Ore Struck [Kenna, Pickle, Stormy, OPEN?]

[storm]

Storm slid backwards from the hit, and she knew she will get some bruising from that. Along with the punch in the face. Again. With her teeth bared, she let out a wild roar. She pushed back the gronckle, focusing the air around her into a high powered jet of invisible force. With her wings tight to her body, Storm shot forwards and slammed head on into the gronckle, pushing the beast onto the ground.

She shot out of the cave, but she didnt leave. Storm circled around the mountain, high out of range of view of humans, and inside the clouds. She would wait for one of the humans, hopefully the female. Something began to sting in her stomach area. The smell of sour dragon blood was in the air of the clouds, and she looked down.

The pickaxe, which Kenna had dropped, she must have landed on it. It was lodged in her underside. She was loosing blood, and she had just realized that the tool was there. It was stuck deep, soaked in blood and probably not going to move.

She started to feel lightheaded from blood loss, and began to plummet out of the sky. She tried to fly straight, but it wasn't working. She managed to rip the pickaxe from her stomach, but she landed onto the cave ledge with a thud. She was breathing heavily, blood pooling at her open stomach. Her head lied on the ground, staring off into the forest. The blood began to clot, and she began to stop bleeding.

She clung to consciousness, those black waves creeping in at the edge of her vision. She was an easy target, but she knew that the gronckle would probably leave her alone, seeing on how she was beginning to feint.

(OOC; Not very happy with this post x.x)

[PMG3E]

Trolley grunted in relief as the Galewing fled, landing on a nearby mountain. To the humans, it was just a mere silhouette. After the initial shock of the dragon's abrupt departure, a small chuckle could be heard from Pickle Manface.The chuckle crescendoed into a full out laugh.

"Ha ha! We did it, yer great sausage!" He marched over to Trolley's side, about to pet him, when he noticed Kenna in the corner of his eye. The potential stroking turned into a heavy slap on the dragon's back. Trolley paid no attention, except for a rolling of the eyes which the viking did not notice.

However, he noticed the splatters of blood where the dragon had landed, and Kenna was no longer wielding her pick axe. Turning to the silhouette on the mountainside, he raised his fist menacingly.

"Yer may've lost! But yer don' steal our pickaxes!" He bellowed. He doubted the dragon could even hear him over any winds that may be passing overhead, even if the dragon could see him to start with.

Pickle doubted the dragon would come back, for it would be unwise for it return in it's presumed state. Unless it had a personality like Pickle, though. For the meantime, Pickle ordered Trolley to resume it's guarding post, just in case the Galewing returned. The viking entered the cave were Kenna was, and handed her his pickaxe for the time being. Sure, there were extra pickaxes, but Pickle had to show his awesome manly-ness somehow.

"Here yer go, Kenna. If that dragon comes back, it better bring back that pickaxe!"

[Kenna & Fenrir]

There was a slight silence before Mr Pickles started to laugh. It increased in volume with effective speed into a guffaw. He walked over to his dragon and slapped his dragon. Kenna smiled slightly at the two of them. She couldn’t argue that they weren’t good.

He then shouted out at the now missing dragon about the fact her pickaxe was gone. Slightly not getting the point, Kenna thought to herself, that dragon took it probably because I’d accidently lodged in it…I hope it’s not in too much danger.

Mr Pickles walked back to Kenna and passed her his Pickaxe in a nonchalant manner, which made her giggle slightly. They walked along the path back through the caves, Pickles going into the quarters as she walked further in. Kenna started to think back a bit. That dragon hadn’t understood her, she said it right. Why did she keep mucking up on her dragonese. She didn’t understand why. The language that Fens and she had been using was basically dragonese. All it is is squeaks and clicks.

Maybe that was the problem, maybe she kept mixing in her own one with dragonese. She needed to practice a bit more then. She looked back; Kenna was already nearly out of sight of the outside. They might still get problems but she was sure that Trolley and Mr Pickles would be able to sort them out. They were very helpful with things like that. He’d always been.

(OOC: If anyone want’s to continue this thread I don’t mind, but I think this is probably a good point to end it.)