Rider;
hyperthymesia. (aka Ravi)
Name;
Sloane Crottle
'Sloane' actually means raider. This name really stuck to me when I was in the process of choosing this one's name, and I can imagine him stealing cookies or gold and whatnot to scamper away for his feast to begin.
'Crottle', on the other hand, is actually a lichen found in Scotland that's used to make a brownish dye. I thought this name sounded perfect for this little terror, and suits the other name well too.
Gender;
Male
Species;
the terriblest terror
Taming Entry;
The wind blew fiercely as a Terrible Terror snapped and snarled and bit at the branches hovering just next to him. He was the colour of verdant - a foresty, beautiful shade, with long horns of a pearl-ish tone. Patterns adorned his flank and skin in various swirls of bright colours, and his peach-coloured wings shone from the rain that he had just experienced not too long ago; they were dazzled with water droplets, accentuating the kaleidoscope of colours his wings held. His little red eyes were vivid; excited, streaking with orange as he bounced and snapped and growled. So intent was he on snapping at the wind and falling leaves that he barely noticed the shaggy-haired human crouched behind a rock, breath tense and stance alert, watching the dragon's every move.
The human's name was Ravi; they were a skinny, adventurous soul, always willing to take up a fight or bet on something impossible. Their most recent bet was to catch and tame a dragon before their friends could, which Ravi was determined not to lose. However, as their friends had already found dragons of interest long ago and proceeded to attempt and tame them, none of the dragons that Ravi had spied were of their interest - even rare sightings of a Boneknapper hadn't tickled their fancy. It wasn't like they were picky about the dragon's attitude or looks - god no - they just didn't feel any connection, a spark, a silver lining. Nothing at all.
So it was this fateful day that Ravi decided that a walk in the forest would do them some good before admitting their defeat to the bet - only to come across this silly Terrible Terror bouncing and snapping at the wind as if his life depended on it - they found it endearing, opting to watch from a safe distance, though they didn't really care if they would be hit with a ball of fire or not: this one looked rather young and quite frankly, inexperienced. At first glance, it was obvious that it was the common type of dragon, and yet, the more they admired the creature, the more Ravi found that they wanted to get to know it, to be friends with it, to have it as their trusted companion. As they watched, their hands etched out a small drawing of the dragon, bouncing up and down, on a scrap piece of paper (Ravi was full of them) with some charcoal they kept in their top pocket.
All of a sudden there was a yelp as the dragon slipped on some rock, tumbling to where Ravi was 'safely' stowed away behind the large rock. The dragon fell on top of Ravi, winding the poor person as the green reptile sprawled on their tall figure; though the dragon was roughly the size of a cat, it was rather heavy. Initially, the Terror didn't move - probably gathering its senses - but after a few seconds, it opened its eyes, and with a high pitched screech, threw itself away from the person, hissing and snarling much like a cat - or snake - would, fear evident in their stance and eyes. The dragon screeched again, and took in a huge lungful of air- Only to suddenly drop like a deflated balloon. Obviously it hasn't quite grasped the fact that you're meant to blow fire out, not in, Ravi thought to themselves as they watched the dragon pick itself up.
Quickly crouching on all fours, they neared themselves to the dragon, who once again was frozen solid with fear. As a last resort, the Terror tried charging - promptly getting their horns tied up in some hanging vines covered in flowers, which caused its head to be yanked back with a sudden force. Ravi laughed a little as the poor creature shook its head feverishly to try and rid itself of the offending objects. "Hey, hey, hey.." They muttered, stepping to the dragon - and realising it was a male - to untangle some of the vines. They quickly took out a small fish they had been hoarding in their pocket - thank god they had caught one today - and waved it in front of the Terror's eyes, who at once focused on the dangling food. "I'm not going to hurt you," Ravi spoke softly, holding out the fish. The Terror glanced into their eyes before tentatively snatching the fish and gulping it down, clambering a little closer to sniff at them. He wrinkled his nose before spying a small blob covered in tin foil and nuzzling at it, albeit harshly, before taking a quick step back for fear of being hurt.
Ravi was surprised. They drew out the tin foil and unwrapped it, noticing the shiny look in the Terror's eyes as the foil glinted. Inside it was a small, round, pearl-coloured bun. "This is Roasted Lotus Pudding," They instructed the Terror, breaking off a little piece and holding it in front of them. The Terror took a sniff and was about to bite it when Ravi pulled it away, laughing at the look of sadness the Terror emitted. "No, no, no - you've gotta work for this one." The Terror groaned in response, slightly confused and acting very angst-like. "Now, to get your fire working-" Ravi motioned as if a building energy was in them before pretending to spout fire into the air. "-you've got to breathe it out. Try it - like this!" They demonstrated using water, and spitting it out after filling their lungs. The Terror copied, but to no avail - he still breathed the fire in and caused himself to bloat like a balloon.
About seven hours later, the technique was finally perfected, with the Terror being rewarded the entire bun for his good work. As Ravi stroked the dragon, they realised how trusting the creature had become from such a short amount of time being together. "Y'know what? You've gotta have a name," They told the dragon, who cocked his head to the side and released a small puff. "How about... Something ssss-like... Hmm... How about... Sloane! And maybe..." They thought of surnames, the first appearing into their head. "Sloane Crottle! Yeah, sounds good!" Ravi stood up, causing the dragon to tumble off of them and growl at the impact they made with the ground.
"Sloane!" Ravi called - the dragon hesitated, confused. "Here Sloane!" Ravi motioned with their finger, beckoning the Terror closer. A step was taken by said dragon. "C'mon Sloane Crottle, move your scaly butt!" At the mention of his full name the Terror flew at Ravi's face, licking his cheek and excitedly huffing. "Sloane, Sloa- Yess, you're Sloane!" Ravi crooned as Sloane rested their head on Ravi's shoulders, happy to be carried away to his new home.
Favorite food;
Surprisingly, Sloane fancied Roasted Lotus Pudding as his favourite treat. Ever. Seriously; he'll eat it whenever he can.
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