Post by atlanta on Nov 3, 2010 18:00:21 GMT -5
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
The steady footfalls sounded on the hardening forest floor, mud starting to cake together for the rain. Atlanta started to zone out, feet hitting the forest path carved by her timberjack dragon, Fang. It was a path that she could practically run with her eyes closed, and one that she was well-accustomed to running. Every day at the start of dawn, she left the village in her sturdiest moccasins and began her customary run through the nearby forest. Such stories wrapped around the place, so many memories that didn't belong to her. Here was where Toothless fell from the sky, and there where Hiccup released him from the ropes.
Atlanta focused on breathing, trying to shut out the thoughts that always interrupted her exercise. I wonder how Hiccup felt, that day that Toothless growled at him in warning? Was he afraid? Would Hiccup fear blood as foolishly as I do? She began to scowl, and shook her head to clear the foolish thoughts. She would be a Viking, even if it was the hardest thing she'd ever have to do.
The steady rhythm of wings stroked above her, and she glanced up at the dark green dragon above her. Fang's eyes were glanced down to her, and seeing her troubled expression, he flew down to meet her. Blinking slowly, he waited for her to voice her thoughts. Atlanta shook her head.
"I don't want to talk about it Fang. Dwelling on a thought only makes the problem bigger." Fang rolled his eyes and approached her. The girl hopped upon his back and took off into the sky, her run completed for the day. There was something so peaceful about the air, and the feeling of being enveloped in it from atop the trees. The dragon alighted on the thickest middle branch of the nearby tree, sinking his sharp claws into the bark for a grip. It was a position that relaxed him, and the feeling of wood beneath the timberjack's daggers made him close his eyes in pleasure. Perched horizontal to the tree, Atlanta clambered up further on Fang's back until she came to sit on the branch.
The sound of other footfalls beneath the tree made her look toward Fang. Who was down there, and why were they out so far into the woods?
Thud.
Thud.
The steady footfalls sounded on the hardening forest floor, mud starting to cake together for the rain. Atlanta started to zone out, feet hitting the forest path carved by her timberjack dragon, Fang. It was a path that she could practically run with her eyes closed, and one that she was well-accustomed to running. Every day at the start of dawn, she left the village in her sturdiest moccasins and began her customary run through the nearby forest. Such stories wrapped around the place, so many memories that didn't belong to her. Here was where Toothless fell from the sky, and there where Hiccup released him from the ropes.
Atlanta focused on breathing, trying to shut out the thoughts that always interrupted her exercise. I wonder how Hiccup felt, that day that Toothless growled at him in warning? Was he afraid? Would Hiccup fear blood as foolishly as I do? She began to scowl, and shook her head to clear the foolish thoughts. She would be a Viking, even if it was the hardest thing she'd ever have to do.
The steady rhythm of wings stroked above her, and she glanced up at the dark green dragon above her. Fang's eyes were glanced down to her, and seeing her troubled expression, he flew down to meet her. Blinking slowly, he waited for her to voice her thoughts. Atlanta shook her head.
"I don't want to talk about it Fang. Dwelling on a thought only makes the problem bigger." Fang rolled his eyes and approached her. The girl hopped upon his back and took off into the sky, her run completed for the day. There was something so peaceful about the air, and the feeling of being enveloped in it from atop the trees. The dragon alighted on the thickest middle branch of the nearby tree, sinking his sharp claws into the bark for a grip. It was a position that relaxed him, and the feeling of wood beneath the timberjack's daggers made him close his eyes in pleasure. Perched horizontal to the tree, Atlanta clambered up further on Fang's back until she came to sit on the branch.
The sound of other footfalls beneath the tree made her look toward Fang. Who was down there, and why were they out so far into the woods?