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Post by PMG3E on Oct 7, 2011 16:34:46 GMT -5
Unfortunately Pickle hadn't met a soul on the way to the Dragon Fighting Arena for his more-than-once-a-week brawl with his Dragon, Trolley. They were both enthusiastic about the oncoming fight - it had rained last night, making the floor of the area slippy.
Unlocking the gates, he noticed a denting in the metal. A previous dragon had been here and must have kicked at the door rather violently. He shrugged, dragons were violent things. He allowed Trolley to enter first, and locked the gate tightly shut behind him, kicking the bent metal back into place with a hard kick.
Clapping his hands together at his dragon, hovering in the middle of the arena, waiting for him to get ready. "Let's get startin' then, shall we? On three..."
One. Pickle bent his knees, ready for whatever the dragon would have. Trolley was still hovering in the air, making no move to ready himself for battle. Two. Pickle's fists and teeth were clenched tightly together. Trolley was still showing nothing. Three!
Trolley immediately dropped from the sky, landing onto the floor with a sickening crack. Pickle leapt onto the lumpy mass, wrapping his thick arms around the beast's neck. The dragon lazily flopped over onto his back, trapping his master underneath him. Unable to move except for flailing arms and legs, Trolley gave a grumble of a laugh.
Only muffled shouts resonated from beneath the dragon's body.
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Post by Luna Heiler & Ayer on Oct 7, 2011 17:33:36 GMT -5
Luna was out for a walk on a cool breezy day. She had been cooped up in her house for the past few days. It had been really busy at her house lately, lots of patients and things to take care of. She had brought snip and snatcher, her two terrible terrors with her, they had been restless lately and could do with a little energy drainer. She walked along quickly flanked by her dragons. She walked down to the docks, and then over the bridge and around over to the training arena. There were not usually people there, but today there appeared to be someone down in the pit with a dragon. At least that was the way it sounded. " come on guys!" Luna called to snip and snatcher, who had begin to lag behind. She walked over to the edge of the rocky pit where Vikings would go to train. She peered in and saw a very large man wresting with a gronckle. It seemed to be his dragon, they defiantly knew each other. The man Didn't seem to notice her. She looked at him, he looked familiar, she had seen him around the village. She looked closer. He was getting a little crazy with his dragon, she decided to go down and check it out. She walked down the short tunnel and looked back to check that her dragons were with her, they were right behind her. She walked up to the bars and put her hands on it and yelled to get the large mans attention.
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Post by PMG3E on Oct 7, 2011 17:53:32 GMT -5
The Gronckle, upon noticing the new arrival, quickly rolled off Pickle and with a snort lifted Pickle to his feet. Pickle still hadn't noticed Luna and was putting up a defensive stance against the dragon, who was looking dumbly directly behind him towards the girl.
"Agh! Why aren't you reactin' Trolley?" He shouted, adrenaline slurring his words even further into his accent. He turned round to see what he was looking at, his vision stumbling among a girl at the gates, yelling at him to get his attention. Giving the Gronckle a stare which told Trolley to stay put, he stomped over to the girl.
"What are yer doin' here?" He recognised her as a villager, remembering she was a dragon healer of some sort. "You're that dragon 'ealer en't yer?" He folded his muscled arms and frowned. "Well, dragons don' need no healin'. They don' deserve it!" His voice was gradually raising at the thought of his hate for dragons. That was when he saw the two Terrible Terrors at her side.
With a mighty roar, he bent down, reaching his arms through the gate and snatched Snatcher before it could even react. "Bloody Terrors.. Hate 'em!!!" With another Viking war cry, he kicked the poor dragon high into the enclosure, as one might do with a rugby ball. "Take that! You son of a-" And so a stream of foul language began, ranting about how dragons were such a pain, completely ignoring Luna in his fit.
Trolley, unamused at the beating of a fellow dragon, grumbled and looked up at the terror that clung to the high railings for the fear of it's life. He looked at the little dragon as if to say 'He's always like that - get used to it'.
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Post by Luna Heiler & Ayer on Oct 11, 2011 21:43:56 GMT -5
Luna was flabberghasted when the stanger reached for snatcher and kicked him accross the area. The look of sheer shock on her face was directed at the massive man before her. He dwarfed her. He was incrediblly tall and large and muscular and rather intimidating in contrast with herself. Luna let her indignance show. She pointed away from her, back out of the arena as she looked at snip, who was happy to oblige and skitter away. As the man yelled in rage, Luna stomped quickly over her to where she could open the gate. She let herself in. Luna pulled her knife out of the brown leather pack by her side before lifting her bag over her head and taking it off her chest and dropped it on the ground. She stalked angrily over to the massive man. In her rage towards him, she didn't comprehend what a joke she proably looked like coming up against him, almost less than half his size with only a knife to arm her. But she had something he didn't. Speed. She approached him with a wild look in her eyes. He didn't even seem to notice her in his rant. So she had to get his attention someway. She brought the sharp tip of her long knife up to his face and yelled before waiting for full attention " LISTEN UP, BUDDY!!! NO ONE HURTS MY DRAGONS, GOT THAT?!!!?" she Pressed the tip into his skin, showing she wasn't afraid to use this thing. She drilled her eyes into his before thinking to herself 'what have I just gotten myself into?' as she looked up at the man and said cooly " and I don't believe we've properly met. In the future, call me Luna." her tone was even as she said this. Maybe she was being a little overprotective of snatcher, but she had started this, now she had to finish it.
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Post by PMG3E on Oct 12, 2011 10:27:19 GMT -5
Pickle nodded in satisfaction at the wonderful kick he managed to produce - and the fact that the Terror was staying put. He turned around in an instant, shocked by the shouts of the girl. She had a very loud voice for such a small girl. She let herself in and was brandishing a small knife.
Pickle, being how he is, felt no threat, even though she was armed. He willingly let her point the knife at his neck. He knew the rules of the village - killing a fellow villager would be punished by exile, or worse - death. He tauntingly bent down so she could reach his neck better. Frankly, he couldn't care less that he hurt her dragon. Shifting a quick glance up, the Terror was still wear it was. It seemed strong enough to cling to the railings, so it can't of been that hurt.
Pickle chuckled slightly as Luna's grip loosened, realising the state of affairs. He, being a warrior, was obviously much stronger and she only just realised she was fighting a losing battle (even though they weren't fighting, as Pickle would think). Her voice even softened, strong contrast between the fit of rage to a casual introduction. Pickle found this funny.
"AHHAHAHA! Y'don't 'ave no warrior's blood in yer, do yer?" He stopped. This girl was introducing herself. He shrugged at the thought, why not introduce himself either.
"Me name's Pickle." He stated blandly. He then took in a deep breath, preparing for what was to come: "Pickle Manface the Grim the Firs', with an eyepatch fer me enemys." A grumble erupted behind him from Trolley. "Agh, and tha's Trolley, short fer 'Troll Bogeys'. I didn't even want a dragon. I hate 'em!" His voice was gradually raising. "An' you. Yer wastin' our wrestlin' time!"
It was true that this event was wasting time - observing the sun, it was nearly ten o'clock. He looked at her again with small beady eyes. "So, what d'yer want? Yer must'a come 'ere fer somethin'?"
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Post by Luna Heiler & Ayer on Oct 15, 2011 1:50:53 GMT -5
Luna inwardly became rather enraged when the stranger man taunted her and had the nerve to say she didn't have warrior blood in her. Why, if he knew the truth about her lineage,he would eat those words faster than he served them out. She set her jaw and looked him in the eyes. She was proably barely intimidiating at all to him, but she could still show she wasn't afraid of him. She crossed her arms over her chest and continued to grip her knife as she stared at him with deeply furrowed brows. When he introduced himself she undid her arms and shoved a few stray strands of her feather-strewn red-blonde hair behind her ear and out of her face. She kept the defiant look on her face though. She glanced over to the gronckle as the man, who had called himself pickle, addressed him. The leathery, bumpy, brown dragon gave her and her dragon a dangerously evil look. Luna looked over at poor snatcher, who was hanging onto the bars trying to stay away from pickle and trolley,who so far had both been incredible violent, unfriendly and rude. She didn't like pickle's type. Then he started bellowing at her for interrupting their wrestling time, whatever that meant. She was very surprised at the level of disrespect pickle was showing of himself to her. She took a few steps toward the other side of the arena " I'll take my dragon back now, if you don't mind." luna said in a sarcastic and cool tone in her small voice. She mumbled sulentlyundet her breath as she stalked over to the other side.
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Post by PMG3E on Oct 15, 2011 10:01:26 GMT -5
It was Pickle's turn to fold his arms. This girl didn't appear intimidated at all! She strolled away from him, standing underneath the Trembling Terror. He looked at Trolley, who seemed to be completely absent-minded and didn't seem to care about the goings on. In fact, he was on the verge of sleeping again.
Pickle scratched his beard. That Terror was probably going to be up there for as long as they still were here. He turned to the Gronckle and shouted his name, bringing the lazy dragon back to it's senses. He had no choice, but if they wanted to be able to finish their wrestling session, he was going to have to face the impossible, and *help* a Terrible Terror.
"I can' believe I'm doin' this... Trolley, go fetch tha' stupid dragon!" He called. The dragon, with a huff, launched itself into the air, up to the Terror. The thing was almost paralyzed in fear, so Trolley had no choice but to tear it from the railing by the scruff of it's neck, and brought it down carefully and safely into Luna's arms. The Gronckle grunted, as if to say 'You're welcome'.
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