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Post by Dodger on Apr 12, 2013 5:42:46 GMT -5
DATE & TIME : 23/08, around 3 AM.
WEATHER CONDITIONS : Some clouds, but with a visible half moon (unless there is an official moon stance I missed). A bit cold for the time of the year. No rain, but some wind dragging light fog in from the sea.
CHARACTERS INVOLVED : Dodger, (Venny and) Camo, open for anyone interested.
PREVIOUS THREADS ? None.
It was a night like many others. Like twice every month, the moon was trying to look like half of it got eaten by some sort of giant Gronckle, and the fog was desperately trying to protect the poor ground from that sight, in vain of course. In the tall grass and the forests around the village all sorts of bugs were happily buzzing, jumping, flying, and since this was Berk, lighting themselves on fire. Some rodents were carefully making their round for this evening, always watchful for death from above. But the only death even close to above them was not paying attention. He was going for a more substantial catch tonight. Fishing was hard work in summer, when the water was warmer and the fish were quicker.
Sure, Dodger could still catch them, fishing was pretty much his species specialty, but why bother? For the humans this time of year was the easiest part. They were clever creatures, lots of foresight, they'd pick a piece of land, guard it all year, and when summer came those places would overburden them with fresh fruit and young but meaty animals. Such an amazing knowledge of which trees to guard and which animals to catch, they're almost as clever as dragons in that aspect.
But there was of course an even easier way than waiting a whole year for your fresh food to arrive, and that was to simply find it when it's ready to eat. And this time of year, the human villages were a good place to find food. Especially the villages of these vikings. Where Dodger came from the people lived mostly on fish, giving them the same problem the Goblingrinders faced, but here... Here the villagers seemed to be clueless what to do with all that food. If you were really lucky, you might find a bag of fresh goodies that someone just left near the entrance of a house, but even when you were not, there were plenty of bags and barrels full of stuff that the humans were done with, which they would only reuse by throwing it back onto the fields, or as bait for fishing. Well, tonight it was going to be bait for a dragon.
Two men walked past, seemingly quite happy. There was nobody behind them, and no other suspicious sounds anywhere close. So Dodger went in. He gently galloped through the village, going straight for one of the biggest houses, because that's where the real jackpots usually were. "Ahah," he thought, "a bag of fish heads. What are they thinking, if we throw it back the rest of the fish will grow back?" Dodger knew the vikings wouldn't think that, they obviously knew how bait worked, but it was more fun to think these things anyway. "Now, let's pick this bag up, and see if the next house has anything to go with it. I'm hungry.", Dodger thought, as he slipped onto the neighboring property. "Ah, what do we have here..."
(Note: most of this is actions and environmental elements intertwined, I didn't find it very useful to start putting asterisk's throughout. Just note that none of it is spoken.)
(Also note: open to anyone, party is this thread!)
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Post by Venny and Camo on Apr 12, 2013 17:01:35 GMT -5
((What's that? A party in this thread? Oooo lettme barge in!))
Camo had lingered around the roof of the Sharpblade Residence, Blazes, Daisy, and Tuna had taken liking to the soft grass so this time the roof has his for the taking. Normally Camo would had slept inside with Venny, but apparently studying on the roof was not a good idea. Now the Viking in Training was fast asleep, serves her right, she hasn't slept in a while now. The Changewing looked over the village, the night was pretty, vikings roamed around, and most were now asleep.
The chirping of bugs rang around the village, it was peaceful sounding honestly. Soon Camo heard the rustling of grass, his antennas stiffened as he slowly crawled over to the edge of the thatched roof. Camouflaging into the color of the night, he peeked over to see what had entered his territory. The dragon had guessed it was some Terrible Terror or some curious vikings. He squinted his eyes to get a better look at the stranger.
Oh, a Goblingrinder... Gnomegrabber? Species names were always confusing, who came up with those names? Whatever, he didn't look all that threatening looking. "Are you looking for something dear friend?"[/i] Camo asked in a smug tone. He crawled down from the roof still camouflaging himself with his scales. "I doubt you would find anything all that valuable there."[/i]
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Post by Dodger on Apr 13, 2013 4:19:22 GMT -5
Dodger looked up, and thought something to the effect of "Dragonese, Barbaric accent, doesn't sound very small, no visible source. Since there's a roof in the direction that came from, that doesn't narrow it down very much." He briefly considered reacting aggressively, but quickly decided to go with the fun option. He put his bag of fish heads down, making sure that it was easy to grab if his escape artist act became needed. Then, in a mildly innocent voice he spoke up: "No? It looked like a good spot to start looking, but obviously you are the expert here." Less innocently, he then added "So where would one look for the good stuff?" As he waited for the response, his ears and eyes were on full alert for any hint of where, what and who his conversational partner was. He was kind of hoping the mysterious other was as smug as its tone of voice suggested. Normally he was quite happy dealing with the sort of aggressive dragons that just ran at everyone invading their territory, they were honest about what they were, and weren't arrogant or pompous about it. But while Goblingrinders were excellently at home in the night, up against what probably was a larger dragon, on terrain his opponent was quite possibly intimately familiar with, Dodger would rather talk some more than get attacked immediately. Besides, he hadn't had a lot of good conversations lately, he could use a chance to either chat a bit or practice his sharpness of tongue.
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Post by Venny and Camo on Apr 13, 2013 11:30:46 GMT -5
Camo watched as the Goblingrinder placed the bag he had down. The Changewing could care less about it honestly, whatever this creature looted was already in the stranger's possession. As soon as this other dragon started speaking in a more or less innocent tone of voice, Camo rolled his eyes at the act.
Listening closely, Camo had thought that the Goblingrinder had demanded him to tell him where the good stuff was at. That was probably what he said anyways, he wasn't paying attention at all now. Camo had reached the bottom, feeling the grass beneath his claws, but what fun would he have if he got caught now? "Well if you wanted the more... delicate food items, I'd try inside the house and not outside. However the fish in the rivers and streams seem less of a hassle."[/i] Camo flicked his tail as he sneaked around the other dragon.
"But... Maybe if you ask nicely I might get you some from my household."[/i] The Changewing snickered. His antennas and tail curled with amusement as he waited for an answer. "Now I would have eaten you, but you're quite lucky I'm on a diet."[/i] He joked with his returning smug tone.
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Post by Dodger on Apr 14, 2013 5:31:41 GMT -5
"Right, a Changewing, of course," Dodger thought. "He thinks he's invisible. And he is, but that doesn't mean I can't tell where his voice is coming from. The bozo probably thinks he has me completely outgunned and scared. I could just make a run for it and go through another part of the village in an hour, but someone here seems almost desperate to get his ego dented. That roof the voice had come from the first time, that was probably his household, as he had called it. Challenge accepted. Then again, they wouldn't just have left a window open..."
"You would have eaten me?" He started in a surprised tone, careful to not look straight at where the Changewing was talking. He continued in a more mocking tone:"Sounds like your household doesn't have much worth taking, if you need to scavenge for scraps." Then Dodger waited, ears at their sharpest, hoping that his remarks would have the intended effect...
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Post by Venny and Camo on Apr 14, 2013 12:02:53 GMT -5
Camo had probably guessed this dragon knew what he was up against, a great Changewing such as him. He took awhile to respond to his smug remark about eating him, to be honest Camo preferred fish and chicken over small dragons. Too tasteless, not that he had ever eaten another dragon before. Just heard it from other dragons passing by.
Camo listened to the reply that the Goblingrinder had, he wasn't enraged but quite insulted. The Sharpblade residence had a bunch of food, good food in fact."Well now looks who's talking. I can easily get my own food that are well enough not to be scraps."[/i] He scoffed, having his scales change to his usual orange. "I'm simply trying to be polite and treat the guests with respect. Yes even you dragons that scavenge around for the edible trash."[/i]
The Changewing had flicked his tail again, "So what, do you want to leave or stay for breakfast? It's pathetic seeing others rummage around in garbage."[/i] Perhaps maybe this Goblingrinder might stay and actually become friendly, Camo always enjoyed some company. By company he means people that didn't force him to do pranks, and dragons that didn't make fun of his size.
(psssst the word count has to be over 200 words, just a heads up C: )
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Post by Dodger on Apr 15, 2013 2:42:15 GMT -5
It was almost disappointing. Dodger had almost counted on the dragon trying to be creepy by suddenly speaking up close behind him. Instead, he was actually talking to him.
"How long have you lived here?" Dodger asked. The Changewing in front of him certainly didn't look like he was bred in captivity. Dodger wouldn't have been able to put his finger on any of the many little details that gave this away (light scarring from the kind of play-fighting that gets broken up and discouraged amongst tame dragons, small growth deformities due to harsh times with less food, more careful movement etc etc), but he could see it from the complete picture.
"You see, the thing I never get about humans is that they guard their food all year long, sometimes even more than they can possibly eat, yet ones it's in their village they threat it so carelessly, and a bit wasteful, if I may say so. To me, this here is a quick meal. It would have been nice to find some good meat right of the bone, but this isn't bad. I will enjoy it, and I won't go hungry until this afternoon, by which time I will look for some wild fruit in the forest, or maybe I'll go hunting for small mammals there."
By this time, Dodger had pretty much stopped antagonizing the Changewing, instead continuing with curiosity: "My parents went fishing all the time, their parents went fishing all the time, but they all lived in a place where that was the easiest way to get fed. Out here, especially in the summer, I'm enjoying the diversity. You are different. I can insult you by referring to myself as scraps, by simply suggesting that what you call food does not meet your own standards for quality. I can't figure this out, but perhaps you could tell me: how did that happen?"
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Post by Venny and Camo on Apr 16, 2013 19:40:55 GMT -5
Camo raised a questionable brow at the sudden question on how long he resided here. Tilting his head in while in thought, he replied: "I would say too long, but I believe I have stayed here for a reasonable amount of time. Perhaps five or six human years?"[/i] Now thinking about it, that was short for a Changewing yet he held numerous memories with the household and the society. Clearly it was better than his previous life in the wildness.
Once hearing about the humans guard their food (which was more than they could chew down), the Changewing had to agree. "It appears so doesn't it? Well I can't say that the humans are all that intelligence. But what I can say is that they prefer everything convenient. That and they are too careless as you said. Wasting food."[/i] He gave a disappointed sigh at his statement.
Once the Goblingrinder got confused about his small reply about scraps and inquired about it, Camo gave a equally puzzled expression. It soon turned back to smug as he snickered. "Perhaps your tongue has me confused. But what I meant by that scrap and food bit was, well,"[/i] he paused to let out another snicker. "Ah what's the word, guests? Friends? Well either one of those terms works I suppose. Since you refer to yourself as 'scraps', I guess there are 'high quality desserts' around right? Now which type of dragon, or human for that matter, would you have choose?"[/i]
Camo flexed his claws as he continued with his little explanation. "Certainly you're worth more than some scraps if you know the basics of a conversation. But no manners on asking for names, hmm?"[/i]
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Post by Dodger on Apr 17, 2013 3:55:30 GMT -5
"Ah, you're twisting my words already, I can appreciate that in a person. Either that, or you were inviting me to go hunt for humans, which could probably be a lot of fun but isn't really my cup of tea." Dodger briefly paused.
"My point is though: you miss it. Not enough to give up your comfortable bed and tame human, something I can't really blame you for to be honest, but enough to bother you. Tell you what: coming in to the island here I've spotted a group of boar, which you probably know much more about than I do. They're bigger than me, and fat in this time of year, and they all stick together with the meanest and ugliest ones in front. And there's bound to be a lot of them, since I really didn't search that well yet. I was going to go after one of them ones the moon was at its smallest, to get the most out of my night vision, but for a big fellow like yourself a little obstacle like that shouldn't be much of a problem, right?"
Dodger heard something, and looked around shortly in response. "I'm going to be blunt, and not stay for breakfast. Too many humans here, and I haven't seen enough of them yet to predict their reactions. But if you want, we could meet up some other evening and have ourselves a boar hunting party. If you've got any friends around here they're welcome, the more the merrier, I'd say. And maybe then we can talk some more about our favorite types of human. I must say I haven't got too much experience with these 'viking' folks yet, so you're bound to have a few tales that surprise me."
He thought about it for a moment, to make sure he wasn't forgetting anything, then he moved on. "For now, I think I'd better start getting out of here. I'm taking these heads right here, and whatever is producing that awefullytastic smell of onions and garlic over there. That's gotta be so bad it's good."
Another short pause, Dodger decided he had let the Changewing wait long enough for the answer he had really asked for: "The name is Dodger by the way, since you so subtly asked. Yeah, I know, it's the kind of name hundreders [OOC]dragon teenagers[/OOC] give each other, but I grew attached to it. May I know yours?"
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Post by Venny and Camo on Apr 17, 2013 16:29:12 GMT -5
"Hunting for humans? Hah, don't make me laugh,"[/i] Camo chuckled at the Goblingrinder's comment on hunting humans. Camo raised another brow once the other dragon went on about boars this time of year. The Changewing had guessed this was a way of inviting someone to hunt down for lunch. "Hmm, the dark? An obstacle? Please I think you're forgetting I am a Changewing."[/i] Camo snickered in pride, obviously he didn't the aid of the night to hide himself. No he had the amazing ability to change colors and blend in with nature's finest trees. Although he often dozed off while being camouflaged for a long amount of time.
His antennas slightly flinched at the noises that some nearby humans had made, it appears that the Goblingrinder's time was running up if he didn't want to be caught. The other dragon had spoke about inviting some other dragons if he wanted to, honestly Camo hadn't interacted with most dragons quite yet. They were too busy with their bundles of joy called 'Vikings in Training'. "A boar hunting party hm? I doubt I can bring in my human, but I'll see what I can do with inviting some..."[/i] He briefly paused, flexing his claws once more. "Other dragons... But let's not keep your hopes up on them coming. The dragons here are quite crankier than others,"[/i] he chuckled.
Camo gave a small friendly snicker at the Goblingrinder's comment about the smell of food he was soon going to steal. It was probably something that failed to be in the Sharpblade Feast, that being said, that was coming soon. Shaking his head on the current matter, he watched as the other dragon scurry off. He stopped however and replied to Camo's question that he had asked. "Dodger... Fits your personality,"[/i] he snickered as he climbed back up on the roof. "Camo. Don't wear it out,"[/i] he said simply as he went out of sight.
((Well since this is around the end of Dodger's and Camo's interaction, would you like to make another thread with the boar hunting or simply time skip here?))
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Post by Dodger on Apr 18, 2013 2:01:30 GMT -5
"So, Camo huh? You could have gotten worse..." He paused shortly. "So I'll see you tomorrow then? Say just as the night starts getting lighter, on the north side of that rocky peak there?" Dodger said. After awaiting the Changewing's response, he took his bag of fish heads to the mystery bag, took a few sniffs and picked it up. He looked back, and then started of on a slow running pace towards the edge of the village. Going into the tall plant life, he took a final glance over his shoulder.
It was still dark in the forest, and you could still hear all the bugs and rodents scurrying about their daily business. But there was a new sound too, the sound of a small dragon happily eating a strange viking stew while thinking about what just happened. "Maybe one day I should tame myself a human too. It could come in handy." Then he added to himself, jokingly: "I just don't think I'm ready for the responsibility yet"
As the sun came up today, a figure was gliding low across the ground, up into the woods and mountains of Berk. He could use some of those wild fruits for desert, and maybe he could sneak another quick look at those boar...
[OOC]We could do either. I felt like it was out of character for Dodger to just stay in the village like that, but I was trying to get some more connections going. If Camo doesn't have any dragons he'd typically invite for something like this, maybe we could recruit one or two wild dragons to accidentally run into us, if any are interested? If so, we should probably make it a new thread, otherwise things might get confusing. If we/you want to involve others, we should probably make a plotting thread (or reuse the one I set up about what later became this thread), if not we can start up a new topic right away, or just continue in this one.[/OOC]
[more OOC]P.S. Getting to two hundred words is hard when writing a footnote. My defense is that I still easily make the mark on average.[/more OOC]
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Post by Venny and Camo on Apr 20, 2013 12:37:15 GMT -5
((Aha well Im not yet going to reply yet, but I do agree that we should recruit a few other dragons! But yeah we can end this thread, plot in the plot boards, and make up a new thread! (so it's not confusing as you said) That being said, you can go ahead and post up the thread idea so that other people can join in! C: ))
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