by Phina Wolf » Tue Feb 09, 2016 6:08 pm
Rider; Josephine (Phina) Wolf
Name; Torch and Dagger
Gender; female
Species; Hideous Zipplebac
Left Head; The left head, Torch, Is the sparker. She is the more aggressive of the two, tending to snap at unfamiliar things.
Right Head; The right head, Dagger, Tends to be more relaxed. She doesn't win her fights by getting up in your face, she slowly beats you down.
Taming Entry;
No Joy, I wasn't trying to burn down the village, thank you very much. Your faith in me is inspiring. I'm not kidding, I really wasn't trying to burn it down or destroy it. You want my side of the story? Fine, here it is.
So, you know that I'm apprenticed to the healer right? You didn't? Well, now you do. So, any, I'm her apprentice and she said that one of my jobs would be healing dragons, even ones that didn't want healing. So, in true viking fashion, she declared that the best way to learn was by doing. Want to know what that means?? It means, paraphrased, "Get out of here, go find an injured wild dragon, heal it and somehow prove you did so.+ Sounds fun, right?? Wrong.
I almost got torched....three times? No, four. Wait, and the Terrible Terror, that's five, and did I count...? Never mind, you get the picture. And that isn't mentioning all the bites, nips, scratches and that one Deadly Nadder spine that just nicked my shoulder. So, I got plenty of healing practice while searching for a dragon that was hurt or docile enough to let me near it, as I, idiot that I am, had forgotten to bring any bait.
Finally, I began to worry. I hadn't heard a dragon in a long, long time. Why was that?? Berk is crawling with dragons. I started looking around, noticing some strange things. There were foot prints of several types of dragons, and even some other animals, but all were going in the same direction I was, none going back. There were strange, see through amber colored honey bee hives on several of the tress, but none had bees. Or honeycombs for that matter. What kind of behave didn't have bees or honeycombs??? Then it hit me. Those weren't beehives. They were Death Song amber. Now I could see the subtle pattern of dragon scales etched on each of the pieces, the only remaining evidence of the victim.
I turned and was about to run when I heard the aggressive snap snap sound of the sparking head of a Hideous Zipplebac. I turned again, searching the trees for the poor dragon. I finally found it, stuck by a tail tip to a boulder. I slowly walked over, my hands out in front of me so that the Zipplebac could see that I wasn't going to hurt her. The left sparked at me angrily, but I kept walking.
"Shhh." I comforted the obviously angry dragon. The right head examined me carefully, but didn't seem as eager to attack as the left. I reached in my bag pulling out sever herbs that I would need. Only the Death Song could free them, and I knew that was not a good option. So I had had to think of another way. I had, but I didn't like it. I only had a little dragon grass, so I would have to use it on the more aggressive head if I could get close enough. I made a dash for it, scrubbing the grass as high on the left neck as I could reach. The left head's eyes closed and I barely caught it before it hit the ground. The Right head blinked sleepily, effected, but not as strongly.
I laid the sleeping right head on the ground and moved to the trapped tail. "I'm so sorry." I told the dragon before taking out my knife and beginning to cut off the trapped tail piece. The right head screech in pair and blew it's flammable gas at me, but with the left head disabled, it only made me cough. I glanced at the sky nervously, hoping that I could finish before the Death Song came to investigate.
It took longer that I would have liked, the dragon screaming the entire time and the gas growing thicker around my, the left head beginning to stir. I made the final cut and began rubbing numbing and blood clotting herbs on the open wound I had created. The dragon suddenly stopped screaming, and I didn't think it was because of the pain easing. I looked up and sure enough, there was the Death Sone circling above. I cursed, releasing the dragons double tail. The right head examined what I had done curiously, and head butted the Left head when it opened it's mouth to spark, which would have killed me instantly. They seemed to talk to each other silently, then moth looked back at their injured tail, then at the little piece stuck in the amber, then at me. I waved, which felt stupid, but we didn't have any time to think about it more.
The Death Song dove out of the sky, shooting straight toward us. The right head grabbed the back of my jacket in it's math, yanking me under it, spreading it wings as a shield to keep the gas out. For about thirty seconds, nothing happened. Then there was a huge boom that shook the ground beneath me, and a shriek of pain and the hurried flapping of wings. Then silence. Suddenly, the right head appeared and made a strange whirring sound. The dragon folded it's wings and I crawled out. In a twenty foot ring around us, the trees and grass were charred and burring, sending huge plumes of smoke into the sky. I looked for the Death Song, but it was no where to be seen.
Turning back to the dragon, I nodded my head in thanks. The right head head butted me gently, the left following it's example, thought a little unwillingly. The right head lowered it's neck and waited. My hand flew to my mouth. "Oh! You want me to..." the left head nudged me forward. Grinning ear to ear I climbed on. We swooped up, up, up, into the sky, away from the territory of the Death Song. I whooped happily, the turned my attention to my new dragon. "You need a name." I told them. "Two names, actually. You," I said, stroking the head I rode, "You're going to be Dagger. You're clever and a planner, like you have to be when you use a dagger. And you." I looked at the left head, "You're Torch. A torch is often a symbol of violence, mobs and war, but is also a symbol of rescue. Yes, it fits you nicely. I smiled down at my little village, before realizing that the fire we had started was racing towards it. "Oh no." I groaned. "Not again."
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Phina Wolf on Fri Feb 12, 2016 11:03 am, edited 1 time in total.
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Hi, I’m Phina Wolf, but you
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