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Post by storm on Dec 17, 2011 22:32:39 GMT -5
Storm flew along the ocean, feeling the sea spray splash against her face. Her huge wingspan was at full extension, making it easy to glide close to the ocean without falling into its cold depths. She watched the fish swim below, debating if she should snatch one up for a meal. But the deepness and darkness of the ocean scared her. She normally would fish off the shore, catching little catfish and suckers that strayed to close. It was that or try to snatch some sheep from the village without getting caught. But it was very risky and dangerous.
"Mmm, sheep." She thought hungrily. Getting closer to the water, she spotted a large fish, lowered her hind claws, and snatched it out of the water. It flopped in her claws, its life withering away as it gasped for air.
Hungrily, Storm bit into the fish, biting its head off and letting it go limp. She looked up, crunching on the fish, spotting her old home ahead. Flying faster, dodging the rocks that jutted from the ocean, she grew closer to her destroyed volcano.
"Still in bad shape. Of course." She muttered in her head, but also let out a low grumbling noise that sounded close to the roll of thunder. A small Terrible Terror flew in front of her, flapping its tiny little wings. Not being in the mood for this little dragon, Storm stroked her wings harder, stirring up the air. She wasnt called a Galewing for nothing.
"Hey! Get out of the way!" She snarled in a deep tone, menacing and threatening. The little dragon did nothing, probably unable to hear her. With one stroke she was overtaking it. Storm, with a devious and evil grin, scooped up the dragon and carried it with her. She had dropped the fish in the meanwhile, but had caught the little creature with her front claws. It squealed in terror and horror at the huge dragon that caught it, thinking that Storm will eat it.
When the island was under her claws, she landed, digging the dragons face into the dark soil. She grinned evilly, but it soon turned to worry. She knew sometimes vikings did come here to see the spot where Toothless and Hiccup killed their huge master. The little Terror escaped, but she didn't care. She looked around cautiously, making sure nothing followed her, and headed inside the abandoned, dead volcano.
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Post by winter on Dec 29, 2011 23:05:53 GMT -5
Winter hissed through clenced teeth as he glided over the water, the wounds in his wings burning as salt landed in the fresh wounds. It was a stupid idea to go flying over the sharp mountain cliffs and he paid the price.
The large reptile was lucky he even managed to fly this far without crashing into the icy cold water. His whole body hurt from the fall and blood was attracting fish as it fell into the water.
Even though Winter's eyes were becoming unfocased from the blood loss, he still managed to make out the volcano and land that was closing in.
His body slammed into the sand, laying there for a bit before dragging himself into the broken opening of the volcano to lay and rest. Winter managed to pull half his body in before falling and just laying there. Quickly passing out as blood continued to pour from his wounds.
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Post by storm on Dec 29, 2011 23:26:16 GMT -5
Storm, who had been slowly making her way inside stopped when she heard some noises on the beach. She froze, sniffing the air cautiously. Something skittered on the sand outside, something larger than that little terror she dragged down from the sky. She flipped around, smelling fresh blood and the salty tang of the sea intermingle with the smell of a dragon.
Spotting the injured creature, making its way towards the tunnel, Storm crept in the shadows of the entrance. She leaped over him, outside now, baring her sharp teeth and hissing. She was slightly larger than this species she has now found. But her wingspan outmatched it by a long shot.
"Who are you?" She hissed in a vicious tone, but stopped immediately when she saw the wounds on the dragon. He was almost bleeding to death from his injuries. Running to the shore, she snagged some close by seaweed and some algae that was floating nearby and ran back. She had learned a few tricks from the viking medics when she was younger, when she would sit in their windows and watch the humans do whatever they wanted.
Applying the algae to the dragons wounds, Storm held it there with some seaweed and mud. "Ummm, alright, this is going to be ok, alright?" She told the dragon, her breathing heightening and her heart rate escalating. This was a fellow wild dragon, free to do whatever it wanted without having to worry about anything on its back.
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Post by winter on Dec 30, 2011 0:08:05 GMT -5
Clouded purple eyes could make out the shape of another dragon, but nothing else about them. It was obvious they were larger from what he could make out. Rumbling lowly in his throat, Winter scrapped his claws against the rock causing him to feel something sticking to his wounds.
His tail lashed out behind him, the smell of another wild dragon setting him off. With a roar, large tattered wings ripped open as he spun around, launching himself at the other.
His sight went black when he reared up, now going by scent and sound alone.
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Post by storm on Dec 30, 2011 0:23:58 GMT -5
Storm, with powerful hind legs pinned him down and held him there. Her wings flared open, her teeth bared and a forked tongue that flickered behind them. " Control yourself, man!" She snarled, tail lashing like a headless snake. She backed away, releasing the dragon from her hold, and scurrying up a spiked rock. She wrapped her long tail around it for grip, and turned her head around slightly. " I was trying to help you, now your wrappings will fall off and you will return to dying." She yelled, taking off from the rock and gliding downwards. (sorry its kinda short  ) |
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Post by winter on Dec 30, 2011 0:44:35 GMT -5
Winter growled, his teeth bared at where he heard the others voice. But he was to disoriented to hear what she said. He stayed where he was pinned even after the other got off him.
He panted, bloody jaws open to allow him to take in much needed air. His wings flapped about along with his lashing tail, which slammed against the rock wall and chipped it.
"W-who are you? Winter was gasping, his voice coming out in gasps as he tried to talk.
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Post by storm on Dec 30, 2011 0:56:47 GMT -5
Storm landed lightly, her wings stirring up little sand as she touched the ground. "My name is Storm." She replied. Slowly, quietly, and lightly, she ran over to Winter. She studied his wounds, grabbing more algae and mud to throw onto some of them.
"Alright, now, stay as still as you can." She instructed. As she applied the mud concoction onto his wounds, she grabbed a little bit of sea water in her mouth. She drizzled it along some of the wounds, the salt water hopefully ridding Winters wounds of any bacteria that may have gotten in. She has known this for a long time now, knowing that salt will help aid open wounds, but it hurts. A lot.
She backed far away, knowing the dragon would probably lash out in pain and fear. She went to the shore to catch a few fish for each of them, but knew that wasn't enough. Hopefully there were some stray rams around here that drifted ashore. Stroking her wings, she lifted up high into the air.
After gliding for two minutes around the volcano, she came across two unlucky rams that must have found their way here somehow, must it be a dragon or the ocean itself. She dove, spiraling down towards them, then pulling open her wings to stop. Snagging them off their small little ledge, their bleats hopeless and full of fear. Coming back down to the beach where the other dragon lay, she landed and carried the rams with her forearms. Hopefully the dragon would be awake and hungry.
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Post by winter on Dec 30, 2011 2:33:27 GMT -5
Winter was close to passing out again, his body going numb before she covered more of his wounds. He heard her, still barely able to understand but understanding enough. He was going in and out of consciousness, not even mustering the strength to snap at her or whip around and attack.
He was tettering on the edge when he felt a shift in the wind. Perhaps she left him alone, Winter would be glad if she did, he didn't think he would survive the night in his condition.
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Post by storm on Dec 30, 2011 3:01:29 GMT -5
She walked up to him, feeling weak and unable to do anything. An idea struck her. She could go find Luna maybe, the one who cared for her when she was injured. She dropped one ram beside Winter in case he woke up and was hungry. She carried her over the ocean and towards the island.
As she flew, she looked back down at her meal that she was carrying in her foreclaws. She broke off its horns so it didnt poke her stomach while she was flying. Stroking her wings, she sped off like a bullet towards home.
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As Storm came in for a landing on the beach, she looked around for any signs of the girl. As she approached a field, she crawled up a tree and studied her where abouts. She sat down on the grass, still holding the petrified ram. Its bleats came out in a whisper, terrified still from its flight here.
As she felt her stomach growl with hunger, she licked her lips with a forked, purple tongue. She bit into the ram, its whispers becoming loud screams in pain as her sharp fangs dug into its soft flesh. She could hear the satisfying sound of bones cracking. When it became limp, but still alive, she did the normal ritual when dragons eat. Tossing the animal into the air and letting it drop back down into her awaiting jaws below.
After swallowing her meal she didnt bother to clean her blood splattered face. She lied down in the field and sniffed the air, hoping to catch some trace.
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