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Post by arthapenn on May 13, 2013 22:20:06 GMT 8
Narration: This is Berk. For generations it was Vikings versus dragons. The battle was ferocious then one day, everything changed. I met Toothless and together we show people here that instead of fighting dragons, we can ride them! Play with them, train with them!
Gikin rolls her eyes at the young storyteller, and retorts, "Yeah right! Where is your precious dragon now? Are you sure we can ride dragons? I hear there are wild dragons out there, and I have no intention of riding one."
The storyteller replies, "Toothless is being sociable with his friends. He will not find a mate, even after ten years. He does not want to be alone again, so he went along with his friends. Yes you can ride dragons. There are some who cannot be ridden, as they are too small. You are right, Gikin. There are wild dragons out there. I am sorry to hear the Devillish Delight killed your parents."
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Post by Storm on May 13, 2013 22:26:30 GMT 8
A young, male Devilish Delight was enjoying the sun while he had it. Sciyon lay sprawled out on The Dragon Nest. The dragon lay in a perfect spot for sunning himself, and for the time being was simply regaining energy so that he could resume his play.
Sciyon's wings were spread out as well, his scales being warmed by the faint sun. It was rather relaxing, and the Devilish Delight would soon be up and about, most likely causing mischief.
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Post by boltskrill on May 15, 2013 9:44:45 GMT 8
The Skrill had just been waking up from a light nap, having dozed off in her little shelf of rock he liked to call home. As his conscience began its slow climb upward into the world of reality, the young dragon couldn't help but sense that something was amiss in its surroundings.
But he didn't worry. He was so high up in the mountains that no intruder could possibly make its way up here...maybe another dragon, but he could definitely handle that on her own.
But as Bolt opened his eyes further, he saw it.
A small shape, sitting on a rocky outcrop, only a few feet from the entrance to her cave. That was no dragon...it was a Viking; the one thing Indigo hated and feared the most in this world.
It was huddled over something, seemingly deep in concentration; it's arms moving slightly from the motion of something in its hands. After a few seconds, it would stop look up and around, and make some sort of weird, airy noise which the Skrill guessed by the sound would come from the nasal passages and from deep inside the throat. It didn't look to be a threat at the moment...but he would take no chances.
Bolt slowly rose himself up onto his sturdy legs, spreading her wings in an attempt to make himself appear bigger than he really was...after all, he was smaller than the other Skrills. A low growl escaped from the back of his throat, and he bared her teeth.
If this didn't chase off that pesky Viking, what would?
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Post by kallaya on May 15, 2013 13:33:51 GMT 8
Kallaya was curled up against a wall, half asleep. She could hear faint voices, which sounded like Astrid. As she woke up more, her words became more clear. She was fully awake just as Astrid said "Stormfly will be back." She opened her eyes instantly, lifting her head to see her looking out the window. "Huh? What's going on...?" she asked in a sleepy voice, squinting slightly at them. Then she could hear voices coming from the entrance. She turn to see Snotlout, Astrid, and Fishlegs, coming back.
"Hiccup is busy talking to the young Vikings." Fishlegs said. "There is one problem with one of the children. Gikin still hates dragons, tamed or wild."
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Post by stoickjr on May 15, 2013 20:23:27 GMT 8
Stoick jumped at the sound of a loud growl coming from a dragon, and turning, he said, "Wow, dad must know about this!" flipping his book to a fresh page she began to sketch the dragon in the cave.
"Easy." He told the Skrill, and quickly glanced under the dragon to tell its gender.
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Post by purplke on May 15, 2013 20:30:23 GMT 8
Purpkle was sitting on a small outcropping out on the ocean. As he looked out across, he thought he saw another dragon, and wanted to investigate. His urge eventually got the better of him, since this dragon appeared to be smaller than he was.
He flew off into the air and swooped towards where he saw the shape. Landing in an area nearby, he was careful not to be heard, until the time was right at least...
He looked upon the scene.
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Post by ruffana on May 16, 2013 13:22:25 GMT 8
Ruffana punches Gikin's right shoulder playfully, "Come on, Gikin, do you want to see what Fishlegs has for us? I know you want to, but you just would not admit it, would you?"
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chame
Apple Bloom
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Post by chame on May 16, 2013 19:05:43 GMT 8
Chame was walking back to his nest. Unlike most of the dragons, he made his home in a cave on a cliff just five minutes away from the village (and that's when walking). He had had an uneventful day. Toothless, his cousin, had left that morning on a mission. But now, he was tired, and just wanted some sleep.
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Post by arthapenn on May 19, 2013 18:29:54 GMT 8
Gikin smiles ruefully, "Who knows what facts he will dish out on us? Well Ruffana, let's go! Fishlegs has an inexhaustible arsenal of facts and expresses his knowledge in role-playing game terms. He has memorized the manual of dragons, and can you believe it, he had read seven times." Then she follows her friend.
The storyteller watches as Gikin follows Ruffana, a popular mischief-maker. He shakes his head, "Oh Gikin, I reckon you will bond with your dragon after spending some time with yours. I did not take long to bond with my Nightfury." Hiccup walks towards his house.
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Zulay. 
