Berk Island of the Dragon Riders:HTTYD semi-lit/lit Open

[Hush]

(Accepted)

[Reiji]

Vöndmaur
With X
At X

Voon licked the calf bone clean and looked around for any dragon or human, He doesn't like to share his food or being sneaked by a human. As he gets up, he reacted to a twig break made by a- bird, he simply rolled his eyes and widen his wings to scare the bird. He yawned and walked to the nearby pond, hr looked at his expression in the water with a bit of a 'sad' emotion, he always have been a loner, it's his role… but… he always wondered how is it to have someone to talk to. He frowned, slowly shaking his head to left ans right,denying he need someone to be with him. He dropped a stone into the water, making his face blurry in the water. Hr let out another yawn and looked at the village where the humans is, He flies closer and looked around for any hay or soft thing he can steal to make a comfy bed.

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~Human~
Name: Styrk
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Rank: Outcast/Loner
Dragon: Jastrid
~Dragon~
Name: Jastrid
Gender: Female
Age: 22
Species: Grapple Grounder
Rank: Outcast/Loner
Rider: Styrk

Surprisingly, even with Jastrid playing around in the water, Styrk had managed to catch a good amount of fish. When he believed he had caught enough, he called Jastrid back to the shore. Of course she gobbled down most of them right away, but Styrk managed to grab three for himself. After slurping down her portion of fish, Jastrid suddenly tensed. She looked around and hissed at something that Stryk couldn't yet see. "What is it Jas?" he asked, but Jastrid was too busy trying to find what she had sensed. Styrk quickly hopped into his dragon's shoulders with his fish, and Jastrid took off at full speed. Flying normally, Styrk was fine, but Jastrid was a very fast dragon. At the moment, Stryk was holding on for dear life. "Jastrid! Slow down!" he yelled, pleading to her. Jastrid was actually searching for what she sensed, other dragons and humans, and with her speed, she was quickly able to find them. There were several, but she didn't land anywhere near them. She didn't trust them. Instead, as she flew overhead, she gave a loud roar, warning them not to mess with her, and flew on. Eventually she landed back where she and Stryk had spent the night, letting the disgruntled man off her back. "Please don't do that again." he requested as he lit a fire and started cooking the fish.

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A piercing whistling sound echoed over the rolling hills as large clouds gathered over head in the bright sky. The grass was being swept violently forwards as breathless footsteps pounded over the dry earth, leather clad boots tore up turf as they worked their way down one of the ridges, slipping and skidding down, a cloaked figure using his gloved hands to steer himself on the unstable ground, up ahead a large canyon, the drop more than a hundred feet deep with a glacial river flowing below.
The figure kept running, sprinting as if there was no nearing gap, a scarf half covering their face, clothing bedraggled and heavy and coated in dirt and debris. Overhead a loud, thunderous rumbling bellowed from large plumes of cumulonimbus, this made the figures pace quicken until the gap was under them. The human streamlined their body and the same whistling sound rang out, in three quick seconds a shadow opened up below him, and then a wingspan and the loud roar of a dragon signaled the arrival of Dvallin, an ancient desert wraith.
The figure spread themselves out as the dragon dipped and dived below them, a saddle came into view as the dragon swung its head and bellowed again, in this time the river became larger and the ground shot up to meet them. The human forced themselves to land on the saddle, immediately placing the feet in their stirrups and yelling out in excitement. The dragon responded by snorting and contracting before pulsing its body, flapping its wings and shooting upwards, the wind stinging around them as the pair headed up into the sky, settling below the clouds and gliding back towards the settlement on the horizon.

"You never fail to amaze me Dvallin" the voice finally called out, a little croaky and dry as they lowered the scarf and sat up, pulling down the hood and checking their belt and saddlebags. This was Ildar, a thrill seeker and a warrior, always practicing, always a perfectionist. His dragon, Dvallin, despite his age, was a good companion, both functioning in near perfect harmony as they approached their home town of Berk "You must be hungry" Ildar chuckled as he patted the dragons neck.

They landed on the outskirts of town, Ildar hopping down and removing his saddle bags, a few rabbits were inside from the mornings trapping "Alright you, back to the holding, ill come tend to you after i drop these off" he nodded, pointing out to the large building up ahead. Dvallin snorted and launched off, gliding to the large door, reducing his wing span as he settled in, finding a carcass and tucking in happily.
Ildar strode into town, eyes flicking this way and that as he nodded greetings and returned conversation, it always set him on edge being around people he didnt know, but luckily Berks community seemed to accept him.

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(Is there anyone open for Styrk and Jastrid?)