[Ember the Wolf]

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[doglover947]

Rider; doglover947
Name; Stormy
Gender; female
Species; Deadly Nadder
Taming Entry;
I calmly looked into the eyes of the dangerous dragon, I slowly walked toward the dragon. Frightened of what my happen I grabbed a rock off the ground and threw it away from me and the dragon, she watched as the rock flew and hit a tree. I ducked as she looked back to see if I was there, I popped my head up slightly and there she was staring into my eyes. She slowly tilted her head to get a look at me, she must have thought I was a doll because she started to pick me up with her front legs. And carried me toward a pile of leaves, then she just dropped me into the cold leaves. WIP

[kiffell]

Rider; tigerthenightfury
Name; Riptide
Gender; male
Species; deadly nadder
Taming Entry; i found another nadder up in the forest today. He kinda looked like water. So i wanted him. I brought out my shield to defend when he shot. I pulled my bag and brought out a piece of chicken, the nadders favorite. I tossed it on the ground and he stepped forward, shot some spikes, and ate the chicken. I stepped back and waited for him to clam but he wouldn't. I tossed a few more pieces of chicken and he seemed to clam a little. I put my shield down. Maybe he felt alarmed by my shield? I didn't know. So i went to touch him but instead he stepped back warily. I whispered "its alright, big boy." He stepped closer and picked me up! I freaked out not knowing what this dragon might do to me. But he simply dropped me into a riptide current in the river and cackled. I laughed at what he had done, even though i was soaked and half way down the river from the current. I got out and tried to dry off when i turned to see the nadder with my towel from my bag! I always had a spare towel just in case something were to happen. He must of been looking for my chicken. But i took the towel from him and tried to pet him but he turned and growled. Then i just closed my eyes and reached my hand. Then i felt the simple scales of a dragon. We where friends, and i was calling him Riptide.

[caf.]

Rider; overcaffienated.
Name; Inquisitive "Ink"
Gender; Male
Species; Deadly Nadder
Taming Entry;
Sunday afternoon was calm and quiet, no wind. I'd been on the Berk archipelago for a few days; I'd decided to come here for the adventurous attitudes of the people and the potential in the undiscovered island. All I'd brought was a favorite war mare of mine, Blue, and a few bags containing my journal, some food, and a few prized possessions and clothes. I'd given Blue a few days to adjust to the new surroundings, and now I felt it was time to hit the trails and get some exercise. I'd been warned by the locals about the prevalence of dragons, but I wasn't too worried. They surely wouldn't attack a horse, and Blue wasn't prone to spooking anyhow. We'd be fine, I was sure.
Galloping down the beaten dirt trails felt amazing; I was amazed few others had brought horses onto the island. The forest was clean and cool; Blue liked the island, as evidenced by her pricked ears and energetic movement. If she hadn't been so forward, perhaps I wouldn't have gotten so nervous when she suddenly came to a dead stop, chomping at her bit and rolling her eyes.
There was a great presence very nearby in the forest, I could tell. A flash of blue, a break of a stick - something big was on its way. Blue spun on her haunches to face the creature, trembling slightly. Thud. Thud. Thud. I gripped at the knife strapped to my belt, understanding why I'd been given such strange looks for going out with so few weapons. I'd figured that large, frightening dragons were only lore; I'd figured that most were small and harmless.
As the large, gruesome teeth and deadly horns peered through the branches, I came to the conclusion that dragons were, in fact, dangerous.
Cautiously, and very slowly, I slipped out of my saddle, letting my boots sink in the soft earth in hopes of looking less threatening. Blue snorted softly, and things suddenly sped up; spikes whistled over my head like bullets, spooking my mare into a frenzy; I couldn't blame her, who would? I stepped into her path and waved my arms wildly, turning her around and forcing her to gallop back home. I didn't want her here, she wasn't helpful anymore.
Just then I felt a stream of warm air on my shoulder, and immediately accepted my fate. One last stand, I decided, turning around achingly slowly to face the beast.
It was blue and purple, and it was, indeed, massive. Staring at me with wide eyes, I saw the beast was trembling somewhat, snorting. It came to mind that Blue had spooked the dragon even more than it had spooked her. It sniffed me slowly; I prepared to be eaten, or perhaps murdered and left for scavengers. But to my shock, it shoved its nose into my hand for a second before furiously investigating my bag.
I realized then that I was, for the moment, its hero. I'd chased off the horse, so for the time being it was grateful to me. My pride reared its ugly head then, and I decided to walk into town with this thing in tow, just to make the locals eat their words.
I was surprised at how easily it followed me; it seemed familiar with humans. Perhaps it had seen other dragons tamed? For its curiosity I named it Inquisitive, Ink for short. It was fitting, considering the beast looked as though it had been doused in cool-colored ink. After a quick inspection, I determined it to be male, and after a bit of reluctant thought I decided he was sorta pretty.
I ended up selling Blue - if I could tame this thing, I had no need for her anymore. Besides, she scared Ink badly, and she'd probably make a good farmhorse anyhow due to her temperament and draft blood. I just hoped it was going to work out; I didn't have much left. I sure hoped Ink's gratefulness could override any desire she likely harbored to see what I tasted like.

[horselover3302]

Rider; horselover3302
Name; Ice Storm
Gender; female
Species; Deadly Nadder
Taming Entry; I observe her for several days, studying her behavior, her likes, and her dislikes. I learmpn that she likes hot dogs, the color blue, and nignttime. I also learned that she dislikes chicken, the color yellow, and daytime. On the third day, I aproach her with a bag of hot dogs cut into pieces. I throw some to jer, making a trail of hot dogs leading to my feet. I hold the rest of them out in my hand for when she comes. She eats the hot dogs, leading her to my feet. She eats the ones out of my hand, and using my other hand i stroke her neck softly. She looks into my eyes and I know she is mine.

[Ember the Wolf]

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[Ember the Wolf]

Rider; overcaffienated.
Name; Inquisitive "Ink"
Gender; Male
Species; Deadly Nadder
Taming Entry;
Sunday afternoon was calm and quiet, no wind. I'd been on the Berk archipelago for a few days; I'd decided to come here for the adventurous attitudes of the people and the potential in the undiscovered island. All I'd brought was a favorite war mare of mine, Blue, and a few bags containing my journal, some food, and a few prized possessions and clothes. I'd given Blue a few days to adjust to the new surroundings, and now I felt it was time to hit the trails and get some exercise. I'd been warned by the locals about the prevalence of dragons, but I wasn't too worried. They surely wouldn't attack a horse, and Blue wasn't prone to spooking anyhow. We'd be fine, I was sure.
Galloping down the beaten dirt trails felt amazing; I was amazed few others had brought horses onto the island. The forest was clean and cool; Blue liked the island, as evidenced by her pricked ears and energetic movement. If she hadn't been so forward, perhaps I wouldn't have gotten so nervous when she suddenly came to a dead stop, chomping at her bit and rolling her eyes.
There was a great presence very nearby in the forest, I could tell. A flash of blue, a break of a stick - something big was on its way. Blue spun on her haunches to face the creature, trembling slightly. Thud. Thud. Thud. I gripped at the knife strapped to my belt, understanding why I'd been given such strange looks for going out with so few weapons. I'd figured that large, frightening dragons were only lore; I'd figured that most were small and harmless.
As the large, gruesome teeth and deadly horns peered through the branches, I came to the conclusion that dragons were, in fact, dangerous.
Cautiously, and very slowly, I slipped out of my saddle, letting my boots sink in the soft earth in hopes of looking less threatening. Blue snorted softly, and things suddenly sped up; spikes whistled over my head like bullets, spooking my mare into a frenzy; I couldn't blame her, who would? I stepped into her path and waved my arms wildly, turning her around and forcing her to gallop back home. I didn't want her here, she wasn't helpful anymore.
Just then I felt a stream of warm air on my shoulder, and immediately accepted my fate. One last stand, I decided, turning around achingly slowly to face the beast.
It was blue and purple, and it was, indeed, massive. Staring at me with wide eyes, I saw the beast was trembling somewhat, snorting. It came to mind that Blue had spooked the dragon even more than it had spooked her. It sniffed me slowly; I prepared to be eaten, or perhaps murdered and left for scavengers. But to my shock, it shoved its nose into my hand for a second before furiously investigating my bag.
I realized then that I was, for the moment, its hero. I'd chased off the horse, so for the time being it was grateful to me. My pride reared its ugly head then, and I decided to walk into town with this thing in tow, just to make the locals eat their words.
I was surprised at how easily it followed me; it seemed familiar with humans. Perhaps it had seen other dragons tamed? For its curiosity I named it Inquisitive, Ink for short. It was fitting, considering the beast looked as though it had been doused in cool-colored ink. After a quick inspection, I determined it to be male, and after a bit of reluctant thought I decided he was sorta pretty.
I ended up selling Blue - if I could tame this thing, I had no need for her anymore. Besides, she scared Ink badly, and she'd probably make a good farmhorse anyhow due to her temperament and draft blood. I just hoped it was going to work out; I didn't have much left. I sure hoped Ink's gratefulness could override any desire she likely harbored to see what I tasted like.

Winner <3. I just adored the story. And I really like the amount of detail.

[horselover3302]

Ahh. Well congradulatuons to the winner.

[caf.]

thank you! ahh, so glad you liked it!