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Post by authore on Mar 3, 2013 16:02:37 GMT -5
DATE & TIME : August 1st in the early afternoon WEATHER CONDITIONS : Warm with a cool breeze CHARACTERS INVOLVED : Sylvus and anyone else who wants to join~ PREVIOUS THREADS ? n/a Normally, Sylvus would be hunting at this time of day and, in fact, she had been hunting not ten minutes ago. Her father had always told her not to leave her kill for a moment, or else she’d lose it, but she’d taken the risk to go after a particularly juicy looking fox. The fuzzy, orange creature had managed to evade her, but when she’d returned to the pile of fish she’d left…It was gone.
The dragon let out a groan. How had she been so stupid? She should have just eaten what she’d caught right away. Maybe whoever had taken it hadn’t eaten it yet though? The dragon lifted her nose to the air and sniffed. The fishy smell was hard to miss, and she was soon following the trail into the forest. There was another scent intermingled with the fish, but she couldn’t quite place it…Odd footprints scattered the ground too…Much smaller than her own and shaped like a bean. She frowned and continued forward, being very quiet just in case the thief was close by.
Sylvus soon found the trail leading her into a part of the forest she did not recognize. This place was filled with scents of different dragons. She started to contemplate whether it was safe to keep going, whether it was worth it to keep following the trail…But she wanted her fish back! It wasn’t long before she saw the trees beginning to thin and finally came out into a clearing.
What she saw completely baffled her. Structures made of wood and metal stood in a treeless place. Dragons were all over, dragons of all different species. What was most confusing were the hairless, well, semi-hairless creatures that roamed between the wooden structures. The fish scent lead down there though, and while she figured her quest was now hopeless, what with all of those fish-eating dragons down there, she continued on. The dragon crept forward, moving down the hill and keeping low to the ground and behind shrubbery so she–hopefully–wouldn’t be seen.
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Post by authore on Mar 12, 2013 6:50:50 GMT -5
(No one?)
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Post by Meko on Mar 19, 2013 6:04:02 GMT -5
The young Changewing had been rather bored of late. After all the events the previous month things in her mind had turned to pondering. She had been spending allot more of her time in the Viking Village, watching the way the humans acted. She was still wild, but as ever.... Curious. Meko had been sat upon the top of one of the buildings looking over the village. Her scales blended in to perfectly match the shingles of the roof, making her appear almost invisible. She was rather happy splayed out like that, soaking up the rays of the sun. She was pretty sure she had found the warmest place in this cold island to sit. Every now and then she would see another dragon fly by. Nadders, Gronckles, Nightmares... She had even seen a hole gang of Terrors causing quite a mischief.
The lazy Changewing yawned out, showing off her sharp teeth before she let herself slide from the roof and onto the ground, her scales changing as she moved to continuously match her back ground to keep her looking invisible. She was hungry once again. She would need to find something to eat soon... Heck it had been a really long time since she had last had anything to eat... A hole hour ago! Meko started to sniff at the air. She would not be able to get into the store house again. Last time she had been captured and taken to that damn dungeon like place by that woman with the burns. Not to mention she was attacked by that Nadder because she thought Meko had framed her. So of late Meko had taken to stealing from houses instead. But such small meals where not to her standard. She needed something much, much more.
She could smell fish in the air. The boats by the harbor where bringing in a new catch... It would be a dangerous venture to try and steal some of there catch. But now she had a taste for fish in her mind.
Meko's eyes glanced around for a moment and she noticed a Viking taking some fish in from the woods. What was he doing with fish from the woods?... It was not like they grew on trees. Maybe he had been fishing at a lake? Meko started to move closer, following him for a moment before he vanished in a crowed of people. In a huff she decided to sniff back the way he had come from. If there was fish in the river she thought he had caught them in, maybe she could catch herself some.
As she sniffed at the ground she had stopped looking at where she was going, and it was not like anyone would see her anyway. She was as good as invisible. Suddenly she felt weight on her tail as she pondered past a bush. Struggling a little she could not seem to get away. Glancing back she saw Sylvus's paw upon her tail. Meko growled a little, not taking into thought that Sylvus could not actually see her, let alone know she was on Meko's tail. Green acid bubbled up inside Meko's mouth before she suddenly spat it out at the shrubbery. Causing it to suddenly dissolve to a patch of goo. "Get off my tail!"[/b] Meko shouted. Still invisible to the naked eye.
((OOC: I hope you don't mind me jumping in. :3)
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Post by liska on Mar 19, 2013 19:12:11 GMT -5
The black-scaled Western Dragon opened a yellow-golden eye at the sound of the disturbance. It wasn't usually a time for sleeping, especially for the towering female, but she was tired for no good reason today, so had decided to take a mid-day nap. Obviously, her plans had been cut short. To her, it sounded like someone had tried to steal something that belonged to someone else. Of course.
Normally, Liskiarinara wouldn't have bothered herself with it. But she wasn't going to get her sleep until the two quarrelsome dragons resolved their differences. With a grumbling sigh, she heaved herself up and cocked her head slightly, trying to discern where the sounds of disagreement were coming from. After listening for a few more moments, she headed in that direction, not bothering to take off. It was almost impossible for her to take off in the forested areas nowdays anyway, and from the sound of it...oh dear. Some dragon with fish for brains how roused a fuss in the Viking village. That changed the Western's mind.
At 1,300 years old, Liska was hardly young, but she still loved to show off occasionally, especially for Vikings. Down by the river was a clear area just big enough for her to take off. Once she arrived, she preformed a spectacular takeoff and banked steeply, turning towards the village- Berk, as the Western had come to know it. Circling low, her eyes swept the place the Vikings called home for the source of the disturbance.
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