[Auror]

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Rare • Sharp Class
Razorwhips are highly reclusive and shy dragons. Its main defense is its tail, which
can not only strangle its victim, but also shoot out razor sharp barbs quite accurately.

Rider; Caffara Ovalle (overcaffienated.)
Name; Gunnvor
Gender; Female
Species; Razorwhip
Taming Entry;
I can't say that the way I found Gunn in the most exciting way, though it was fairly exciting for me. See, I'd taken Ink out of the barn to stretch his wings. No big deal, right? He could just flap around a bit and maybe shoot some spikes at me, like he usually did. Nowadays I can't tell whether he does it out of playfulness or spite. Probably both.
What I didn't realize when I turned him loose was that his chain wasn't secure; after a rain shower, the dirt it had been firmly mounted in had dissolved into a pile of loose mud. Ink knew this, however, and took off without a second thought. By the time I processed what was happening, he was already far up in the air, the chain dangling underneath him like the tail of a kite. I shouted for him, sure, and waved my hands and all, but in the moment he forgot about that time I chased the most terrifying thing he had ever seen away from him and shot off like a bullet into the horizon. What was I to do? I took off after him at a dead run, knowing he would probably return to his home territory. I'd galloped there several times with Blue before I sold her; it wasn't that far off.
Something you forget when you're on horseback: horses have a lot more endurance than a human does. I wasn't even halfway down the trail, and I had already slowed to a walk, panting. I probably looked ridiculous, lugging around my whip and shield in case I ran into trouble. In my weariness, I finally decided to sit and rest under a tree. If I didn't find Ink in his sector of the woods, I'd cut my losses and find another dragon.
Suddenly, and much to my surprise, a burst that sounded more like an explosion rocked the tree behind me, turning loose a shower of leaves. I forgot about my soreness and jumped up, shield ready. There, up in the branches above me; a chain, trapped between the branches. My chain!
There he was, the fabulously smart Ink, stuck in a tree and straining against the chains with all his might. He was grunting and panting, wings beating furiously.
"Hey, buddy!" I called out to him. As soon as he saw me he dropped right back into the tree, looking at me with such gratefulness I almost thought he was sorry. I rolled my eyes and started to scale the tree, using my knife as leverage to pull myself up. I pulled the stake out from where it was lodged in the tree and began unwinding the rest of the tether from the mess of branches it was tangled in, letting the loose end dangle and swing softly.
Bam! Bam! Bam! Out of nowhere, the chain swung wildly, obviously having been struck. When it flew up near my face I saw three deadly white barbs lodged between the links. Hurriedly I began to pull the chain up, heart pounding, hoping the beast, whatever it was, couldn't see me. Ink was incredibly agitated, yanking furiously at the bonds. He shrieked a loud cry of warning when another barb slammed into the bark a few feet below me.
In a frenzy I undid the rest of the knot, throwing the chain upward to show my dragon that he was free.
"Go! Scram!" I cried when he tried to wait for me, sending him flapping furiously back towards home. Thank God he was such an easily trained dragon; I would have been in trouble otherwise.
My breath caught in my throat when I glanced downward. Two beady yellow eyes glared up at me, eyes completely foreign to me. When our eyes met it scrambled off, rustling away.
I climbed down cautiously, watching sharply over my shoulder for any signs of the wild beast. It seemed to have disappeared, at least for the time being. By now having long forgotten my tiredness in favor of surviving, I took off once again at a dead sprint.
Bam! I skidded to a stop and stared up. There, lodged in a tree just inches away from my head, another barb. I got my whip and shield out and turned back around, and there it was. A flat-faced dragon, with a barbed tail reminiscent of Ink's, patterned in yellow, blue, brown, and white. I wasn't sure of its species, but it didn't look at all aggressive, just frightened. I realized then that it was backed up into a thicket of trees; in a sense, I had it cornered.
Cautiously, I laid my whip down and, keeping my shield up in defense, dug around in my bad for the meal I'd packed in hopes of tempting Ink to return home. Carefully, I tossed some of the meat out, hoping the creature would take it as a peace offering. I watched as it carefully took it in its jaws, testing it before finally chewing and swallowing.
It was now that I could see the poor creature was incredibly ribby, probably having not eaten in a while. It - she, I now saw - was desperate; her eyes were full of cautious curiosity. It seemed that her desire to survive had overridden her fear of humans, as evidenced when she approached me openly, begging by licking her lips hopefully.
It wasn't hard after that to lure her home, leaving small bits of food on the trail. She wouldn't eat out of my hand, nor would she come within ten feet of me, but she curiously followed me the entire way home.
When I got to the barn, I worried for a moment about how to get her into the barn. Seeing Ink standing there clawing impatiently at the earth, though, gave me the easily solution. Dinnertime!
It didn't take me long to pour two buckets of food and lure the dragons inside. The new dragon didn't go inside until I walked a-ways away, but she was evidently not intimidated by my nadder at all. I shut the barn door after she walked in, awaiting a struggle. To my surprise, I heard nothing. Curiously, I walked over to the window and opened it for a little ventilation. The sight was heartwarming; Ink and the shy girl, peacefully eating their dinners.
I sat there for awhile after getting some books. With a little searching, I found that the new dragon was a razorwhip, a reclusive species known for shooting barbs from their tails. A little more research brought me to her name; Gunnvor, meaning cautious. From her quiet personality I knew she was trainable, it was just going to take time.
I guess it was rather exciting, after all. I can't say it wasn't rather typical of me to have such an encounter, but hopefully I can put such mistakes to an end. Still, I wonder if perhaps I shouldn't, seeing the happy accident this turned out to be.

[Phina Wolf]

Rider; Josephine (Phina) Wolf
Name; Marina
Gender; female
Species; Razorwhip
Taming Entry;

Hello again Joy. I think that I've decided to never go dragon searching again. Not seriously, of course, but come on! Want to hear the story? Good. Here's how it started:

I was walking through the woods trying to find a dragon. You'd think I'd learn that I end up getting injured when I do that. Anyway, there I was, minding my own business when this...long dagger like thing comes shooting out of no where and pins my sleeve to the tree behind me. As you can imagine, I was terrified. I had no idea if this blade was poison or not, and it had grazed my arm! Not only that, I could hear something big in the trees nearby, another dragon probably. I immediately began tugging at me sleeve, trying to free its, but to no avail. That fabric is tough!! I pulled frantically for about a minute before I gave up.

I carefully un-slung my bag and began rummaging through it, pulling out all the meat I could find and un wrapping it. As I unwrapped the final piece and set it down, I felt my sleeve get freed. I froze, waiting to see what was going to happen. Nothing did. Still I waited. And still nothing happened. I slowly looked up and came face to face with a Razorwhip. I closed my eyes a moment, then opened them. She was still there, looking at me.

I slowly backed up until I was a good six feet away and sat down slowly. Not taking her eyes off me, the Razorwhip began to eat. I took a shaky breath and began to talk to her, telling her about the other encounters I'd had. She watched me curiously, as if wondering how on earth a scrawny defenses creature like me had evolved.

When she finish the meat she stood there, looking at me. I dared a quick glance at her and saw that her pupils weren't narrow slits, like they would be if she were angry. I breathed a slow sigh of relief and stood carefully. Keeping my eyes away, I advanced toward her, one hand outstretched. She looked at it curiously, looked up at me, them back down at my hand. Then she turned and walked away.

My heart sank. No amazing, super awesome Razorwhip for me. I could have known. I collected the left over scraps of meat and started walking again. Maybe I could tempt a Terrible Terror with the bits. I soon came to a stream where I sat down. I needed to stop, think and figure where I had gone wrong. Did I advance to fast? Did I make too much eye contact? I absently skipped a stone across the water. A few moments later, a stoma the size of my head sailed into the water in front of me. I jumped up, looking around.

And there, not ten feet away was the Razorwhip! She cocked her head at me as if waiting. I tossed another stone. She tossed another rock, a bigger one this time. The spray splashed over both of us. Her head snapped up and she looked at the water, tail lashing back and forth in a happy manner. Getting a sudden idea, I filled my helmet with water and slowly approached the Razorwhip. She looked at me curiously, but let me approach. I poured my helmetful of water over her back in a slow, steady stream. She shivered in pleasure, then bumped my arm, asking for more. So I repeated the process. Several times.

By the time we were done, I had bathed every inch of her, and me too! Shaking out the last of the water from my helmet, I put it on and slung my bag over my shoulder and started home, the Razorwhip falling into step beside me. I Smiled at her. Since she loved water so much, I decided to call her Marina. And that Joy, Is who I have a bandage on my arm and am soaking wet.

[River Song]

Rider; River Song (Who in this entry is being known as
Name;
Gender; Female
Species; Razorwhip
Taming Entry;

WIP

[caf.]

Rider; Caffara Ovalle (overcaffienated.)
Name; Gunnvor
Gender; Female
Species; Razorwhip
Taming Entry;
I can't say that the way I found Gunn in the most exciting way, though it was fairly exciting for me. See, I'd taken Ink out of the barn to stretch his wings. No big deal, right? He could just flap around a bit and maybe shoot some spikes at me, like he usually did. Nowadays I can't tell whether he does it out of playfulness or spite. Probably both.
What I didn't realize when I turned him loose was that his chain wasn't secure; after a rain shower, the dirt it had been firmly mounted in had dissolved into a pile of loose mud. Ink knew this, however, and took off without a second thought. By the time I processed what was happening, he was already far up in the air, the chain dangling underneath him like the tail of a kite. I shouted for him, sure, and waved my hands and all, but in the moment he forgot about that time I chased the most terrifying thing he had ever seen away from him and shot off like a bullet into the horizon. What was I to do? I took off after him at a dead run, knowing he would probably return to his home territory. I'd galloped there several times with Blue before I sold her; it wasn't that far off.
Something you forget when you're on horseback: horses have a lot more endurance than a human does. I wasn't even halfway down the trail, and I had already slowed to a walk, panting. I probably looked ridiculous, lugging around my whip and shield in case I ran into trouble. In my weariness, I finally decided to sit and rest under a tree. If I didn't find Ink in his sector of the woods, I'd cut my losses and find another dragon.
Suddenly, and much to my surprise, a burst that sounded more like an explosion rocked the tree behind me, turning loose a shower of leaves. I forgot about my soreness and jumped up, shield ready. There, up in the branches above me; a chain, trapped between the branches. My chain!
There he was, the fabulously smart Ink, stuck in a tree and straining against the chains with all his might. He was grunting and panting, wings beating furiously.
"Hey, buddy!" I called out to him. As soon as he saw me he dropped right back into the tree, looking at me with such gratefulness I almost thought he was sorry. I rolled my eyes and started to scale the tree, using my knife as leverage to pull myself up. I pulled the stake out from where it was lodged in the tree and began unwinding the rest of the tether from the mess of branches it was tangled in, letting the loose end dangle and swing softly.
Bam! Bam! Bam! Out of nowhere, the chain swung wildly, obviously having been struck. When it flew up near my face I saw three deadly white barbs lodged between the links. Hurriedly I began to pull the chain up, heart pounding, hoping the beast, whatever it was, couldn't see me. Ink was incredibly agitated, yanking furiously at the bonds. He shrieked a loud cry of warning when another barb slammed into the bark a few feet below me.
In a frenzy I undid the rest of the knot, throwing the chain upward to show my dragon that he was free.
"Go! Scram!" I cried when he tried to wait for me, sending him flapping furiously back towards home. Thank God he was such an easily trained dragon; I would have been in trouble otherwise.
My breath caught in my throat when I glanced downward. Two beady yellow eyes glared up at me, eyes completely foreign to me. When our eyes met it scrambled off, rustling away.
I climbed down cautiously, watching sharply over my shoulder for any signs of the wild beast. It seemed to have disappeared, at least for the time being. By now having long forgotten my tiredness in favor of surviving, I took off once again at a dead sprint.
Bam! I skidded to a stop and stared up. There, lodged in a tree just inches away from my head, another barb. I got my whip and shield out and turned back around, and there it was. A flat-faced dragon, with a barbed tail reminiscent of Ink's, patterned in yellow, blue, brown, and white. I wasn't sure of its species, but it didn't look at all aggressive, just frightened. I realized then that it was backed up into a thicket of trees; in a sense, I had it cornered.
Cautiously, I laid my whip down and, keeping my shield up in defense, dug around in my bad for the meal I'd packed in hopes of tempting Ink to return home. Carefully, I tossed some of the meat out, hoping the creature would take it as a peace offering. I watched as it carefully took it in its jaws, testing it before finally chewing and swallowing.
It was now that I could see the poor creature was incredibly ribby, probably having not eaten in a while. It - she, I now saw - was desperate; her eyes were full of cautious curiosity. It seemed that her desire to survive had overridden her fear of humans, as evidenced when she approached me openly, begging by licking her lips hopefully.
It wasn't hard after that to lure her home, leaving small bits of food on the trail. She wouldn't eat out of my hand, nor would she come within ten feet of me, but she curiously followed me the entire way home.
When I got to the barn, I worried for a moment about how to get her into the barn. Seeing Ink standing there clawing impatiently at the earth, though, gave me the easily solution. Dinnertime!
It didn't take me long to pour two buckets of food and lure the dragons inside. The new dragon didn't go inside until I walked a-ways away, but she was evidently not intimidated by my nadder at all. I shut the barn door after she walked in, awaiting a struggle. To my surprise, I heard nothing. Curiously, I walked over to the window and opened it for a little ventilation. The sight was heartwarming; Ink and the shy girl, peacefully eating their dinners.
I sat there for awhile after getting some books. With a little searching, I found that the new dragon was a razorwhip, a reclusive species known for shooting barbs from their tails. A little more research brought me to her name; Gunnvor, meaning cautious. From her quiet personality I knew she was trainable, it was just going to take time.
I guess it was rather exciting, after all. I can't say it wasn't rather typical of me to have such an encounter, but hopefully I can put such mistakes to an end. Still, I wonder if perhaps I shouldn't, seeing the happy accident this turned out to be.

[kiffell]

Rider: tigerthenightfury
Name: Blu
Gender: female
Species: razor whip
Taming entry:

I was flying my dragon Rose to the ship graveyard to investigate. When I found a very werid sunken ship. I had to check it out. I landed Rose and told her to stay while I went in. I found a few smashed baby razor whip eggs on the floor further back. When I went back further into another room I found a very hurt female. She must've been the mother to the eggs and dragon hunters had to of done this to these poor dragons. In the cages around the room I saw dragon bones and dried blood. She was very scared and worried. I lured her out with some fish and she was out onto the deck of the ship. She could barley fly so I took her to another small island until she was better. She seemed very fond of me and Rose but still wouldn't let me touch her. So when I brought her to the island she later down. I looked at her wings and tail. All the tail spikes where ripped off and her wings where ripped, but they would both heal fine. She moved away every time I tried to help. I just let her sleep for the night. The next morning I brought out the only medical supplies I had, not much. I had bandages, heal spray, some sleep pills, and a ice pack. I gave her a few sleep pills and tried to bandage the wings. I just put bandages on the holes. I felt so bad for this poor dragon. She lost all her eggs and she was very hurt. Those stupid dragon hunters. Rose was still asleep but woke up after I was rustling in my bag. She perked and came over. She nudged my face in worry. When I looked up I saw some other people. One had a dragon and the others had ships. Dragon hunters. I ran to the nearest cave but forgot all about the razor whip! I told rose to go grab her. She tugged her over and I started to look at her tail. Rose lit up the cave for me to look at the dragon. I wrapped her tail in bandages to put the ice pack on it. Then I realized she had dried blood all over her. I washed that off quickly. Before she woke up I heard the dragon hunters come near the cave. They never spotted us but I was still scared. Then the razor whip woke up from the noise. She looked around, Rose squawked in happiness. When I heard no more dragon hunters I left the cave with Rose and the female razor whip. Before we left, the razor whip walked up and rubbed against me in happiness. I smiled and finally got to pet her. She purred. I mounted Rose and started to take off when I heard more wings behind me. I saw the razor whip. I landed on a near by rock tower and looked at the razor whip landing beside me. She came over and stared to my hand. I lifted it up and she came and put her head on it. She wanted to be my dragon? I was surprised and I smiled happily. We all took off for Berk. Me, Rose, and my new dragon, Blu.

[Phina Wolf]

//polite bump//

[caf.]

sorry to be a bother, but is the competition over?

[kiffell]

sorry to be a bother, but is the competition over?

Yes, but the host hasn't come on in a few days so just wait

[Auror]

sorry to be a bother, but is the competition over?

Yes, which means no one can enter from now on, but I'm still judging the forms they're all so good it's so hard ;n;

[caf.]

sorry to be a bother, but is the competition over?

Yes, which means no one can enter from now on, but I'm still judging the forms they're all so good it's so hard ;n;

don't worry about it! take your time, I just wanted to make sure!