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Rider; Thoth
Name; Sudryl
Gender; Male
Species; Thunderdrum

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[Thoth]

Rider; Thoth
Name; Sudryl
Gender; Male
Species; Thunderdrum
Taming Entry; It was the beginning of spring. The seasons were still in transition and patches of snow still clung to the warming soil. The ground was mostly mud and puddles where it was not slush. I absolutely detest these conditions. Everything appears drab and my feet always get wet.
But today was more than an ordinary spring day. I was not aware of this when I awoke this morning of course, so like any ordinary spring morning I rose sluggishly and went outside begrudgingly. Mother wanted me to get to the market before the crowd arrived. We were out of eggs, which was a key ingredient in breakfast this morning. So I suited myself up and left the house with a bag of coins in my satchel.
I took the shortcut to town. This shortcut ran through the forest and was not a great path to take. It was fairly unused by any other human besides myself, and this was evident in the way the brush had started to grow over. Nowadays I preferred to stay away from town and keep to my own little world.
I traversed up the path, boots squelching in the mud. I felt the water and mud soaking into my sock, and began to regret my decision to take the path. After about 20 more minutes of dealing with the path, I was seriously set on turning around. So I did. It didn't take my long to make the discovery of a lifetime.
Before my eyes was a Thunderdrum. He was harmlessly sniffing at the path a few feet away. Evidently he had not noticed me. I went rigid and began to back myself off of the path and into the treeline. Then my foot squelched loud enough for the dragon to hear. His massive head shot up and I quickly ducked myself behind a tree, praying that I was fully hidden.
I heard him coming. Or did I? I heard his commotion, but he did not seem to sound any closer than before. I waited until my heart rate had slowed before peering around the tree. There was the Thunderdrum, but he had not moved from his spot. I could see that he had been struggling, however, as the surrounding area had been torn apart. I studied the dragon cautiously and noticed that his legs were tied together. The contraption that had captured him was one from my town. I wondered how long he had be caught like that.
For a while I just watched him flail around. I could hear him making calls, but thankfully there were not the kind of calls that a Thunderdrum would make to kill someone. He slowly calmed down and his fits were less frequent.
I ran through my current situation in my head quickly. I could continue on, without the dragon, buy some eggs and take the main road back home. I would never have to worry about this Thunderdrum again. It seemed the most logical thing to do. But I couldn't bring myself to leave him. I stared at the dragon, and I knew that I couldn't go.
Foolishly, I stepped out from behind the tree and started walking towards the Thunderdrum. He did not notice me until I was incredibly close. Too close, in fact. He could reach out with his jaws and snap me in two if he wanted to. I stopped beside him, heart pounding in my chest. He slowly raised his eyes and looked at me, almost helplessly. Almost.
I bent down very slowly so I would not startle the wild dragon, and whispered a few soothing words to him as I examined the trap he was caught in. It was an easy fix. I reached out, and the dragon let out a faint rumble from the pit of his stomach. I snapped my hand back, and this made the Thunderdrum half-lung at me the best that it could. I yelped and fell onto my back, into the mud.
His head towered above me. He was massive and reeked of the sea. I could feel his hot breath on my face and I squeezed my eyes shut to still my tears. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I thought. I also thought, How will Mum get her eggs now?
My life was over.
I tried to focus on the cold mud seeping into my clothes and making me uncomfortable. But I couldn't distract myself. It felt like ages that the dragon stayed there above me, and I was still as stiff as before as I prepared for his killing blow.
But it never came.
I opened my eyes very slowly. He was not looking at me. I followed his gaze. He was gazing at a bird in a nearby tree. I could see the hunger in his eyes. Why was he not eating me if he was hungry? I stared at his chin until I finally gained the courage to shift my body. Very slowly, I pulled a small bag of homemade jerky from my satchel. Mother always made sure I had snacks in my satchel, no matter what. I was truly grateful for this now. I lifted the jerky and caught the dragon's attention before throwing it to the side.
He leaped after the bag and I jumped to my feet. I was shaking all over. The Thunderdrum finished the jerky in one gulp. I thought about bolting, but I still couldn't bring myself to do it while he was still stuck in that trap. So I sauntered over and untied his trap with a quick flash of my hands before he could turn around again.
Then I did something very risky and very stupid. I turned and ran. My body was shaking the whole time. I ran until I was out of breath and ran some more. When I finally reached home I fell upon my knees in the front lawn and gasped for air. Why did he not stop me? Why didn't he come after me?
I felt a change in the air and I glanced up. It was the Thunderdrum. He landed in front of me, and in his jaws was a bird. I stood and backed away. He dropped the bird and pushed it my way. For a heart beat, I was uncertain. For five heart beats, I was uncertain. Then I bent down and grabbed the dead bird warily. He was ... gifting it to me? Thanking me for saving him, I suppose. I looked at him, and I could see a sort of pride in his eyes as I accepted his catch.
Shakily, I smiled and felt my heart warm just a tad. Just a tad. I was still very frightened, and very untrustworthy of this Thunderdrum. He, however, seemed to already trust me quite a lot. A normally aggressive dragon bent his head down to meet mine and seemed to be expecting me to give him a friendly pat. My mother always said that the rider chooses the dragon - that the rider has to convince the dragon. But in my experience, it's the other way around.
"Sudryl," I told him, voice wavering. "This is what I will call you."
Needless to say, on this day I did not go and get eggs.

[canis,]

Rider; Thoth
Name; Sudryl
Gender; Male
Species; Thunderdrum
Taming Entry; It was the beginning of spring. The seasons were still in transition and patches of snow still clung to the warming soil. The ground was mostly mud and puddles where it was not slush. I absolutely detest these conditions. Everything appears drab and my feet always get wet.
But today was more than an ordinary spring day. I was not aware of this when I awoke this morning of course, so like any ordinary spring morning I rose sluggishly and went outside begrudgingly. Mother wanted me to get to the market before the crowd arrived. We were out of eggs, which was a key ingredient in breakfast this morning. So I suited myself up and left the house with a bag of coins in my satchel.
I took the shortcut to town. This shortcut ran through the forest and was not a great path to take. It was fairly unused by any other human besides myself, and this was evident in the way the brush had started to grow over. Nowadays I preferred to stay away from town and keep to my own little world.
I traversed up the path, boots squelching in the mud. I felt the water and mud soaking into my sock, and began to regret my decision to take the path. After about 20 more minutes of dealing with the path, I was seriously set on turning around. So I did. It didn't take my long to make the discovery of a lifetime.
Before my eyes was a Thunderdrum. He was harmlessly sniffing at the path a few feet away. Evidently he had not noticed me. I went rigid and began to back myself off of the path and into the treeline. Then my foot squelched loud enough for the dragon to hear. His massive head shot up and I quickly ducked myself behind a tree, praying that I was fully hidden.
I heard him coming. Or did I? I heard his commotion, but he did not seem to sound any closer than before. I waited until my heart rate had slowed before peering around the tree. There was the Thunderdrum, but he had not moved from his spot. I could see that he had been struggling, however, as the surrounding area had been torn apart. I studied the dragon cautiously and noticed that his legs were tied together. The contraption that had captured him was one from my town. I wondered how long he had be caught like that.
For a while I just watched him flail around. I could hear him making calls, but thankfully there were not the kind of calls that a Thunderdrum would make to kill someone. He slowly calmed down and his fits were less frequent.
I ran through my current situation in my head quickly. I could continue on, without the dragon, buy some eggs and take the main road back home. I would never have to worry about this Thunderdrum again. It seemed the most logical thing to do. But I couldn't bring myself to leave him. I stared at the dragon, and I knew that I couldn't go.
Foolishly, I stepped out from behind the tree and started walking towards the Thunderdrum. He did not notice me until I was incredibly close. Too close, in fact. He could reach out with his jaws and snap me in two if he wanted to. I stopped beside him, heart pounding in my chest. He slowly raised his eyes and looked at me, almost helplessly. Almost.
I bent down very slowly so I would not startle the wild dragon, and whispered a few soothing words to him as I examined the trap he was caught in. It was an easy fix. I reached out, and the dragon let out a faint rumble from the pit of his stomach. I snapped my hand back, and this made the Thunderdrum half-lung at me the best that it could. I yelped and fell onto my back, into the mud.
His head towered above me. He was massive and reeked of the sea. I could feel his hot breath on my face and I squeezed my eyes shut to still my tears. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I thought. I also thought, How will Mum get her eggs now?
My life was over.
I tried to focus on the cold mud seeping into my clothes and making me uncomfortable. But I couldn't distract myself. It felt like ages that the dragon stayed there above me, and I was still as stiff as before as I prepared for his killing blow.
But it never came.
I opened my eyes very slowly. He was not looking at me. I followed his gaze. He was gazing at a bird in a nearby tree. I could see the hunger in his eyes. Why was he not eating me if he was hungry? I stared at his chin until I finally gained the courage to shift my body. Very slowly, I pulled a small bag of homemade jerky from my satchel. Mother always made sure I had snacks in my satchel, no matter what. I was truly grateful for this now. I lifted the jerky and caught the dragon's attention before throwing it to the side.
He leaped after the bag and I jumped to my feet. I was shaking all over. The Thunderdrum finished the jerky in one gulp. I thought about bolting, but I still couldn't bring myself to do it while he was still stuck in that trap. So I sauntered over and untied his trap with a quick flash of my hands before he could turn around again.
Then I did something very risky and very stupid. I turned and ran. My body was shaking the whole time. I ran until I was out of breath and ran some more. When I finally reached home I fell upon my knees in the front lawn and gasped for air. Why did he not stop me? Why didn't he come after me?
I felt a change in the air and I glanced up. It was the Thunderdrum. He landed in front of me, and in his jaws was a bird. I stood and backed away. He dropped the bird and pushed it my way. For a heart beat, I was uncertain. For five heart beats, I was uncertain. Then I bent down and grabbed the dead bird warily. He was ... gifting it to me? Thanking me for saving him, I suppose. I looked at him, and I could see a sort of pride in his eyes as I accepted his catch.
Shakily, I smiled and felt my heart warm just a tad. Just a tad. I was still very frightened, and very untrustworthy of this Thunderdrum. He, however, seemed to already trust me quite a lot. A normally aggressive dragon bent his head down to meet mine and seemed to be expecting me to give him a friendly pat. My mother always said that the rider chooses the dragon - that the rider has to convince the dragon. But in my experience, it's the other way around.
"Sudryl," I told him, voice wavering. "This is what I will call you."
Needless to say, on this day I did not go and get eggs.

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