Rider; River Song (Posing as Fara Greycloak)
Name; Sulk
Gender; Male
Species; Whispering Death
Taming Entry; They say that the Whispering Death has a one track mind. The only thought it can possess is, supposedly, to kill. I would have believed that, had I not met Sulk. Looking back on it, the meeting was purely through chance. I was walking over the stretching hills of my home, smiling slightly at the slight breeze. I should have been paying more attention to my surroundings, and not watching the sheep shape clouds meander lazily across the sky. If I had been focusing, I would not have fallen into the tunnel. It was as if the ground gave out underneath me, and for a split second, I was falling. I landed in an ungainly fashion, a cloud of dust rising up from around me. I coughed, wincing as the sound echoed in the cavernous tunnel. I shifted to a sitting position, nearly crying out as a jolt of pain spiked through my leg. Drat. That impended my ability to run, or to climb out of this dratted tunnel. I could try and explore, however, not knowing what creatures lurked in this tunnel system was a large, and dangerous, risk. Well, I did seem out of any options except for exploring, and what was the worst that could happen? Looking back on it as I write this, I think I could have been a bit more smart with what I was doing. Most vikings know that Whispering Death's tend to make their homes in tunnel systems, like the one I had unfortunately fallen into. I blame the fact that my leg still throbbed from my plummet. That must have been what was clouding my head, not the fact that I felt like tasting the thrill of adventure. I struggled to my feet, and limped in a random direction. Soon enough, I found myself heading at a steady pace towards who knows where. My feet rang out against the cold floor, and I could hear each of my breaths rasp through the air. I paused. What I heard was not my breath. It was a whispering noise. Just faint, but growing steadily louder. I swallowed loudly. The noise increased, growing to a steady thrum in the air. I could see something moving ahead of me, two red eyes shining dimly in the broken light of the underground.
A ring of red-hot fire momentarily lit up the tunnel, revealing a large, red dragon. My hair stood on end just looking at it. A massive jaw full of teeth made up most of the dragons head, and two red eyes glared back into mine. I gulped loudly. The dragon hissed its raspy hiss, and then lunged. I raised my wing shaped shield, yet I still was thrown back from the force of having 400 kilos of scaly beast thrown against me. I slammed painfully into the wall of the tunnel, my shield falling from my grasp. I muttered a curse. This dragon had easily removed my one defense, and those rotating teeth of his would have no trouble turning me into a few bites of mince meat. The rust colored dragon tilted its head, bright red eyes looking back at me in a calculating manner. I reached for the bladed shield the dragon had knocked away from me, however the large creature made an annoyed rasping, and the thought quickly left my mind.
"Hey there..."
My voice broke in panic. This man eating creature had me pinned against a wall, wounded, and defenseless. I was doomed.
"Hey... You wouldn't want to eat me, right? All that amour would be bad for your digestion...."
The Whispering Death hissed in a dis-satisfied manner.
"Hey, what if you leave me alone, and I leave?"
I spoke cautiously to the dragon, praying to all of Asgard I wouldn't be lunch. The dragon moved forward, and I winced, preparing for the sickening feeling of teeth on flesh. Instead, I felt a spiny head gently nudge my injured leg. My eyes opened in shock. The red dragon nudged my leg again, making a slight cooing sound near the back of his throat. I smiled slightly, more amazed and relived by the fact that I wasn't dead than the fact I was near a non-hostile whispering death. I reached for my shield, yet the dragon blocked my access to it with his snakelike body.
"Hey!" I snapped at him, and he turned his head away, looking ashamed. I felt guilty for upsetting this dragon, and apologized. He turned away more, not looking at me.
"Aww, I'm sorry. Don't sulk."
At the word sulk, the dragon's head whipped around.
"Sulk?" I repeated, and the dragon made a frantic, yet happy, rasp.
"Is that your name?"
Another happy rasp was a clear response.
"Sulk." I rolled the word over my tongue, smiling to myself. I tried to stand, but apparently my leg was more injured than I expected. Sulk nudged me to my feet, and I climbed onto his back. I could feel his muscles tense, however he made no attempt to throw me off.
"Could you show me the way out of here boy?"
Soon, the not so deadly killing machine and I were speeding our way to the section of the tunnel I had fallen through. We made it to the surface and I stepped onto the ground, yet when I called for Sulk to follow me, he cooed sadly. The bright sun kept him from coming back to Berk with me. I sighed, and sat down. Sulk looked quizzically at me, and I gave him the answer to the question he was obviously asking.
Why are you not going home?"It's only a few hours until nightfall, my leg can wait for a bit. When night comes, we can head back to Berk, back home,
together.
(Img not mine)
