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Post by Clockwork on Jun 30, 2013 23:42:52 GMT -5
Date: july 13
Time: about 2:00 in the afternoon
Conditions: smoldering hot day with no clouds at all
Those involved: any human who wants a free (moody) dragon.
Clockwork grumbled angrily. He'd been dragged from his stall znd tied to a post in the hot sun all morning. It was almost two and it was blazing hot. The sun scortching his back and heating the metal covering the right side of his face and his leg. The halter tied around his face wouldnt give at all when he pulled. It was chained to the post and the post had been there for ever. No one would want him. He was mangled, scarred up and missing a log and almost an entire half of his face. No rider wanted a messed up dragon.
He growled as the old man who'd had him for so many years passed. He stood and jerked back on the post, the chain rattleing back as he gave up. He ploped back down. His tail whiping around and smashing the "for sale" sighn. The old man kept walking back and forth shouting. "free dragon. Just take him."
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Post by REDKITEBAIT on Jul 1, 2013 15:35:26 GMT -5
AdminNote: Just to let you know the minimum word count is 200
Also I don't think it gets 'scorching' hot on Berk, since it's like... Scandinavian climate :/ The highest temperatures will be around 25ish degrees Celsius.
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Post by Irrite Furlong on Jul 3, 2013 11:13:18 GMT -5
Irrite had been laxing about, the garden was finished being watered and was currently taking in the uncommon sunbeams. It usually didn't get this hot on Berk. Well the weather wasn't his business so he was forced to endure the heat. The boy walked around the Main Village, hopefully to find some interest in the place. Maybe he could watch Camo or Venny do one of their pranks again. Then he remembered the duo took the day off since the heat was too much for them.
The ViT had spotted a unusual sight. It was some old guy shouting 'free dragon'. Irrite's eyes laid on the dragon, he had to admit that the dragon probably had better days. Blinking, he wondered if he should take up on the offer, then again, that dragon looked kind of miserable. Shuffling nervous, he decided to take him and just probably set him free or something.
Walking over to the old man, Irrite crossed his arms. "I'll take him," he said with a friendly smile. He honestly didn't mind those nasty details of the dragon, beside, it indicated he was tough right? Maybe he could be scarier than Fluffy if he tried hard enough. Okay maybe not scary, beside he didn't even know what the dragon's personality was like yet anyways.
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Post by Clockwork on Jul 10, 2013 16:57:03 GMT -5
(oops sorry! Thanks for not killing the newbie mr. Noce admin!)
Clockwork's head rose as he looked at the human willing to claim him. He snorted before stubornly setting his head back down. "The he shall be yours! I just cant take care of him anymore." Clockwork was jerked from his place in the dirt as the man untied him and pulled on the rope untill he stood. He pulled back in anger, giving an angry snarl. His jagged teeth showing, the teeth on one side of his face were capped with the metal mask he wore to hold the glass eye in.
He reared up in a stuborn display of power, his tatered, scarred wings fanning out. He roared at the old man in rage. He hated that old man with every thing he had. Forgetting to feed him half the time, never even spending the time to even pet him. He hadn't been riden in ages. Not since argmarus died and left him to this god forsaken man! He could barely remember the name that the girl he was hatched for gave him anymore. Maybe it started with an "A"? All he knew now was the word the man used to discribe him. "clockwork dragon".
He slammed his front end down to the earth, stomping his metal hind leg into the dirt and he glared at the boy, challange him as if to say "i dare you to try." but with one jerk to the leadrope he was snapped back into submission. He gave a look to the boy again. Maybe this could be a good thing.
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Post by Irrite Furlong on Jul 11, 2013 15:24:12 GMT -5
Oh no, the dragon was stubborn of sorts. Well he lived with stubborn vikings so it shouldn't be too hard. He felt pity for the dragon however, the old man couldn't take care of him anymore. And it was obvious that he didn't with all those nasty details the dragon had. He would have to figure out how to deal with it.
Enduring the roar that the dragon had for the old man, Irrite could easily see that they had some sort of hated relationship. He was going to make sure that he would make the mistake that old fart did. Beside it would be nice to make a friend, and this dragon looked like he needed one.
He slammed his legs into the dirt, it looked like he was challenging him. Irrite raised his hands in defense. "Hey, no worries, I'm friendly," he said with a friendly smile, along with some nervousness mixed into it. "Thanks, does he have a name?" Irrite asked the old man. He wasn't the best at naming thing, and they tended to be immature.
Shuffling in place, Irrite predicted all the problems that he would have with this dragon. Of course there would be some bites, and other injuries. Maybe he could practice healing himself anyways.
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Post by Clockwork on Jul 14, 2013 12:41:41 GMT -5
Clockwork gave an irritated growl. "The man who gave him to me died before he could tell me his name. So i've just called him Clockwork." the old man jarred his head down to try to pet him. Hoping he'd set still for once. Clockwrok hissed and snapped at his hand, jagged teeth clamping shut on air. He remembered how many times that hand had been raised at him and then forgot to feed him. How long he'd been locked in a stall, for days and weeks on end.
He gave one last look to the boy with his real eye. The false red one seemed to stare deep into him as well. He'd backed away from his challange. He was then faced with a desision. Stay with the master that treated him like an old forgoten toy, or leave with a mysterious new master hs didn't know. Clockwork gave a snort and took a step forward stopibg along side the boy, but giveing him a look that screamed 'dont touch me.'
"oh and one more thing about him. Dont lose that half of his face." He shrugged." He wont let anyone touch it and it hasnt come off in years. Ive never seen what was under it." He tried to take off Clockwork's mask but the dragon stepped back snorting, smoke escapeing his nostrils. A small flare of fire escapeing his mouth. Then man backed off once more. He'd already made the mistake of trying to remove it. The skin around the smask was baddly scard and rough, no telling what was under it. Clockwork turned back to Irite, snorted and lowered his head. He'd give this boy a try.
(ooc: oh om going to post in the plotting thing cause i justbhad a brain baby for a BEAUTIFUL dragon-rider relationship in the future! Plz look asap!)
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Post by Irrite Furlong on Jul 16, 2013 10:54:33 GMT -5
Clockwork, for multiple reasons, that fitted this particular dragon. Then again, he was part metal and looked like some dragon in the future, which was radical. As Irrite had inspected, Clockwork had hated this old guy to the maximum. This old person must had mistreated him. By mistreated he really meant tortured. And that word fitted this situation from his perspective perfectly.
Irrite stood perfectly still and calm as he managed as he was glared down on by Clockwork. Now he knew that he wasn't going to be the best master, but he would try to at least become a decent friend. Apparently Clockwork had took the risk of him messing up this whole friend business. Not that Irrite was about to pet him just yet, his instincts told him not to touch him.
"Lose? Aha, I'm a bit too afraid to try anything too rude with him. Besides I'm sure his mask is his own business," Irrite laughed. Also it was obvious that there wasn't that much trust yet, since they had just met and all. Clocked had lowered his head, and Irrite knew exactly what to do. And that was uh.... Placing his hand on the dragon's head, slooooowly and gently.
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Post by Clockwork on Jul 16, 2013 20:13:37 GMT -5
Clockwork snorted as he watched the boy extend his hand. At first he took a step back to avoid the touch, however then the idea of possibly finding a right master... He smelt the boy's hand to memorize his sent. He then carefully nudged the good side of his face into his hand. The ridges of the scars that stretched from under his mask and over his face felt way rougher than the scales on his back. But the big scar from under his mask was swirled and callused, the tell-tale signs of being burned alive.
He gave a grunt before pulling back and turning his body to stand behind Irrite. Hissing at his former master.he then looked back to his young Master, waiting to see if they'd go home or if he'd try to ride him. He wasn't nessicarily sure about being ridden yet.the idea scared him in a way. He didn't want someone on his back were they could reach all his vital veins and organs! No way!
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Post by Irrite Furlong on Jul 19, 2013 11:54:58 GMT -5
Irrite could easily describe the touch as rough, and a bit terrifying. However Irrite had managed to survive it and no one was actually injured. There were many scars as the boy could tell, scars of mystery, pain, and more types of memories which Irrite was sure that Clockwork didn't want to share with. The scar which the ViT would describe under the mask was burnt. Truly a nasty sight.
Clockwork had swirled around to stand behind him. Sweeeet! Irrite had waved at the old man, "Thanks sir! I'll be sure to take care of him!" He chirped with confidence. Guessing that they both weren't ready for take off, Irrite decided to just take him home and give him the tour. Hopefully he wouldn't get pestered by some of the dragons the Sharpblades had. They were friendly enough, and hopefully had common sense. "Well Clockwork, let's get moving," Irrite said with a smile as he walked in a reasonable pace toward his residence.
"You might want to meet the rest if you're with me," Irrite explained sheepishly. He wasn't sure how his forced companion would react to Clockwork. Maybe jealousy and disbelief? Those he could totally believe. He wasn't so sure about her dragon though, he could never put Camo's personality in words.
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Post by Clockwork on Jul 19, 2013 13:34:28 GMT -5
Clockwork followed the boy, his head low and relaxed. His wing folded up and tight against his back. He could only see a part of Irrite because of his good eye but atleast he was were he could see him. He honnestly didn't know what to think of him. Confidance with people but sheepish around dragons. Must be a noob. He predicted by the way he carried himself he hadn't really had a dragn of his own. But, he reminded him of someone.
Kanaya. Not near as bubbly but yes, the boy did remind him of the girl he was hatched specificly for. He picked his head up alittle higher. Maybe this really wouldn't be so bad. But then again, whatif he saw what was under his mask? What if he saw the horrible wounds that resided beneath it? What if he saw and didn't want him anymore? He shook his head at the thought. Hopefully this wouldn't be true. And hopefully the mask would never come off.
' You may want to meet the rest if your with me'. He stopped for a moment. Other dragons? Great. What if one of them knocked his mask off? Just perfect. He'd just have to stick it out but he really didn't feel comfitorble with a possiblity of being at the bottom of some scaley dog-pile.
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