A Sparkle in the Lightless Night... [[Noah]]

[tinyehp3000]

Ryan turned red and shuffled the ground, hearing the boy's words. "S-s-sort o-o-of..." he stammered, still trying to stop himself from shaking. Sort of? Who was he kidding? Ryan was half terrified out of his skin. He heard the rest of what Noah had to say; the boy half looked up and his mouth twitched into a small smile. Dusty nudged Ryan's hand in an attempt to comfort him, exhaling and giving a gentle hurr. Ryan picked his head up more and gave a small glance to the other dragon as it flew around in joyous circles.

The Brown's gaze turned back up and he huffed in amusement as the other dragon flew in circles around them. As the other dragon went closer to the mountain and farther away from the three of them, Dusty kept one eye on Noah, the other on Ryan. He'd protect them if need be. Dusty had to admit, he couldn't do much, but he'd sure try.

All of the sudden a shriek split the sky. Ryan jumped a good foot and then spun on the spot, towards where the sound came from. Dusty's ears laid back and a growl rose in his throat. The younger boy blinked, turning towards Noah, half his gaze still down. "W-w-was t-th-that y-y-your d-dr-dragon o-o-or a-a d-di-different o-on-one....?" he asked, staring wide eyed up the mountain and a sense of dread going through him.

Character Name: Ryan Simons//Dusty
Mood: Terrified//Slightly Relaxed, Amused, Protective
To: Noah the Viking
Nightrode the Wild Dragon
IC Word Count: 261

Legend:
"Ryan Speaking"
Ryan Thinking
"Dusty Speaking in Dragonese"
Dusty Thinking

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[nnghtrode]

The epic wrestle against Nightrode and the ropes came to an abrupt end when Noah untied him. the dragon stood immediately up, dazed from the sudden fall.

The two mysterious vikings stepped into the scene now, facing Noah with menacing grins.

"We don't need rights from ANYBODY, punk. So lay your sword down before you get hurt." The male viking said, getting his large Axe out.

"Life is tough... and we need gold to pay for food. These scales that dragons has are perfect, and look at those fangs! We're claiming him. So go away." The female said with a slight alluring tone, aiming her bow at Nightrode.

Still confused from the fall, Nightrode stumbled about, shaking his head. After regaining consciousness, he noticed the two strangers with a real familiar smell...

Real familiar...

It then came back to him. The same type of people that wanted him dead. The same type of people that caused him to believe every viking was bad. That stench... he'd always remember it.

Driven by hatred, Nightrode suddenly charged at them without thinking. The earth shock as his body trampled the ground.

Sadly, he rush movements caused the female viking to unleash her arrow, hitting Nightrode at his chest.

He flinched, hurt. Blood started to come out of his wound. Yelping from pain, he continued his charge, knocking the female with his body over.

Sending her away, Nightrode paid full attention to her. She was going down.

The male, scared out of his mind, looked at Noah, who still posed a threat.

"... Come get some, boy."

[tinyehp3000]

So that was his dragon. Noah sprinted off. Dusty growled and laid his ears flat. He grabbed Ryan's overly large sleeve and gave a hard yank. "Okay, yes, let's go," Ryan agreed. He attached his spear head onto his staff and Dusty took the lead, running flat out. Ryan groaned and struggled to keep up, at least a few feet behind; he was good at climbing and swimming, not running. Dusty snorted and slowed down in the slightest, another growl rising up his throat.

"What's-what's wrong?" Ryan panted, finally catching up and catching his breath. Dusty bared his teeth; it wasn't as threatening as other dragons since they were teeth made for herbivores, bur Ryan got the message. The Brown wasn't happy. There were other humans; Dusty's ears flicked and the scent of blood reached his nose. "Ohhh boy," he groaned in dragonese. He nudged Ryan forward and they continued to run. Dusty was rather happy that the human senses couldn't tell what was going on, but Ryan'd see it in a minute.

When they arrived, Ryan was near ready to just run out. It was a field, it was empty. No trees. No safety. Just more humans. Really mean looking ones. The dragon looked like he was hurt and Noah looked like he was about to face down with another human. Ryan stared at Dusty who gave an innocent sounding hurr. Just what he needed. Ryan couldn't fight for his life, and he hated violence. This was going to be interesting....

The boy got into a defensive stance with his spear infront of him; Ryan tried not to show that he was shaking, but he was scared to heck. He had never had to fight before this. Half of that was good, half of that was bad. Ah well, this experience gave him his first fight. Scratch that. Ryan wasn't going to fight; he was just going to defend himself. The boy glanced over towards Noah's dragon and the female that he had just thrown, keeping in mind Noah and the male around him.

Beside him, Dusty looked ticked and ready to fight. The Brown had bared his teeth, and his ears were flat against his head. Dusty stood half infront of Ryan and glaring at the viking that was talking to Noah.

Character Name: Ryan Simons//Dusty
Mood: Terrified//Protective
To: Noah the Viking
Nightrode the Wild Dragon
IC Word Count: 397

Legend:
"Ryan Speaking"
Ryan Thinking
"Dusty Speaking in Dragonese"
Dusty Thinking

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[nnghtrode]

The knocked female managed to strip another arrow to her bow to shoot again at Nightrode. The dragon, noticing this, flew straight up into the sky, dodging the attack gracefully.

Before she could react and/or dodge, Nightrode landed with his weight and velocity on her, causing her entire body to splat.

She was dead.

Enraged, the angry and slit eyed dragon made his way towards the male viking now, roaring in pure blissful hatred.

The male Hysterian looked confused, and yet impressed at Noah's skills, ignoring Nightrode.

"Not bad... Your skill triumphs mine, that's for sure... but... your DRAGON is a wimp. COLERA! SHOW YOURSELF!" the man yelled, taking out a whistle that made a weird high pitched sound.

Out of the blue, a grey Deadly Nadder flew down towards the four, landing right infront of the Hysterian man, shielding him.

"We can fight... after you have defeated my prized dragon!"

Colera roared fiercely at Noah, charging him immediately. Using his tail, he aggressively fired a downpour of sharpened spikes.

Seeing this, Nightrode dove infront of Noah, protecting him. All the spikes digged deep inside his side now, he flopped down, whining in pain.

"Peh... you were lucky. See how you fare against Colera anyways!"

Looking with big deluded eyes, Nightrode glanced over at Noah.

"Atleast... you are... safe..." he hurred, becoming limp due to the pain.

The Deadly Nadder shriecked, racing towards Ryan, stomping loudly.

"You seem an eeeaasyyy target, human... kehehehe!" The Nadder roared, running straight towards them.

[tinyehp3000]

Ryan would of gladly of just stepped in to be the medic after the fight was over. But no. Dusty had to tug him into the battle. He sort of felt useless, the other dragon had taken a shot for Noah and Noah was holding his own quite well. Ryan didn't think he'd have to do that much. He was beginning to think that he could just back out slowly and tend to the wounds. But no, a giant dragon had to come rushing him. The boy gripped his spear, his entire body shaking. Oh gods... he had never done this before. He had never been in a fight, nor had he ever had to defend himself like this. In all truth, he was scared to death, but he'd try his best to walk out of this alive.

Dusty roared, seeing the Natter take out the other Dragon. The brown took a nip at the Natter's leg then dashed around it and nipped at its hind legs. While Dusty ran around the beast, Ryan thrust the spear out infront of him. In all honesty, all he had ever used this spear for, was fishing. Ryan hadn't ever had to use this to fight... until now. The boy had no fighting tactics or knowledge at all. He just hoped that if the dragon struck at him, that his spear would get hit before his flesh.

Character Name: Ryan Simons//Dusty
Mood: Terrified//Protective
To: Noah the Viking
Nightrode the Wild Dragon
IC Word Count: 239

Legend:
"Ryan Speaking"
Ryan Thinking
"Dusty Speaking in Dragonese"
Dusty Thinking

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[nnghtrode]

Nightrode ceased any strong movements, retreating to just breathe. The pain was too strong for him to move.

The Nadder started stomping when noticing dusty biting, trying to get him away. Out of nervosity, he started to spew fire, aimed mostly for the sky.

"Urgh! Let go of me you tiny brown freak!" Colera roared, starting to bite down to Dusty's general direction.

The male viking was overwhelmed - his dragon seemed busy, and Noah had him secured.

"L-Look... can't we have a... t-truce?" He stuttered, out of his wits, trying to survive.

"I'll leave y-you a-all alone and y-you let me g-go..." looking back, he saw Noah's fierce look and determation... seemed like he was pissed.

"Bah... and that I have to let go such a rare dragon as him... what a shame..." Sighing, he hoped for Noah to accept the truce, wishing for himself not to die.

Meanwhile, out of his rather drunken state, Nightrode saw Ryan and Dusty overwhelmed by the Deadly Nadder. He breathed deeply in, and suddenly released a shot of half-solid poison, hitting the stomping Nadder, which roared in pain. The back of the Nadder dissolving, it retreated, flying away.

"Curse you, dragon!... You and your... weird green substance!"

Left behind was only the male viking, who was clearly in trouble.

Nightrode flopped down afterwards again. His vision grew foggy, and he started emitting weak whines. He had reached his limit.

[tinyehp3000]

Dusty leapt a foot away as he saw that the Nadder had began to spit fire. The Brown dodged out of the way as it was aimed to the sky, then fell back down. He kept on nipping, despite the Nadder's shrieked protest. Ryan looked up. Gods, he was going to die out here, wasn't he? The boy started to duck away from the falling spews of fire. Then, all of the sudden the Nadder backed off. Ryan looked up to see Noah's dragon put its head back down.

Ryan glanced over and saw that Noah had that other viking under control. Time for him to go as a medic. "Dusty stay..." he said very softly to his dragon, hoping no one else heard him. The thirteen year old gave a glance at the male viking who was speaking semi-desperatly to Noah. Dusty snorted, and gave a nod, laying his ears back and glaring up at the viking that Noah had pinned. Ryan snatched his sack off of his dragons back and went over to the fallen dragon.

"I'm not going to hurt you..." the boy said quietly, not making eye contact. He reached into the bag and took out a few sacks of herbs, along with a small water gourd and a bowl. First, the spikes needed to come out. Ryan didn't take them out though. Once the stopper was pulled, all the blood could spill out free range.

[nnghtrode]

The lavender dragon hurred weakly at Ryan, trying to sound calm and nice. He knew if Noah is fine around him, then he won't cause any harm. Besides, Dusty explained to him the whole situation they were in. They are friendly. He gasped loudly and tried to keep his breath calm, but he hiccuped alot. He was scared to his bone. Scared to die. He made no movements to cast Ryan away.

"Urgh...!" The Hysterian grunted when he got kicked harshly on the floor. His hair covered up his scarred face, as he looked back up at Noah.

"I'm glad you... urgh... agree to our truce..." He said calmly, but there was traces of fear in his voice.

Crawling backwards to make small distance, the man stood up and blew on his whistle again to call on his grey Deadly Nadder - Colera. The Nadder looked severely burned on his left side when he appeared. His meat seemed burned and rotten due to Nightrode's powerful poison. He wouldn't have long. The male Hysterian stepped on Colera, taking seat in the saddle.

"Boy, you don't KNOW what you're missing out... that there is a rare dragon... it had its home on one of the small islands we ruled, but... a blizzard basically made sure that nobody survived. How that beast came here... I have no clue. The winds were rough... it must've traveled somehow per water. I should know... I was there that time. I do remember seeing a small wyrmling hanging onto its life on a tree branch in the ocean... But it doesn't matter. That dragon won't be mine anymore." With a disappointed scowl, he patted the head of Colera, telling it to fly off.

"if we meet... trust me, you won't be so lucky." flying away, the Hysterian let out a maniacal laughter, the Nadder laughing along.

Noticing the weak pats on his head, Nightrode looked up at Noah, confused, weak and hurt. His eye lids were lowered, and deluded. He couldn't make a fight like this. He whined at his friend, giving careful and weak licks at his hand, much like a wounded dog.

"It hurts so much, master... am I going to die?" Why he called Noah "master" he didn't understand himself, but he felt like Noah was somebody close, and yet somebody better then him.

... His self esteem was always rather low.

[tinyehp3000]

Ryan really hoped he could save this dragon. Noah seemed really fond of it. If the boy couldn't fight, the least he could do was try to heal. He took out marigold, poured some water into it and started to mash it up in a small bowl with a mini pounder. Dusty, now relaxed that the danger had gone returned to his human's side. "Go get cobwebs... a lot of them..." Ryan grumbled to him, reaching into the bag and taking out two tiny seeds. Dusty flicked his ears and ran off to search.

The boy handled the two tiny black seeds with care and placed them in front of the dragon. "Eat them... They're poppy seeds," the boy said quietly. "They should help numb the pain." He looked down and continued mashing the herb, water paste. Ryan then up at the spikes in the dragon in thought. There was going to be blood involved. His stomach flipped. Ryan took off his jacket and took his staff with the spear head still attached. He quickly made it into long strips. He'd be able to make a new one... that one had been getting small on his anyway. Ryan folded them into neat, compacted squares, and dipped each one of them into the marigold, water paste. Ryan then walked up to the dragon, one of the folded up strips with the pulp in his hand.

"Ready?" he asked quietly, barley touching the shaft of the spike. "On three... one, two," and that's when he pulled. People and dragons usually got tense when three came, and the tenser you were, the more it hurt. He immediately put one of his jacket strips with the pulp facing the wound on it. The marigold would hopefully help stop the bleeding and infection.

OOC: Sorry for that wait
Character Name: Ryan Simons//Dusty
Mood: Scared, Wanting to Help//Slightly Relaxed
To: Noah the Viking
Nightrode the Wild Dragon
IC Word Count: 303

Legend:
"Ryan Speaking"
Ryan Thinking
"Dusty Speaking in Dragonese"
Dusty Thinking

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[nnghtrode]

He barely noticed both their movement. It took Nightrode some time until he figured the black seeds. Licking them up carefully with his large tongue, he put them into his maw. He had trouble eating them, as he only had sharp teeth to lacate his prey. He felt the effects very quick though, it seemed as if the spikes weren't as sharp anymore... kind of like dull knives in his body. He groaned with every breath. The pain may be ceasing, but his weakness was increasing.

He heard a boys voice talk. What did he say? The next thing he knew was that one of the spikes got removed, and something cold got replaced with it. It hurt alot, which caused him to yelp in pain... but the cooling effect helped quick.

Noticing the comforting stroke of Noah, the dragon purred, looking at him. Licking weakly his hand, he continued purring weakly. He felt safe around Noah.

[tinyehp3000]

"Good boy," Ryan said softly as the dragon went to eat the seeds. Hopefully that'd take away most of the pain and knock him out for a few hours. Dusty ran back to the field and spit out some cobwebs near Ryan. "Thanks," Ryan said, picking them up. Dusty gave Nightrode a sniff and whined. Ryan looked at him, frowning slightly. "I'm trying, boy... I'm trying..." He took the cobweb and put it over the jacket square. It stuck onto the dragon's skin, almost like a bandaid.

Ryan went around the wild dragon, pulling the spear, putting on a jacket square and then putting a cobweb or two over it. Dusty curled up, watching Ryan work. His human wasn't that best around blood, or violence at that, but he knew herbs decently. "I... I-I t-t-think t-t-that's t-th-the b-best I-I c-can d-do f-for n-now..." Ryan stammered as if just remembering that Noah was still there. The boy looked into his bag. He'd have to go get some ragwort and juniper berries.

[nnghtrode]

The poppy seeds seemed to kick in slowly. As Nightrode continued to look and listen to Noah, he felt his mind slowly but surely going away. His vision going blurry, he snuggled a bit more into Noah's grip. His breath calmed down, and his eyes slowly closed. The warmth of the fur coat reached his body, which reassured a heavy sleep...

Licking weakly at Noah's hand, he drifted off into sleep. His tongue continued to stick out...

[tinyehp3000]

Ryan looked over at Noah as he thanked him. "O-o-oh... n-n-no p-pr-problem..." he stammered quietly. Then his mind started to go in medic mode. Where to find ragwort and jupiter berries? He looked over at Dusty. The dragon had helped him gather herbs before, maybe he'd remember what they looked like. "R-Ragwort... you remember w-what those l-look l-like, right?" he asked his dragon. Dusty looked at him in confusion, snorted and then gazed back at Nightrode, a small whine going up his throat. Ryan nodded. That was fine, he'd go look. After this, he had to start to show Dusty around more herbs. The dragon was much faster on land than he was and could find things rather easily.

The boy grabbed his staff and got up. The poppy seeds would wear off in a few hours. Hopefully the body would take some time to recover, if only by a little bit. Any little bit helped. "I-I'm g-g-going t-t-to l-lo-look f-fo-for s-so-some... I-I'll b-be b-ba-back... D-Dusty... s-stay..." he stammered quietly, looking over at his dragon. The boy got up and started to walk through the fields. Dusty had come back with cobwebs in a short amount of time, so there had to be a forest of some sort somewhere around this area.

[nnghtrode]

The dragon, content let out a weak sigh whilst sleeping. His body or limbs twitched every so often - he seemed to be dreaming about something.

This peaceful sight was to be quickly ruined though.

A few small shadows raced above the still awake group away. They were a total of 5.

Hurring playfully, all of those mysterious beasts landing around them. Turns it, they were...

... Terrible Terrors.

All of them occasionally hurred. But they were distinctive to each other.

One was mainly red, with a tint of orange and black to it. He growled at them, seeming hostile.

The other one was yellow and white. He seemed to not care at all and be more fascinated about that there butterfly...

Then there was a blue one. She seemed rather despressed, and her skinny body seemed to tell a story of itself.

Then there was a green one. He immediatly went to Noah and lifted his front legs, asking for a treat and some snuggles.

The other one calmly set herself next to Dusty, giving a polite bow.

"Hello! We're the Terror Twins. We're just resting, so don't mind us."

[nnghtrode]

The green Terrible Terror rather hastingly ate the meat of piece, not wanting to give a share. Those type of dragons ARE kind of greedy, but repay it by being rather.... tame.

The blue one Noah apporached backed off - she was at the lowest chain of the troupe and didn't want to get into any trouble. Somewhat whining, she looked up at Noah.

The yellow Terrible Terror just danced off into the flowerfield, not caring about anybody. Jolly as he is, he hunted a butterfly for the fun of it.

The read, dominating and leader Terror forced its way between Noah and the blue one. Growling in a protective manner, he looked angrily at him.