|Tarben|17|Viking|Location: Berk Dragon Training Academy|Dragon: Ember|Tags: Snovella, Tobias, and Mel |
|Ember|Monstrous Nightmare|Adolescent|Location: Berk|Rider: Tarben|Tags: Rouge and Brenna
|Brenna Stormborn|16|Location: Berk|Tags: Rouge and Ember|
|Stormchaser|Skrill|Adolescent|Location: Berk|Tags: Raya, Benron, Nettal, Sirene |
Stormchaser's eyes widened when he saw Nettal break the arrow. He glanced to Raya, noting her kind and encouraging words. He looked back at Nettal, relaxing his stance and letting his crown of spines fall back against his scales. He tentatively pressed his snout into Nettal's hand, closing his eyes as a sign of trust.
|Magna "The Spitfire" Eldrsdóttir|17|Location: Berk Wilderness|Tags: Wildfire|
"If you wish," Tarben replied with a small smile. "And as long as you're comfortable." He'd slept in the stables for a solid week when Ember had fallen ill last year, and he hadn't found them to be especially cozy. Letting his mind wander back to the present, he placed his notepad and pencil back into the little bag attached to his belt, having not realised that he was still holding them.
|Ember|Monstrous Nightmare|Adolescent|Location: Berk|Rider: Tarben|Tags: Rouge and Brenna
Ember snorted again. Sure, the strange-smelling girl seemed harmless, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about her. She absently wondered when Tarben would return; it would be nice to set his butt on fire again. Or maybe just get somewhere drier.
|Brenna Stormborn|16|Location: Berk|Tags: Rouge and Ember|
A little flicker of hope bloomed in Brenna's chest as she pet the dragon who'd befriended her. Maybe dragons aren't all bad, she thought. Maybe father is wrong. She took a deep breath, turning her mind from the enticing thoughts. Focus, Bren, she told herself. Remember why you're here.
|Stormchaser|Skrill|Adolescent|Location: Berk|Tags: Raya, Benron, Nettal, Sirene |
Stormchaser's eyes widened when he saw Nettal break the arrow. He glanced to Raya, noting her kind and encouraging words. He looked back at Nettal, relaxing his stance and letting his crown of spines fall back against his scales. He tentatively pressed his snout into Nettal's hand, closing his eyes as a sign of trust.
|Magna "The Spitfire" Eldrsdóttir|17|Location: Berk Wilderness|Tags: Wildfire|
"Whoa, calm down, big guy, I won't hurt ya," Magna squeaked, throwing her hands up to show the dragon that she was unarmed. Upon further inspection, she could tell that it was an adult male Stormcutter. Her brow creased with sadness as she noticed the scars along his sides, the raw marks where shackles and chains may have gone, and arrow stuck in his wing. "Did hunters do that to you?" she asked tenderly. Without waiting for acknowledgement, she prattled on. "Us living here, we're no hunters. As a matter of fact, we're friendly with dragons and we help defend you against those nasty dragon-hunting pondscum." She spat the last few words with conviction, showing her distaste for dragon hunters. Her tone softened as she continued. "I can help ya though, if you'll let me."