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Post by Ulrika on Dec 30, 2011 11:11:31 GMT -5
DATE & TIME: 21/5
CHARACTERS INVOLVED: Ulrika and Sven
PREVIOUS THREADS? Fieldwork
Ulrika was trudging through the woods today. The forest was still damp from yesterday's rain, so the humid atmosphere intensified the smell of pine and made the forest floor a little misty around the viking girl's ankles here and there. This was the only time Ulrika liked the forest - she preferred being up high on the coastline where the wind could fly around her and feel closest to being airborne as she could get.
She walked along dreamily, thinking back to that feeling. Weaving in and out of the trees, she paid no attention to where she was going, just allowing the hues of greens and browns sink in like a colourful, moving tapestry.
Until she bumped into someone.
Snapping out of her daze, she looked up to see a young man, a lot taller than herself. He had a mess of brown hair and a measly excuse for a beard in her opinion, compared to the fine hangings of hair back in the village. He had eyes almost as green as the forest around them. His outfit was foreign however, and alarm bells began ringing in her mind.
"An outsider!" She exclaimed, staring in admiration, completely forgetting to apologise. Taking a few steps back, she took a good look at him. "We're not really supposed to talk to strangers, but you look so weak I bet I could easy take you out! What are you doing here, anyway!"
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Post by Sven & Hermes on Dec 30, 2011 11:47:30 GMT -5
Sven was walking back from his adventure, pretty amazed that he had met a 'legendary' dragon, that could shapeshift into a human form. After the encounter, Hermes was all in a huff about the situation. Where they came from, despite terrible fighting skills, Ambassador dragons were considered as 'second in command' to some dragon 'god', a belief that circulated around the region.
Sven wasn't really looking were he was going; too busy scribbling extra information and his thoughts about the dragon. After tripping over several roots and stones, he finally bumped into a different obstacle - a little girl. She had almost fallen to the floor from the knock, and quickly caught her before she fell.
"I'm sor-"Sven was interrupted by a loud gasp before he could even apologise.
"An outsider!"
Sven rubbed the back of his head in confusion. He mentally shrugged, realising that most of the Vikings in the village weren't exactly polite themselves. He tried to speak again, but was immediately cut off by the little girl who spoke about not talking to strangers, and claiming him to be weak. He smiled, an idea coming to mind.
"You think I'm weak? I happen to be a travelling dragonologist, and has a truly awesome dragon that could contest the 'oh so fearsome' Night Fury'?" Sven challenged, putting a sarcastic accent on the last part, as if to belittle the fearsome dragon that he had heard so many stories about, but not yet seen. At least this would up Hermes' spirits a little, flickering shadows here and there betraying her presence, circling above.
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Post by Ulrika on Jan 1, 2012 16:21:24 GMT -5
"A dragonologist?" She folded her arms. She had heard of a dragonologist in the village. "Like Cataract? Hmm..." Ulrika didn't buy Sven's remark. The rumours and myths that surrounded Night Furies made them terrifying, even in these times when dragons were now friendly to humans. Nothing could be worse than a Night Fury, surely? She herself had not yet seen a Night Fury, so only had the legends to fuel her understanding. Did she believe that Night Furies were unholy offspring of lightning and Death itself? Yes she did.
A shadow trailed over the forest floor, moving in and out the trees. Was this the creature that Sven as talking about? Was it invisible? She looked up, but was unable to see anything through the canopy of pine trees. Maybe he owned a Night Fury?
Just then, leaves scattered a way behind Sven, and a wonderful creature dropped from the sky, landing gracefully behind them with just the right amount of coolness. The creature raised it's head, looking at the duo, and delicately folding it's feather-like wings. It was almost like a sleek aero-dynamic horse in stature, and it was now coming closer and closer...
"Cool...." Ulrika mumbled, as the dragon approached right behind Sven, behind several heads taller than him. The dragon draped it's neck over Sven's shoulder, intelligent eyes staring right into her soul.
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Post by Sven & Hermes on Jan 7, 2012 16:38:37 GMT -5
Sven heard a light thud behind him, signalling Hermes' return. He smirked as Ulrika's overconfident attitude turned into admiration. When Hermes rested her head on his shoulder, he raised a hand to her cheek, scratching the smooth surface affectionately.
"I introduce you to Hermes. She's an Ambassador dragon. Not very common." With that, Hermes grunted. It was her safe way of making a greeting, since neither of them knew whether this little girl spoke Dragonese or not. "And my name is Sven. Sven Drake. What's yours?" With that, he gave a short bow, out of etiquette.
The little girl appeared almost petrified in awe. Or Sven mistook it for fear, he didn't know. Giving a little motion to the beast beside him, Hermes backed down and turned away. She laid down further away, rewarding herself a little snooze. Hermes decided it was best to give the two humans some space.
Turning away to see what Hermes was doing, he returned his gaze back to Ulrika. She seemed around old enough for the village to deem her capable of taming a dragon herself. With that, he asked:
"Do you have a dragon of your own?" With that question, Ulrika appeared a little sullen.
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Post by Ulrika on Feb 14, 2012 7:55:25 GMT -5
Ulrika frowned, shuffling her feet. She was still a Viking-In-Training, and hadn't mastered how to get a dragon to trust her. For the most part, they would be offended by the girl's attempts to tame a dragon.
"No..." She mumbled. "I don't know what kind of dragon to get!" She excused, not wanting to appear weak or incapable of training dragons. Hermes snorted in the background, making her frown even more. She wasn't even talking to the dragon and it wasn't pleased!
An idea flickered in Ulrika's mind. "Heyy! I know! You know lots of dragons. You could show me which dragons are the coolest!" She exclaimed. That way, she would know what type of dragon to look for when she somehow managed to perfect her non-existant dragon-taming abilities.
"Could you? Could you?" She asked eagerly, almost bouncing on the tips of her toes.
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Post by Sven & Hermes on Mar 25, 2012 14:23:49 GMT -5
Sven smiled at the child's enthusiasm. She definitely had an interest in dragons, no doubt about it. Hermes snorted in the background at her first remark. She would do the same thing when making a pitiful excuse, so from that he realised there was something more than meets the eye. She was obviously concerned that she didn't have a dragon to call her own.
He pulled out his notebook from a pocket inside of his jacket. "Of course!" He replied, "Although to be honest, all dragons are 'cool'." Making his way to a nearby rock, he leaned against it, beckoning Ulrika to his side. "What kind of dragon most piques your interest?" He asked.
Listening to her response, he began flicking through his notebook for suitable candidates. Everyone had their own idea of what was 'cool', so Sven tried to match his first impressions with a dragon.
"What about Deadly Nadder? They're fast and have apparently the hottest fire known?"
Ulrika shook her head.
"Gronckle? They-"
Ulrika stopped him before he could continue. He considered talking about rare dragons, but he knew that the chances of even seeing some of them dragons would be very slim.
"How about Ambassador?" At this, Ulrika was more intrigued, inciting him further. Hermes also seemed interested, raising her glossy head from her resting spot. Sven smiled. "Like Hermes here; an Ambassador. I should warn you though, these guys are insanely rare."
He made his way to a nearby rock, and propped himself upon it, Ulrika coming next to him as he began to talk all about his companion, showing her sketches he had drawn, and the story of how they met.
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