under the shelter of the trees, she could feel a good breeze, and was itching to fly.
She looked idly over to Sven for a moment, judging if she was going to be needed, before taking off though a patch in the canopy. Sven obviously heard this and turned to look at his dragon disappear. He wasn't too worried though; she never tended to stray far, as per her possessive quirks permitted her to.
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Post by Minor ThreePrick on Dec 16, 2013 12:10:04 GMT -5
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Minor. It's good to know not all Vikings are loud and brash! I'm Sven, I'm a dragonologist. I'm not from around town, though."
Minor wondered why it was he was not from the town nearby, course he'd never seen Sven in town, not even once. He guessed the pair traveled alot and didn't stay in one place for very long. In a way that reminded himself of his own partner.
When Sven introduced his dragon Hermes, he smiled at her. He enjoyed the look of her stature and form, she was a beauty and clearly knew it as well. He could of guessed from the start that she would not be so comfortable with his first approach to touch her beak; but he didn't mind it very much. Maybe in time he would be able to feel the strength of her muscles and the firmness of her scales.
"Oh, do you write?"
Minor instantly smiled and picked up his worn notebook, opening it to a favored page of his about the translucent 'Light's of the Sky's' that he had taken last time the northern lights appeared.
"Why, yes. I am a writer. Basicaly anything I see that's truely fascinating I have down in my notebooks! What about you? Since your a dragonologist, do you have notes of different dragon species?" He wondered to himself if Sven had ever heard of his own dragon; who was off on hunting and quality time to itself for now.
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