Disturbed Peace (OPEN)

[banditfly]

Milkwort wasn't sure who to look at as Wolflegs moved again to retrieve her axe. His mind couldn't decide what was more concerning, this girl's resilience that would surely only succeed in further injuring her leg or Ayamayr's intense change of behavior. However, as the girl who he was still unaware the name of lifted up her axe and faced him, he knew exactly who he should be staring at. He couldn't help the cry of surprise or his wild stumbling that caused him to trip back as the axe was flung in his direction. He could see, once recovered from the flinch, that the axe wouldn't have hit him even if he hadn't fallen. In a bit of a jolt, he suddenly realized that the girl had had no intention of actually striking J-B, even if it had seemed so. Perhaps a warning or to scare the dragon, but not to hurt him.

Without getting up, Milkwort watched as Wolf treated both her dragon and her own leg all by herself and could only wonder what kind of experiences had made her so prepared and strong in such a situation. The boy was busy watching Nayrol as the dragon stood up, still untrusting of the beasts regardless whose side they were on, and didn't notice Daevra approaching him until he heard the dull thud of the Timperjack sitting down. With a quick gasp, he jumped to his feet and backed up until his back hit a tree, which only allowed him to widen the gap about three steps.

Milkwort had no sense of reading a dragon's body language and therefore was not sure whether Daevra was snarling or grinning. He was relieved when he heard Ayamayr's voice again, in more ways than one. It sounded like she had calmed down some. He was also happy to see that they were finally going to get started in getting out of this forest and back to the village. What he wouldn't give right now for some hot tea and a warm bath. He had to stare unresponsive for a moment at Ayamayr's outstretched hand.

Did she want him to get on the dragon? And fly with it? Well, from what he had said he supposed it might have sounded like he wanted to go on Daevra, too, and in all honesty he really hadn't been thinking about it all the way through. Of course flying Daevra out of here would mean getting on his back and ascending several feet in the air where the ground was just a quick bone crushing freefall away.

This choice of accepting Ayamayr's hand and mounting Daevra's back was about more than just his fear of flying, however--at least, to him. In the short time he had spoken to her, Ayamayr had just shown a side to her that he could safely assume she didn't often. Right now she seemed to be back to normal, though she stilled seemed unhappy--but who wouldn't be in a situation like this? Milkwort would have liked to call Ayamayr his friend. He would like to talk to her again some other time under better circumstances. Whether she ever wanted to even see him again after all his dragon had caused was unknown to him, but at this moment he felt somehow that his chances of retaining his friendship with Ayamayr stood in the balance of whether or not he took her hand. It wasn't about flying or getting out of here before nightfall; it was about showing Ayamayr that he trusted her and still wanted to talk with her again.

A whole minute might have passed before Milkwort finally took her hand. He tried to smile, but it came out crooked, as he heaved up. He had no idea what the proper way to mount a dragon was, as he had never willingly done it before. They told students several times in training how to do it, but he had never payed attention, so sure he would never need to know. He tried to follow Ayamayr's guidance and settled down behind her, feeling terrible precarious. He wasn't sure where to put his hands and for now left them on his lap. "N-Not so fast, okay?" He stuttered, feeling pathetic but too nervous to keep it hidden.

He cast a glance toward Wolflegs and Nayrol. For a second he wondered if they would try to fly, too. If her dragon was as immune to pain as Wolf was, he half expected they would. Regardless, he still felt bad leaving her there. What if it was the shock making her so seemingly tolerant to pain and soon she would faint? Leaving and getting help would probably be faster and less risky than carrying the girl through the forest, though. They really had no choice and he would just have to ignore the twinge of guilt for now.

[wolfheart]

Wolf watched, a little sadly, as Milk climbed on to Aya's dragon. The girl had been talking evilly just a moment before, yet now he was getting on a dragon with her! She shook her head. Some people were completely insane. She stepped forward, about to tell Milk what Nayrol had heard, when a silver claw caught her shoulder. It was Nai. He was looking at her, his yellow eyes knowing. He nodded at the pair. They were both safe, Aya looking tired, Milk scared, but both would be fine. With a sigh, Wolf called out "It's ok, I'll make it back..." before turning round and walking off.

Nai watched as Wolf came back down. He knew she would never leave him, but that was her only way home. His wing still hurt badly. Nai sniffed, distraught that he couldn't fly his master home. His legs stung painfully from the bites. He slowly gathered up leaves, trying to make a shelter for the night.

Wolf was sitting on a boulder, deep in thought. She had come out today, full of hope and happiness, only to find herself wounded, her dragon unable to fly. She wished she was back at home. No, she wished that she was on the volcano again, where she met her very first outcast. Haki could have killed her, but he didn't. She could have killed him. In fact, she pretended to throw a knife at him. That was how Nai had got injured. She kicked to floor. It was unfair. Why did she have to be the friendless one? She didn't want friends anyway, but everyone normally avoided her. Even Madhawk. Her eyes stung as she remembered the only one who would speak to her. Now he ignored her. She didn't know why. She came from a different place, and even though she vowed never to go back, even though she had a silver Monstrous Nightmare that she could control, nobody liked her.

Nai saw Wolflegs kicking the ground, and he picked her up and dropped her on his back. He showed her the crude shelter he had made. It was pretty rubbish, but they could fit. There was a big green boulder next to it. Nai stopped. Boulders weren't green. Wolf looked at it curiously.

A thought suddenly occurred to Wolf, and she jumped on Nayrol, urging him forward. He bounded over to Milk and Aya, keeping weight off of his bad wing. "Hey Milk!" Wolf shouted, blocking their way with her dragon. "What about Jerk and Bully? You know, your dragon." Nai purred, glad the dragons needed attention. He glanced at Milk, shooting out a puff of purple smoke. This human seemed not to care about his dragon. How dare he!

((Sorry this took SO LONG to get up. The internet here fails D:))

[aya]

«« tell me i'm frozen but what can i do? »»
«« can't tell the reasons i did it for you »»

a y a m a y r  &  d a e v r a

  After helping haul Milkwort to Daevra’s back, Ayamayr felt rather flustered of the happening, since she had never let anyone straddle the spine of her dragon before. She could already sense the odd closure behind her, not unlike being in the midst of a crowd. Though as soon as the thought came she shooed it away, given that this particular moment was only to achieve the fastest route to the village available to them. But the feeling was reoccurring.
  Remembering Milkwort’s seeming incapability with dragons, she half-twisted in her seat as to have said individual in her sight. ”Uh, you might want to hang on to something…,” she advised; her statement even more the truth after noticing his withdrawn attitude and his hands anxiously close to his person.

  Daevra tilted his long head to the side at the sight of Nayrol and his master relocating in front of him, as if to disallow his flight run. He second guessed their action, since it really wasn’t difficult to launch him and the humans, mounted on his back, far enough into the immediate air as to permit his oversized wings to beat. He knew he could, since his legs had hurled his mass almost vertically many times prior. Although upon noticing the squirming and constant movement on his ridged back, he realized that having another passenger—at least that one in particular—would need a more gentle takeoff than that of a drastic leap directly into the sky. A rush of heat blew from his nostrils at the fact.
  He quirked his scaly brow at Nayrol’s acknowledgement to Jerk and Bully’s absence. Of which the silver Timperjack most certainly accounted, but he wasn’t about to troop through the forest looking for the Zippleback—Jerk and Bully had left of their own choice and Daevra had all intentions of respecting their decision by not intruding on the fellow dragon.

  Catching the sound of a snort, Ayamayr leaned forward slightly, against her dragon’s smooth neck and tried to peer up to him, as to question him of his annoyance by a glance. However she soon realized what may be at fault when she spotted, in her peripheral, the other silver dragon affronting the group. She didn’t show it physically—she merely righted herself on the Timperjack’s back—but inwardly she could sense Daevra’s slight irritation and why. She wasn’t eager to fly—that is, she didn’t not want to—but it was obvious that returning to Berk and informing a villager of Wolflegs’ condition, should it still be one.

«« when lies turn into truth i sacrificed for you »»
«« you say that i'm frozen but what can i do? »»

[[ Sorry for the long wait… ToT I had lost the file and I spent so long trying to find it(I think I gave it a random title… prolly might have gotten deleted… >.<) until I gave up rewrote from memory… DDDDX Grrrr… it was originally soooo much better ToT ]]
[[[ also, how will this thread end? ‘Cuz it seems rather close to it…. ]]]

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[banditfly]

Milkwort tried to control his breathing through his nose. Or was he supposed to do it through his mouth? What was the best way to control his heart from beating a hole straight through is chest? He hardly believed where he was. Maybe that was the best method; denial. He wasn't really perched on the back of a dragon right now. He wasn't really about to ascend into a merciless sky and sore over an unforgiving ground at a high speed. Hell, he wasn't even in a forest at night with two girls and their dragons dirty and bloody because of his stupid dragon's poor social skills. No. He was at home, lying in his bed--or feeding the small, flightless baby dragons his mother bred. He was safe and warm and comfortable and...

Oh, what was the use? No matter how much he tried to envision himself in a happier place, his mind still returned to reality like a cold punch in the face. This was really happening and no amount of denial was going to change that. Ayamayr's remark about holding onto something certainly did nothing to sooth his nerves. He glanced about the dragon's back stiffly. There wasn't much to grab onto... except the spikes along Daevra's back, between two of which he was uncomfortable situated. He placed a hand on the one in front of him, though he really didn't want to touch it. Simply being on the dragon was closer than he ever wanted to be to one. He gave a shaky sigh and waited for the Timperjack to take off, trying not to anticipate falling off.

An involuntary wave of relief flooded over him when the silver Nightmare suddenly moved in front of Daevra with the intention of stopping him from taking off. What the girl on its back--whose name he still did not remember but could guess she was a classmate considering she knew his name--said, however, bartered a completely different emotion out of him. Despite the overwhelming fear threatening to envelope his entire being at the prospect of flying right now, he couldn't help a grimace at the reminder of his dragon and, moreso, the concern for the two-headed menace.

Milkwort had to look away for a few seconds, glaring at nothing. He wanted to say something mean. Something to express the unbelievable frustration he felt for that Hideous Zippleback right now--the hatred he had felt for it ever since his father gave it to him. He had never felt so much anger toward one living being in his life and it made him want to retaliate. He was usually a very gentle and passive person, but that dragon gave way to a side of him he did think existed.

However, regardless of the anger that burned in his heart when he thought about J-B, it wasn't in his nature to be mean, especially toward another person. His expression softened and he looked back at Wolf tiredly. "I don't know... It can do what it wants," he replied in a monotonous tone. Truthfully he hoped the dragon would stay gone; just disappear and never come back. Then he would never have to worry about dealing with its terrorizing antics ever again. He could find himself a nice, small, flightless dragon and never have to feel the fear of the inevitability of flight again. The thought made him relax some, but there still remained a small edge of guilt.

Guilt for the dragon itself, or what destruction it might cause on its own? Probably the latter. The boy was so lost in thought right now that he forgot all about being on a dragon's back about to take off and felt the calmest he ever had this close to one.

((Hmm... who knows? When they get back to the village, I guess. Unless we want to RP Wolflegs getting rescued))

[wolfheart]

Wolf was shocked to hear the casual response to his dragon. She shrugged. I was obvious he didn't care. She nodded and slowly led Nayrol away from them. Maybe she was wrong about him.

Nai felt his wing. Wolf had platered it up well. He was sure it would be fine. Wolf climbed onto her beloved dragon's head. There was only one thing on her mind. Madhawk.
She kicked her dragon and he launched himself into the sky. Both with their minds somewhere else, they slowly made their way into the scarlet sunset.

[banditfly]

((Wolf... J-B left. He's not there anymore nor is he unconscious))

[wolfheart]

((oh damn. I didn't see that. Ok, I take it this thread is done?))

[banditfly]

((What? No. I still want to RP Milk's reaction to flying on Daevra. Like you said, one more post each or more if we want. This is a random spot to leave off))

[aya]

«« tell me i'm frozen but what can i do? »»
«« can't tell the reasons i did it for you »»

a y a m a y r  &  d a e v r a

  Ayamayr was compelled to turn in her seat again at Milkwort’s decreasing favor of the situation, but remained where she was. To initially console—inform would be a better term—him of the need to hang on for dear life, as he seemed to take it up as, wasn’t quite what her intentions were, and she inwardly pounded a fist on an imaginary surface in her frustration at not remembering Milkwort’s inconvenient fear of flying when choosing her wording. But she tried to let the matter go, as it was too late—for her, at least, since she knew she couldn’t muster the will to face the boy sitting behind her again. At this realization she mentally berated herself for being so shy around people, so introverted. So terrible at speeches and general talking in front of a group, how she would always fumble over her own words and her cheeks blossom a vivid red at her embarrassment. Yet she continued with it regardless of her mishaps. She knew this, though still didn’t account it as a superior trait—no matter how it actually was. Nor did she realize such either. In all veracity she believed such to be an annoying fault of hers, one that wouldn’t leave her to be and let her stop mid-way just so she can be out of the spot light even sooner. The life of a celebrity wasn’t what she wanted, as she would say, but she couldn’t deny that being noticed, at least once, set her in a good mood indefinitely.
  Her thoughts were interrupted by a grumble in front of her, and she perked her head up to face Daevra, who had his neck twisted around to see his passengers. His expression worried her—or perhaps annoyed her. His sapphire orbs bore into her dulling purple ones, which she knew that only a second before hers were glazed over due to her sequence of belittling reflections. He always seemed to know what she was thinking, but he never mentioned anything of it. But of that, she was appreciative of.
  Her mind cleared of her downgrading thoughts, she firmly patted Daevra on his neck, signaling him to face away—as to leave her be—and begin their flight home.

  Daevra smoothly worked his neck around to its normal straight and high, but not without a fleeting and concerned glance at his rider. He always looked out for her, though this time he wasn’t sure what to do—then again, this dilemma wasn’t the first. It worried him to no end that Ayamayr may be suffering internally. Not to mention it clouded his thoughts. Even so to a point he was frustrated and forgot one certain Viking-in-Training…
  Eager to return to Berk and glad that Wolflegs and Nayrol were from his take-off area, Daevra cocked his legs and curved his lean body lower, prepping his muscles and ensuring his own body was ready. Well, as ready as he could be, since his wings still ached from the Zippleback’s thrashing teeth. But in a sudden instant, he was relieved of the tension and felt the refreshing rush of air against his scales. Without looking down Daevra knew he was several stories from the ground he once stood on already. The wind brushing his face was so much of a relief that he blocked out everything else, should there be an utter from his passengers he didn’t listen. This instant was too much of an uplifting to worry of another. Besides, he knew Ayamayr didn’t want him to constantly fret over her—though he couldn’t help it a majority of the time—and he was going to take her word for such. Just this once.

  What is he…? Ayamayr began to ponder, though was cut off as Daevra leaped vertically into the air, his wings folded close. Her head was low, as to be clear of the harsh drafts due to their ascent. Jeez, Dae…, she inwardly groaned at her dragon’s forgetfulness. She hoped Milkwort had taken her advice and hung on. Though this time, “for dear life” would be rather appropriate.

«« when lies turn into truth i sacrificed for you »»
«« you say that i'm frozen but what can i do? »»

[[ Since Dae kinda screwed that up, possibly another post or two from each? Should be good enough to appropriately conclude… Or more if Wolf is still on location and possibly needed rescuing? ]]

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[banditfly]

((At this point, I'm completely disregarding Wolf's last post until she fixes it. I'm sure just a few more posts will do and then we can end))

Milkwort was distracted. His mind was still on his disappeared dragon and the insufferable unhappiness the destructive beast caused him. How nice it would be to finally replace it. He would no longer have to bear with the taunts and nips and every time the Zippleback grabbed his shirt and lifted him in the air only to drop him hard on his bum. He would no longer have to lose sleep worrying anxiously what horrors tomorrow would bring with J-B's unpredictable antics. No more would he have to incessantly fear the next time he would be taken against his will hundreds of feet into the sky flying erratically at a blinding speed where the fear would be so unbearable that he would become momentarily stunned.

Milkwort stared absently at the dark and silent forest ahead. Please don't come back.

Suddenly he jerked and snapped back to reality. Daevra was preparing to take off and before Milkwort could even feel the jolt of fear, they were in the air. The strong winds buffeting down on him as they ascended made him hunch over and closed his eyes tight. He clung to the spike in front of him until his fingers hurt, but there was no friction and he lost his grip immediately. With his panic rising, desperation drove the boy to latch onto the only thing in sight. He could hardly take to time to wonder what Ayamayr would think when he threw his arms around her torso and pressed himself up against her back. All he could think about was the wind and the air and the sky and the ground becoming smaller and smaller below them.

He manged not to cry out, but that might simply have been because of the sheer suddenness of their take off. He could feel the adrenaline pumping through his body faster and faster and he had to closed his eyes to stop himself from looking down and driving himself into another useless almost comatose state. I'm not going to fall. I'm not going to fall. I'm not... Somehow, as he held on for dear life to the girl he barely knew in front of him, the rush was actually beginning to slow. He felt the warmth of Ayamayr's back and the soft wind as the Timperjack's flight was stabilized. With each deep breath, his pounding heart slowed just a smidge.

Slowly he opened his eyes and looked at the fading sun within the horizon, though he dared not look down in fear that his panic would return. It was then that he noticed how tightly he was holding on to Ayamayr. He loosened his grip around her stomach slightly, but didn't remove his arms. "I-I'm sorry. I don't think I can let go," he stammered apologetically. It was a miracle itself that he could make intelligible words so high in the air. The fear was still there, but it was now a small ember of what used to be a massive forest fire. Regardless, Milkwort still couldn't wait for the moment they landed.

[wolfheart]

((Since Nai and Wolf are already quite far away, this will be my last post. But feel free to carry on. )

As Nayrol flew silently toward the village, Wolf felt a twinge of pain in her leg. She looked at it. The wind was making the cast rattle and shake. Trying to ignore the pain, she turned round and looked at Daevra. She could just see Milk and Aya on his back. Milk was... was he hugging Aya?

Suddenly Wolf felt very alone. The cold whipped around her, as if mocking her. An amused shout from the village snapped her out of her thoughts. Madhawk. Did she like him? Sadly, she remembered Haki. Being friends with an outcast was dangerous. She could get killed for it. But she didn't care.

Nai looked at his master, confused. What was she thinking about. The silver Nightmare nudged Wolf. She smiled. "Really? You sure?"she asked. He nodded. She quickly kissed his nose before he turned back round, allowing her to climb onto his head. She threw her arms out. "Ready? Three... two...one..." Nai jerked his head upwards and Wolf soared off in a shaky dive. She fell downwards, begging to spin, laughing and swearing at the top of her voice. Smiling to himself, Nayrol plunged downward after her.

[aya]

«« tell me i'm frozen but what can i do? »»
«« can't tell the reasons i did it for you »»

a y a m a y r  &  d a e v r a

  Despite Daevra's sudden change of plan, Ayamayr still enjoyed the wind as it whirled by. The chilled afternoon air brushed her face and tousled her hair, alleviating her momentarily of her woes with its soothing cool wisps. Her indigo orbs stared up to the sky above, though locked on the sunset. Its golden hue indefinitely calmed her more. Her Timperjack--her best friend--beat his strong wings against the air, providing a rhythm she had heard so many a time, though nevertheless enjoyed in each and every instance. Her eyelids lowered slightly at the sensations. The dazzling saffron radiance, the surrounding tempo, the delightfully overwhelming rush of the wind, and, above all, she was finally going...
  "What the?" she involuntarily questioned to no one in particular, the event causing her lose her thought. She glanced down as to see what... was... holding her? Arms...?
  "M-Milk?!" Ayamayr impossibly and abruptly exclaimed, surprising herself that she could even utter more than a whisper due to her shocked and embarrassed state. She felt her cheeks burn against the chilly atmosphere. The closure around her stomach terribly unnerved her, having been so afraid of such... intimate contact, even though such was not the objective. At least she hopes.
  As Daevra steadied and leveled his flight, Ayamayr was--under normal circumstances, strangely--glad at the event. She could assume, hopefully, that the invasion of her comfortable space would cease. She assumed as much, at least. But remembering Milkwort's aerophobia, she supposed that such a predicament would be therapeutic for not only the male clinging to her but for her as well. So she wanted and tried to let it go, as it was clearly of no attempt of an, albeit cheap, pass on her.
  At Milkwort's apology, she responded with a soft and barely audible "Okay." She wished she could speak more, at least another word, but the phrase was lost to her before she could even say it. She even knew that the relationship was completely platonic, but nothing could evoke a sound.

  Currently oblivious to the two humans straddling him, Daevra zealously soared through the air as he headed back to the village. Flight always uplifted his mood, even twirling about made his spirits rise. But considering the weakened state of his wings, he begrudgingly decided against such stunts for sake of Ayamayr chiding him by reopening and worsening his wounds.
  Within minutes the village was in view and the Timperjack began to descend. Closing in, he felt the tree tops graze his feet. Glancing down at this, he reminded himself that it was about time to go on a "tree-cutting" spree and he smiled at the thought.
  The silver dragon landed, somewhat roughly, in the center of the village, the only spot large enough to accommodate for his wing span and draft. He lowered himself to where his torso lie flat against the ground as to provide the shorted drop-off he could give for his riders. Then he folded his wings, away from the humans so they could not harm themselves against his sharp scales.

«« when lies turn into truth i sacrificed for you »»
«« you say that i'm frozen but what can i do? »»

[[ Lol, I have a peculiar muse... probably since I just got done posting as my masochistic freak on another site xD Heheh... poor Ayamayr... sooo inexperienced xDD And omigosh I spammed the crud out the ellipses in this one... >.<]]

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