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Post by Sven & Hermes on Feb 26, 2012 17:05:57 GMT -5
DATE & TIME : June 6th, Afternoon
WEATHER CONDITIONS : Damp, cloudy and winding, rain stopped.
CHARACTERS INVOLVED : Sven and Caedence
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The war had finally crawled to a gruelling stop. Though Sven was thankful for the storm to slowly pass, making the hard rain resolve to a light drizzle, it did not lift his spirits. Hermes, of course, was of no use in the war, she served as ambulance to the injured in battle, until the attackers found out her scales fell off when attacked, and had aimed for her wings instead.
The Ambassador Dragon walked alongside Sven now, several scales missing from her sleek glassy plumage. Though she was still able to fly, she would have severe controlling abilities, so reluctantly grounded herself. They were trudging through the battlefield now, searching for anyone still alive.
Sven wrinkled his nose as they crossed a burnt pathway. It seemed that one dragon had managed to create fire despite the evident humidity. The trail was lined with blackened, shrivelled objects that were originally human corpses. One of the corpses, a little further away from the fire blast, was still wheezing, chest painfully expanding and contracting. Sven rushed up to the raw red and charcoal black body, severely disfigured, but by the time he got to the body's side, the wheezing had stopped.
“You lost it.” Hermes announced. Sven frowned, placing a hand on her neck for comfort. He had seen so many people die in just a morning, and he still hadn't got over it. What he regretted most was the people he had failed to save. He had become numb.
After a while, with no luck of finding any living soul, his thoughts went back to Curtis... He was back in the tent with Luna now. He wondered how he must be feeling. Sven was partly glad though - Luna's wound wasn't fatal, she would survive the encounter. But still...
A screech of a dragon behind him made him turn on his heels in the mud, to see a wild Monstrous Nightmare fly overhead, landing nearby to take advantage of the carrion.
Hermes cawed at it, tearing away from Sven to chase off the creature that seemed oblivious to the lack of respect it was giving. Sven had studied dragons way too long not to care any more, along with the numb emotions carrying him. Wild dragons, like most animals, are opportunists, and they wont hesitate on an easy offering of food.
Turning away, something caught his eye. A shimmer of gold against the browns, reds and greys of the battlefield. It didn't take him long to see that the lump was in fact moving up and down in a rapid manner – it was alive. Finally finding a glimmer of hope of something still alive, his pace quickened, only one thing on his mind. He began to run towards the downed dragon.
It turned out to be a golden-coloured Deadly Nadder. One of it's wings was severely damaged, and the one trapped underneath it's body was stuck out at an abnormal angle. It was covered in slashes and some of it's horns on it's crest had been broken off. It seemed strong though.
It was when he was observing the dragon that he saw her. She had brown hair wrapped in a bun, and a yellow dress that was covered in blood where she was leaning on the dragon, absorbing it's wounds. He put a hand on her shoulder.
“Are you okay?” He said, expression flat. She didn't look like she had been fighting, wondering why she was so far out in the fields. After inspecting that she was indeed not injured, he opened his bag which he had stuffed with supplies. He assumed the dragon belonged to her, anyway.
“I'm going to tend to the dragon. Don't be afraid.” Even though he wasn't feeling too good himself, he had to comfort the girl. The dragon obviously meant something to her, and Sven knew loss. He began to clean the cuts with a wet cloth and some balm.
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Post by Caedence Weostan on Apr 18, 2012 20:14:05 GMT -5
Caedence peeked out from behind a tent flap to see what was really going on out there. Ever since the hubbub with this entire war thing came about her parents had been very concerned with her whereabouts and she was sick of it. They had enough things to micromanage her on without the entire town going ballistic over enemies approaching. All she wanted was more freedom, was that so much to ask?! Apparently so.
So she had been herded into this tent like sheep into a pen. She had been charges with a mess of young children who's parents were out risking life and limb to defend the isle.
Anyhow, this tent was positioned so far back that even peeking out the tent flap didn't give her much of an idea of what was happening. So irksome. Not to mention that being stuck in a stuffy tent with five toddlers running around and baby to take care of wasn't exactly ideal. And the rain didnt help either. Luckily another young woman was supposedly coming to take her place soon. For Caedence- soon just couldn't be soon enough.
With a sigh over the frusteration, she reluctantly closed the tent flap and returned to the children who she had been charged with.
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With a sigh of relief Caedence burst out of the stuffy tent. Finally a break! The young woman made her way directly to the more forward regions of the encampment where there were more people and she could be of assistance to the Berk forces in less tedious ways, but as she approached, it seemed the battle had ended. She saw vikings from both sides retreating as she looked out over the place where the fighting had taken place. She was confused. Didn't fighting typically last longer than this? She picked up the pace as she made her way over to where she knew the Tents where the healers and injured would be. As she approached the area, she saw the chaos. So many injured... So little time. Caedence disliked the tragety war brought. She hadn't been exposed to alot of situations such as this, but that didn't matter.
She considered trying to assist the healers, but seeing the amount of work they had to do, she doubted those who were already making themselves useful wanted her bothering them asking silly questions, for Caedence had no experience in the field of healing. Besides, the swarms of people was overwhelming her.
Caedence looked out again over the battlefeild, taking in the scene. There was almost no one left out there... and there was no one here to stop her from going out there herself. She had been wanting an adventure, she never got opportunities like this since she was always told to stay in the villiage, where she baked bread all day. She bit her lip and looked cautiously around her mentally debating wether or not to actually do this, but after a moment's consideration, she smiled to herslef and ran off in the direction of othe battlefeild, without the watchful eyes of any person upon her.
She sprinted as fast as she could, dodging all kinds of debris. She was rather repulsed at the amount of blood that generously stained the ground. She avoided looking at any fleshy or scaly unmoving masses, unwilling to gaze upon death. As a few moments ticked by, the girl regretted coming out here, she hadn't realized how much death had taken place. She was just about to turn back when she saw a farmiliar colored Nadder lying in pools of blood. She paused. She clenched her fists and forced herself to look over at the downed dragon. A horrified look crossed her face as she identified the broken beast as her very own dragon.
[purple]"SMUDGE!! no!!"[/purple]
She ran over to him, giving her dragon a quick look over. It didnt take long to see the damage. Both of his wings were severely injured and part of his crest was missing. The dragon made a noise as his mistress approached. She ran her fingers over his scales and tried to speak soothingly to him. She used her navy blue skirt to try and sop some of the blood off his face. A tear trickled down her face. She couldn't believe the war had claimed her dragon.The thought of calling for help never crossed her overwhelmed mind.
Caedence gently protested as Smudge started to thrash around. She wondered why he was behaving so when she felt a hand rest on her shoulder. She jumped a bit when she felt it. Her eyes widened as she set eyes on him. A tall man, rather young by the looks of it. He had messy blonde hair and worried-looking green eyes as she looked down at her. She nodded in reply to his words and watched intenetly as he moved around to Smudge.
Besides worry for her dragon, only one thought ran through her mind now. She thought curiously to herself:
[purple]"Who is this young man?"[/purple]
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Post by Sven & Hermes on Apr 25, 2012 14:10:25 GMT -5
Sven didn't need to be an expert to see that the dragon's wings were completely beyond repair. One's leathery membranes were almost shredded, the other almost cleaved into two pieces. Sven heaved a sigh to himself - it looked like he had landed himself another removal. And once again Hermes wasn't here to serve as support.
Sven turned after cleaning away cuts and tending to the broken horns. He looked at Caedence, who was in turn watching him work. His face showed many expressions - apologetic, pain and sadness, disgust and maybe a hint of anger that still resided in him from before.
"...I'm sorry." He started, only wishing that the circumstance could spell the news out, but one could never be sure. "Your dragon isn't going to be able to fly anymore." Even though he said this in common tongue, he was certain the golden-yellow dragon behind him would understand what he meant, if he hadn't already. Dragons weren't stupid, Sven knew this.
He turned once more towards the dragon he was about to perform on, gazing at it's sorry state. Something pained him at the pitiful scene, a majestic creature being struck down. If he was in this state in the wild, he would probably die. A downed Dragon is a dead dragon, the old sayings say.
"This might get... Disturbing." Sven warned as he knelt into the red mud, sullying his trousers in the process. He decided he would start with the worst wing, so that the pain when working on the second wing would be... tolerable. He craned his next to look at the orange eye, still full of life, though evident the agony. "This is going to hurt... You might want to brace yourself." He said, switching to Dragonese. He didn't know if the girl behind him knew the language or not, but he did this more out of respect to the dragon than anything else.
Sven withdrew his scale knife, almost a thin tear-drop shape, that gleaned a navy hue in the light, almost pitch black otherwise. The wing was so damaged, Sven intended to remove the entire limb. His jaw clamped tightly as he began the operation, oftentimes having to use his own weight to try and pin the dragon down as it thrashed in reaction.
"Be Brave." Sven said through gritted teeth, taking a moment to pat the beast on the neck. Dragons were a lot different to humans, that he could agree on. He looked back to the girl.
"Could you help me keep your dragon calm?" He pleaded, then sighed. Even in this mental state he was in, he couldn't bear go without names no longer. "...What's your name?... What's his name?" He patted the dragon in reassurance once more, the smooth scales also calming him down a bit as he continued the operation.
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Post by Caedence Weostan on May 26, 2012 0:12:02 GMT -5
Caedence's heart jumped to her throat as the young man told her Smudge wouldn't be able to fly again and a tear trickled down her face as she was told it might get disturbing. For a minute she was almost frozen in shock. She didn't know what to think or say or do.
She stared down at her navy skirt, bent knees folded under it as ske knelt. Her trembling hands clasped together in her lap as shaky breaths shuddered out of her. She drank in the moment like it was some kind of unpleasant tasting medicine. She took in everything- the smell of smoke and death that hung in the air, the damp soil beneath her, the overcast grey sky spent on the downpour, the acute feeling of personal failure. This was not at all the kind of adventure Caedence had come looking for. She tried to push all the emotion away and focus on the task at hand.
As she observed the male who was looking Smudge over to try and help, she noticed him speaking to the Nadder. But not just speaking, he was acatually speaking to the dragon. She realized he could converse in dragonese. Interesting.
The girl's attention snapped back when she realized she was being adressed. She wiped a few stray tears with her sleeve and looked up. He needed help keeping him calm. She nodded and shuffled forward on her knees. She set a hand on the broken dragon's brilliantly colored scales on his wide head. She stroked the surface, attempting to calm her dragon.
Then he asked the dragon's name, as well as hers. She looked up shyly at him and said
[purple]" Oh. Uh, this is Smudge, he's my dragon. I'm... I'm Caedence Weostan. What is your name?"[/i][/purple]
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Post by Sven & Hermes on May 26, 2012 16:59:34 GMT -5
Sven allowed the conversation, as it distracted him from thinking too much of the gore which would ensue. "Caedence..." He rolled the name around on his tongue. "It sounds similar to a word I know in a foreign language, a sort of musical rhythm." Sven didn't have much of an ear for music, so he daren't enter detail.
"I'm Sven." He introduced simply, patting Smudge once more as he began to perform some procedure that would cause pain for the dragon. "There there... Smudge... It's fine, hush..."[/color] He reassured the Nadder as he grimaced at what he was doing.
"I hate this." He burst all of a sudden, fearing a painful silence, not wanting to return to the thoughts of the task at hand. He wanted to remain as disconnected as he could from this torture. "I'm sorry," He apologised almost immediately, realising it wasn't very nice to say in front of the young woman who was obviously upset about her dragon. "I'm not used to warfare... I'm not born of Viking blood."
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Post by Caedence Weostan on May 27, 2012 21:59:28 GMT -5
She tried to feign a smile in reply to his comment her name. She murmured a bashful thank you in reply. Next he told her his own name. Sven. Caedence nodded trying to be amiable rather than sober, yet finding it quite impossible.
[purple]"Hello, Sven."[/purple]
She continued to observe as he worked out Smudge and muttered to him in dragon tongue. She furrowed her eye brows as she thought about being able to converse with the beasts, it could be frightening and amazing.
Caedence was rather taken aback at his next comment. She tried to form some kind of sentence but only succeded in staring starkly at him, unsure what to do. Honestly, it was rather abrupt and downright rude. She wasn't sure what to do. After a moment, he apologized. She nodded.
She cocked her head at him after learning he wasn't of Viking decent.
[purple]"Where are you from then? and what brings you to Berk?"[/purple]
She inquired. Now she was curious.
Before he could answer, Smudge went into a great fit of thrashing and Caedence stood up and tried to calm her nadder. She thought about how the poor thing must be so scared. She avoided looking at the bloody mess of flesh and scales where his long sparkling wings used to be. Caedence still wasn't sure if it was a good or a bad thing that she had ventured out here. It killed her to see her dragon in this state, but at the same time she wondered if Smudge would have died if she hadn't found her.
Eventually the thrashing stopped, and she returned with a curious gaze to Sven, hoping he would answer the question of his origins.
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Post by Sven & Hermes on May 28, 2012 13:03:54 GMT -5
"I'm from... somewhere south. I doubt you would have heard of it. Even I don't know where it is from here, so I can't really pinpoint on that detail..."
Sven paused for a moment, taking a few deep breaths as he observed his handiwork. The first wing was removed. It looked like the second wing wouldn't have to be removed, though it required removing all those shredded membranes and take off a few 'fingers'.
Patching up the finished side, he beckoned Caedence to the other side of the dragon's body, so they could continue to converse. Sven continued to stroke the dragon's yellow scales, before resuming his work.
"I have a dragon that's very nomadic in behaviour, and goes wherever her instincts take her. That instinct brought us here early in the year; surely you've seen me wandering the village on occasion?"
A familiar clattering of loose feather-like scales heralded the arrival of Hermes behind them. Sven pivoted a little, frowning. He wasn't going to re-kindle his previous rant about her always leaving when he needed most support.
"Speak of the devil. Cadence, this is Hermes. She's an Ambassador dragon. Very rare. Hermes, this is Caedence"
Hermes bowed her head at Caedence. "Boo." Hermes read Sven's face. She didn't understand dragonese. Hermes thus remained mute - Sven was glad of it for once, he needed to concentrate a little.
At the sight of the operation, Hermes' scales bristled, and her stomach cringed at the sight - the dragon had lost a wing, and the other severely damaged. Her double crests flattened out of sympathy. "Damn. I'm so sorry." She whispered. Hermes valued flight as a privilege and a gift, so seeing a permanently downed dragon caused her great pain.
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