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Post by storm on Dec 18, 2011 22:03:32 GMT -5
Storm tensed. "I thought I smelt a rider on you." She replied, staring at the ground. She watched the snow swirl around their prints made by their claws. She dug them into the ground and started to rip up the ground. She wrapped her tail around a tree and began to pull on it. It creaked under the stress it was being put under.
"Why did you want a rider? And not to be free and wild, like me? No weight on your back and no viking controlling you." She growled, hearing cracks behind her.
(Maybe Slity's rider should randomly appear.. C: And make this interesting xD)
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Post by fric2626 on Dec 19, 2011 7:09:28 GMT -5
(( How would he get up the mountian XD)
"When my rider found me, I was alone." He looks at you pulling on the tree, "I had nothing else to do when I was wild, I just sat there in a cave all day. And it's not a viking." He peered at the fact that you were pulling a tree down, "W.. Why are you pulling on that tree?" He raises one of his ears up almost imitating someone raising an eyebrow when asking a question. He just sat there and waited for Storm to awnser his question. He was starting to get the feel that Storm dosn't like other dragons that have been tamed or have riders.
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Post by storm on Dec 19, 2011 8:28:39 GMT -5
Storm stopped. "Im sorry. I find it stressful." She said. She released her tail from the tree, and setting it across her front claws. She sighed and stared back into Slity's eyes. "I was caught once before, when I was a Wrymling. They caught me, I struggled and got free the next week." She murmured. "I never felt safe with something on my back. A rider could fall off with the speed rate I fly at." She looked away and rested her head on her claws.
(True. I had to write this quickly btw so its short x.x)
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Post by fric2626 on Dec 19, 2011 17:01:34 GMT -5
Slity nods his head just abit to Storm. He looked around for a moment before returning his gaze back to Storm. "Well, That's alright." He walks over to a small boulder not far from where he was standing. The snow crunchs beneath his feet as he steps closer to the rock. When he gets to it he rubs his side against it a couple times. "Stupid itch." He gets rid of it and lays down looking at you, "So. Im guessing you have always been on Berk?" He perks his ears up at you and looks down at the snow. He extends his claws abit on his right front foot. He starts to draw random lines in the snow as if he was making a drawing or somthing like it. He brings his foot up to his face and looks at the snow that jumped onto his claw. He licked it off and then crossed his front feet togather and looked at Storm still waiting for an awnser.
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