It had been a year since Terror had first arrived to the Deep Forest. She was still considered just a hatchling but she had managed to survive. Just barely at times. Psittac dragons are used to eating flowers, fruits and nuts. Most had never encountered snow before since they were jungle creatures. When she had first arrived at the Deep Forest it was spring. Most of the snow was melted then so she didn't know just how insane winters could get in this climate. Luckily she had found a small cave that tunneled underground a ways in so it was a constant 50 degree temperature where it opened into a small room. Terror had to get use to pine cones and tree sap which she consumed for most of the winter. Occasionally she would steal fish from eagles. When she wasn't out foraging for food, she was sleeping to conserve energy.
She finally awoke after sleeping for a few weeks straight. This morning the thin hatchling emerged from her lair to find the sun warmly shining on her blue and orange scales. She sluggishly climbed over the rocks and onto the thawed ground inhaling the potent scent of mud. She blinked at the birds chattering in the trees above. It was much warmer than the last time she had ventured out. Psittacs were warmblooded reptiles but they were still conditioned to hot and humid weather. Gradually Terror felt a stir of energy from the warm rays. Motivated by a growling stomach, she headed over to the small thicket her cave bordered on. Even though she had grown to be four feet long she wouldn't be able to fit her overgrown wings between the tree trunks when fully opened. Thanks to an unfortunate genetic mutation, her wings were three times the size than they should be for a dragon her age. When she reached the clearing she unfurled her wings and launched herself into take off. There was one benefit of massive wings and a tiny body. Flying was practically effortless.
Terror flew a few feet above the tree tops with her head twitching this way and that scanning for a place to find food. She plucked old pinecones from the trees as she flew grimacing at the taste and texture. She continued flying until something out of place caught her eye. Curious she careened in the air and went to hover over a gap in the trees. Below her appeared to be a narrow wooden bridge connecting from one tree to another. Terror slowly lowered herself through the gap and dropped herself onto the bridge. She looked around to see various houses. Some in the trees and some on the ground. But what caught her attention first were the purple and yellow flowers dotting windowsills of these little houses. Bingo! The little dragon dashed off the bridge using her claws and wings to pull her down one of the trees. She ran up to the window with saliva dripping from her muzzle and began mauling the flower bed. They tasted so good! She closed her eyes savoring the sweet soft petals splitting to pieces inside her mouth.
"Damn reptile!"
Terror's eyes shot open just in time to see a frying pan come hurling through the window at her. Before she could twitch, the pan smacked her across the nose. The hatching crouched on the ground whimpering and caressing her bruised muzzle. An annoying high pitched voice came from within the house.
" You think you can get away with ruining my flowers you hooligan you? Dragon or not I'll rip your scales off!"
Terror hissed viciously up at the dark shadowy figure inside the house. She couldn't make out what it was but she appeared to be bipedal. The voice sounded like a screeching chimp but it was feminine. Blood from her nostrils splattered about as she lunged for the rest of the flowers. More shrieking and cursing came within the house as the hatchling darted off through the village. But she wasn't done here yet...
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The move has been completed successfully! Everything appears to have survived the move just fine, but if anyone finds a broken link or anything else that doesn't work as it should, please make a post in Away from the Woods to let me know, thank you.
RP News: ~November 19th 2015~ (Old RP News)
There is no current plot. The forests welcome new travelers within these lands.
Event Status: Not Active (each accepted character allowed to RP in multiple RP threads)
RP Season: Summer
This means everything is green, flowers are everywhere, and the shining sun creates a need for shady shelter on the warmest days.
Out terrorizing the village
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Out terrorizing the village
Is obviously obsessed with unicorns.
Re: Out terrorizing the village
It was a good thing those long, powerful wings of his were capable of carrying his immense weight. It was also a good thing that his thick body didn't require a lot of effort to be lifted off the ground. The thermals were surprisingly strong and powerful above the Prison. As soon as Attor extended those glorious appendages from his spine, he may as well have been whisked away like Mary Poppins! It was smooth sailing from that point on. Literally. He barely had to flap. Attor languidly drifted onward and beyond, only giving his wings a rough shake when his belly brushed the tops of too many trees. Attor would have liked to take this time to reflect an relax, but a couple of different things had him on edge ...
Number 1 was the constant shifting of the atmosphere. All around him, clouds were breaking and forming, lighting up with thunderclaps or pelting rainbows from above. The dragon would have been better off if he knew what to look out for. But there was no predicting what would happen next - it was too random. Really, when did fire rain down in buckets? Since when did whole cirrus clouds transform into floating rocks?
Number 2 was the element of danger ... Norad: the mechanical hulk from hell. Whatever it had summoned from the realm beyond the sky was what had nearly ended his life ... it also knocked him out. He was amazed when he came to with barely a scratch marring his hulking yellow mass, so he counted his stars and departed without looking back. Some part, a very small part, of him was terrified that the mech would rise again to take the dragon for one final throw. That fear was heavily overshadowed by Attor's growing irritation at having failed in battle - been knocked to the ground by something he knew he could have destroyed! Anger welled up in his gut at the thought ... and his stomach came to with a roaring growl.
Which brings us to number 3 - hunger.
For a really big appetite.
Attor could gorge on just about anything right now. He salivated at the thought of a bleeding young buck, raw and warm ... But the pain! Even though his wounds had healed, the Yellow-Jacket Dragon was sore all over. And exhausted to boot. There were a number of reasons Attor was grateful that his voyage above Deep Forest went, for the most part, unhindered. No unusual lightning strikes. No random barrage of backwards bullets. No raining frogs. He did get a cupcake lodged in his eye somehow. That was vexing. Tasty, but vexing.
But really ... Attor wasn't up for much of a confrontation. Not from anything big and problematic at least.
A scent caught his nostrils ... Attor tumbled in flight momentarily, the alluring aroma teasing his olfactories. It was ... delicious! Enchanting! He found himself lured into a trance in which he had to go to the source immediately! What was that? Meaty ... juicy ... was that cheese? Asiago. Oooh ... It was warm. It was tempting. It was ... there!
Clearing a couple of overgrown pines, Attor found himself looming closer and closer to a village strung up among trees and weeds, overlooking one hell of a lake. The buildings were constructed from all sorts of materials - from wood to stone to ... some kind of plushy material. Attor descended lower and lower until elongated talons struck earth and grass, kicking up small clouds of dirty debris. His massive wings snapped against the hardened exoskeleton on his back. Normally he would have bellowed a challenge to the locals, daring them to wage battle against him. Let them come! But right now ... he was content to sneak stealthily about. Besides, a beast of his size and bright colors (sharp yellow with stripes of black to force a contrast) would be easily visible. Surely curious folks would have seen him from their windows. Yet as Attor approached the buildings with his belly low to the ground, not a single peep emitted from those closed homes. Were they afraid, or were they all ... empty?
A little put off by the eerie calm, the venomous dragon pressed on. Tasty Smell's origins had to be floating around here somewhere ... All the while, he was unaware of the smaller dragon lurking on the opposite side of the village's edge.
Number 1 was the constant shifting of the atmosphere. All around him, clouds were breaking and forming, lighting up with thunderclaps or pelting rainbows from above. The dragon would have been better off if he knew what to look out for. But there was no predicting what would happen next - it was too random. Really, when did fire rain down in buckets? Since when did whole cirrus clouds transform into floating rocks?
Number 2 was the element of danger ... Norad: the mechanical hulk from hell. Whatever it had summoned from the realm beyond the sky was what had nearly ended his life ... it also knocked him out. He was amazed when he came to with barely a scratch marring his hulking yellow mass, so he counted his stars and departed without looking back. Some part, a very small part, of him was terrified that the mech would rise again to take the dragon for one final throw. That fear was heavily overshadowed by Attor's growing irritation at having failed in battle - been knocked to the ground by something he knew he could have destroyed! Anger welled up in his gut at the thought ... and his stomach came to with a roaring growl.
Which brings us to number 3 - hunger.
For a really big appetite.
Attor could gorge on just about anything right now. He salivated at the thought of a bleeding young buck, raw and warm ... But the pain! Even though his wounds had healed, the Yellow-Jacket Dragon was sore all over. And exhausted to boot. There were a number of reasons Attor was grateful that his voyage above Deep Forest went, for the most part, unhindered. No unusual lightning strikes. No random barrage of backwards bullets. No raining frogs. He did get a cupcake lodged in his eye somehow. That was vexing. Tasty, but vexing.
But really ... Attor wasn't up for much of a confrontation. Not from anything big and problematic at least.
A scent caught his nostrils ... Attor tumbled in flight momentarily, the alluring aroma teasing his olfactories. It was ... delicious! Enchanting! He found himself lured into a trance in which he had to go to the source immediately! What was that? Meaty ... juicy ... was that cheese? Asiago. Oooh ... It was warm. It was tempting. It was ... there!
Clearing a couple of overgrown pines, Attor found himself looming closer and closer to a village strung up among trees and weeds, overlooking one hell of a lake. The buildings were constructed from all sorts of materials - from wood to stone to ... some kind of plushy material. Attor descended lower and lower until elongated talons struck earth and grass, kicking up small clouds of dirty debris. His massive wings snapped against the hardened exoskeleton on his back. Normally he would have bellowed a challenge to the locals, daring them to wage battle against him. Let them come! But right now ... he was content to sneak stealthily about. Besides, a beast of his size and bright colors (sharp yellow with stripes of black to force a contrast) would be easily visible. Surely curious folks would have seen him from their windows. Yet as Attor approached the buildings with his belly low to the ground, not a single peep emitted from those closed homes. Were they afraid, or were they all ... empty?
A little put off by the eerie calm, the venomous dragon pressed on. Tasty Smell's origins had to be floating around here somewhere ... All the while, he was unaware of the smaller dragon lurking on the opposite side of the village's edge.
"We all change, when you think about it, we're all different people; all through our lives, and that's okay, that's good, you've gotta keep moving, so long as you remember all the people that you used to be."
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Meanwhile on the other end of the village Terror was sneaking around snatching up flowers in people's gardens. Sneaking around as best as a brightly hued dragon could anyway. But it was still early morning and most of the citizens here were still tucked in their warm beds. Terror crept up to flowerbeds in windowsills grabbing as many flowers that would fit in her mouth. She slunk around vivid gardens nestled at the base of trees and consumed those. Poisonous plants weren't a concern for her. Her species often ate toxic fruits and flowers. So far so good. No one was outside yet. Although smoke had started wafting up from a few chimneys. By the time Terror had her fill there were no flowers to be found at this section of the village. Finally she was beginning to feel like her old hyper self. But before she moved on to devour the rest of the villagers gardens, she paid the shrieking lady a visit.
Keeping low to the ground with her overgrown wings dragging, she snuck back towards the house. She surveyed the area for a moment from a safe distance. The frying pan was gone and so was the empty flowerbed. There was a green doormat that said Greetings on it in front of a brightly painted red door. Her snout still ached but the nosebleed had stopped. She crawled towards the doormat and squatted. A smile creeped across her face as she left a smelly present for the nasty lady. Then she was off prancing down the main road towards some more homes. She could smell more flowers not too far off. But there was another strange scent nearby. It wasn't the burning wood or birds or moldy rope, or garbage. To Terror, it smelled like a cross between a reptile and a dry insect. She paused suddenly and a breeze deposited the scent directly in her face. It smelled intimidating. She shook the mane of rainbow feathers running down her neck and looked around.
Keeping low to the ground with her overgrown wings dragging, she snuck back towards the house. She surveyed the area for a moment from a safe distance. The frying pan was gone and so was the empty flowerbed. There was a green doormat that said Greetings on it in front of a brightly painted red door. Her snout still ached but the nosebleed had stopped. She crawled towards the doormat and squatted. A smile creeped across her face as she left a smelly present for the nasty lady. Then she was off prancing down the main road towards some more homes. She could smell more flowers not too far off. But there was another strange scent nearby. It wasn't the burning wood or birds or moldy rope, or garbage. To Terror, it smelled like a cross between a reptile and a dry insect. She paused suddenly and a breeze deposited the scent directly in her face. It smelled intimidating. She shook the mane of rainbow feathers running down her neck and looked around.
Is obviously obsessed with unicorns.
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Funny ... he thought he hard a scream. And was there a faint trace of blood in the air?
But Attor's nostrils were trained on one thing and one thing only. his huge body would have made it impossible to squeeze between some of te cottages dotting the landscape. But he could twist his head down an alley or two ... and some clearing were large enough to just squeeze himself into it. Not that he was taking any chances of getting stuck, oh no. He knew what it was like to be trapped by humans. He knew the weapons they wielded could easily pierce his exoskeletal armor if hey knew where to connect. So yeah ... he wasn't about to risk getting trapped.
The Yellow-Jacket Dragon wasn't very pleased with his inability to get through tight spaces, but he took countermeasures. Attor patrolled from the outside looking in. He only loomed closer when he thought his trailer was heating up. And it did in no time at all. The smell was so strong now! And warm .... blazing hot! Excess salivating left his jaw dripping with goo.
Oooh, he could see it now! there must be some inhabitants still lurking about the village. Somebody had made a meat pie and placed it on a window-sill to cool! But who ... ? The place was so quiet. Not a peep. Were there really straggling bipeds lingering about? Lucky for him ... the pie was within easy reach ... He simply had to saunter up and collect it.
The second his head appeared in the window, though ...
"Oh my god, where did - what - ?!"
The scream of a woman inside alerted and irritated Attor. He was relatively new to this Village, and did not know that the people here had all seen their fair share of strange creatures. In fact, a good deal of those who lived within its confines were strange creatures! The likelihood of getting attacked and/or killed was very, very low. Half-expecting the woman's husband to come charging out with a knife, Attor drew back with a growl. He snatched the pie between his fangs and tore off towards the woods, struggling not to swallow te delicious juices careening down his gullet. By the gods, he was so hungry ...
But Attor's nostrils were trained on one thing and one thing only. his huge body would have made it impossible to squeeze between some of te cottages dotting the landscape. But he could twist his head down an alley or two ... and some clearing were large enough to just squeeze himself into it. Not that he was taking any chances of getting stuck, oh no. He knew what it was like to be trapped by humans. He knew the weapons they wielded could easily pierce his exoskeletal armor if hey knew where to connect. So yeah ... he wasn't about to risk getting trapped.
The Yellow-Jacket Dragon wasn't very pleased with his inability to get through tight spaces, but he took countermeasures. Attor patrolled from the outside looking in. He only loomed closer when he thought his trailer was heating up. And it did in no time at all. The smell was so strong now! And warm .... blazing hot! Excess salivating left his jaw dripping with goo.
Oooh, he could see it now! there must be some inhabitants still lurking about the village. Somebody had made a meat pie and placed it on a window-sill to cool! But who ... ? The place was so quiet. Not a peep. Were there really straggling bipeds lingering about? Lucky for him ... the pie was within easy reach ... He simply had to saunter up and collect it.
The second his head appeared in the window, though ...
"Oh my god, where did - what - ?!"
The scream of a woman inside alerted and irritated Attor. He was relatively new to this Village, and did not know that the people here had all seen their fair share of strange creatures. In fact, a good deal of those who lived within its confines were strange creatures! The likelihood of getting attacked and/or killed was very, very low. Half-expecting the woman's husband to come charging out with a knife, Attor drew back with a growl. He snatched the pie between his fangs and tore off towards the woods, struggling not to swallow te delicious juices careening down his gullet. By the gods, he was so hungry ...
"We all change, when you think about it, we're all different people; all through our lives, and that's okay, that's good, you've gotta keep moving, so long as you remember all the people that you used to be."
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Not too far off came a scream. Terror pointed her head towards the sound. The whelping couldn't contain her curiosity and darted through yards towards the source. A steamy smell of meat wafted towards her nostrils. She snorted the scent out. Her kind was the only type of dragon that rarely ate meat. Fish was the only exception. Through the various cottages, Terror saw something black and yellow flash by.
She was about to pursue when suddenly a male elf tore out of a house sword in hand. He held his sword with both hands looking around wildly. Then he spotted the dog-sized hatching. The man gawked down at the dragon for a moment. His sword dropped to the ground and he bent pointing at Terror. She laid her ears back in response being all too used to people pointing at her giant wings.
"Aha! Vylara, that's the monster that took your pie? Why that's nothing but a parrot! Haha haaa! We'll keep it! Polly want a cracker?" The lanky elf slapped his thighs and looked as if he would piss himself from laughter.
Terror cocked her head. She supposed she looked something like a parrot. And what monster? True she was often called a little monster by some but she hadn't stolen any pies. The monster must have been the yellow movement she saw a moment ago. She turned left to go investigate when the man started to guffaw even louder.
"Loo...look at those wings! How can that thing even hold those up? Look out it's gonna topple over! Hahahaha! I can't believe my dumb wife is afraid of that!"
That did it. A high-pitched growl came from her throat. She aimed and a bolt of electricity erupted from her mouth. It surged through the elf and he fell to the ground. It was not enough power to seriously maim the guy but it shut him up at least. Among psittac dragons, electricity was a way to catch fish or to be used for self-defense. He was lucky she was just a young dragon.
He said some curses as he got up and wobbled back to the bright blue house. The man tried the knob only to find it locked. He banged on the door but his wife wasn't letting him in anytime soon. She heard what he said. The elf slowly turned to find the whelpling grinning evilly at him. A moment later he was running out of the village with Terror on his heels. The man yelled and his brown hair stood on end as she singed his skinny behind. Terror extended her wing and grabbed his leg with her claw tripping him. He skidded across the ground and she pounced on his back. Terror jumped on him a few times driving him deeper into the mud until she saw the black and yellow creature up ahead. It appeared to be a dragon heading towards some heavily dense woods.
She was about to pursue when suddenly a male elf tore out of a house sword in hand. He held his sword with both hands looking around wildly. Then he spotted the dog-sized hatching. The man gawked down at the dragon for a moment. His sword dropped to the ground and he bent pointing at Terror. She laid her ears back in response being all too used to people pointing at her giant wings.
"Aha! Vylara, that's the monster that took your pie? Why that's nothing but a parrot! Haha haaa! We'll keep it! Polly want a cracker?" The lanky elf slapped his thighs and looked as if he would piss himself from laughter.
Terror cocked her head. She supposed she looked something like a parrot. And what monster? True she was often called a little monster by some but she hadn't stolen any pies. The monster must have been the yellow movement she saw a moment ago. She turned left to go investigate when the man started to guffaw even louder.
"Loo...look at those wings! How can that thing even hold those up? Look out it's gonna topple over! Hahahaha! I can't believe my dumb wife is afraid of that!"
That did it. A high-pitched growl came from her throat. She aimed and a bolt of electricity erupted from her mouth. It surged through the elf and he fell to the ground. It was not enough power to seriously maim the guy but it shut him up at least. Among psittac dragons, electricity was a way to catch fish or to be used for self-defense. He was lucky she was just a young dragon.
He said some curses as he got up and wobbled back to the bright blue house. The man tried the knob only to find it locked. He banged on the door but his wife wasn't letting him in anytime soon. She heard what he said. The elf slowly turned to find the whelpling grinning evilly at him. A moment later he was running out of the village with Terror on his heels. The man yelled and his brown hair stood on end as she singed his skinny behind. Terror extended her wing and grabbed his leg with her claw tripping him. He skidded across the ground and she pounced on his back. Terror jumped on him a few times driving him deeper into the mud until she saw the black and yellow creature up ahead. It appeared to be a dragon heading towards some heavily dense woods.
Is obviously obsessed with unicorns.
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There wasn't a whole lot of grace in his loping, large form. yellow and black all over, it wasn't like he was impossible to spot either. But his size was enough to keep most challengers away. So were those sharp quills jutting from his spine, and the teeth, and the stinger for a tail ... Even if the villager he'd stolen from was angry enough to lash out at him, the person would know better in the end and keep his distance. That didn't mean the aggression wasn't going to be taken out on something else though. Attor did hear yelling, and laughter, and the noise of a struggle ... but the pain in his stomach was overpowering, and the smell of the meat pie was so strong and delicious that it nullified any drifting odor of another dragon in the area.
Every time he moved, he ached. Every time he breathed, he ached. So Attor didn't get far into the woodlands before settling down with his dinner in claw. Of course it was small and would hardly be filling. There was no blood and no raw meat ... and certainly no satisfaction of ripping into something screaming and pleading for mercy ... but it would do for now! He dove right in with no grace. The little bit of juice and gravy that wasn't gorged smeared over his muzzle. Getting to the bottom of the pie left him feeling so unsatisfied that he actually contemplated eating the pan! But he was no shark. And that wouldn't digest well.
"Not nearly enough," hissed the beast, using a foreclaw to flick the tin away. It bounced off a tree and rolled when it hit earth again. A warm huff blew from his nostrils. His growling stomach demanded sustenance ... He was a large thing, after all. And large things needed a lot of food.
Every time he moved, he ached. Every time he breathed, he ached. So Attor didn't get far into the woodlands before settling down with his dinner in claw. Of course it was small and would hardly be filling. There was no blood and no raw meat ... and certainly no satisfaction of ripping into something screaming and pleading for mercy ... but it would do for now! He dove right in with no grace. The little bit of juice and gravy that wasn't gorged smeared over his muzzle. Getting to the bottom of the pie left him feeling so unsatisfied that he actually contemplated eating the pan! But he was no shark. And that wouldn't digest well.
"Not nearly enough," hissed the beast, using a foreclaw to flick the tin away. It bounced off a tree and rolled when it hit earth again. A warm huff blew from his nostrils. His growling stomach demanded sustenance ... He was a large thing, after all. And large things needed a lot of food.
"We all change, when you think about it, we're all different people; all through our lives, and that's okay, that's good, you've gotta keep moving, so long as you remember all the people that you used to be."