Brontes

Water | 250 | M | M: Nico, new riders and dragons

The bonding process seemed to be moving along nicely, most riders, if not all, had the opportunity to connect with their dragon, and it appeared as if no more dragons were coming. The water dragon was ready to get this show on the road, the first ride was always fun to see, during his bonding day, one of the riders had been dropped after going through a rough bonding period. It must have been their fault since he had seen the young boy nagging his dragon early. Though he had only fallen a few feet into the lake, unfortunately, he had survived, with the only thing damaged being his pride.

In the saddle, he felt his rider's weight shift, he knew the physical cue by heart, the verbal just affirming it as he raised his wings in a fluid motion. With legs bent, and wings outstretched, the dragon propelled himself off of the ledge where he and Nico had been patiently watching the scene below. Eyes focused below on their new targets.

The water dragon couldn't truly fly, it was more of a glide, but after years of practice, it seemed as if he could truly fly. Brontes shifted his wings, lowering the left and raising the right ever so slightly as he made his descent. Moving in a spiral pattern before leveling out and dropping onto all fours, his gaze cold and unwavering as he looked over his new riders. Matching the stare his rider gave. He followed his rider's cue to move so that they stood in front of the group, it was a good size, though they seemed a bit larger now that he was witnessing them in person. However, that wasn't an issue for the large male.

The dragon raised himself to his full height, frill fanning out and wings outstretched to show off his size and power, before folding them neatly at his side and letting out a dominant snort. Steam rose from his nostrils as his rider began his opening speech. He rather enjoyed hearing his rider talk, Brontes wouldn't have phrased it any other way.

The water dragon stood silently at his rider's side, sizing up each of the dragons and taking official inventory of who had shown up. His gaze lingered a bit longer on the fire dragons, particularly the one whose rider had fainted, whether it had been the dragon's fault or not he hadn't seen a reaction such as that in years. This year they had three dragons of that class. One or two were enough trouble on their own, but three may pose a challenge depending on their temperament.

At the mention of a rider not being caught during a fall, Brontes suppressed a burst of water. Such a silly thing, if a human couldn't hold on and fell off, it was on them. Focusing back on his rider, the dragon flashed a toothy grin at the mention of the said alternative if that were to happen. He was debating having a word or two with the other dragons concerning the first ride but figured it might be more entertaining if he said nothing. So he remained quiet.

+Turning wasy from the water and back towards the now crowded bonding place , a shiver runs up his spine, croweds were always a bad idea for the male, plus ll of these dragons he didnt know, they coud et him. After all his bonding session with his dragon didnt go to well, he seemed irritated with him being with the dragon. Releasing a sigh he turns back towards the wtaer and hugs himself tightly before he readjusted his hood on top of his light brown hair+

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"Can today get any worse...I would rather be eaten"

+He speaks aloud remaining in his place listening out for the teachers next instructions for what he gatherd the first rides will be happening soon. Sucking in a breath he closes his eyes feeling the wind blow aginst it+

Mircea Crylor | 17 | Male | Mentions: Hartley, Micheal, Valine, Roxanne, Other Riders (Briefly)

The young man felt his heart shatter into pieces taking a look at Dan. The dragon was obviously a sweetheart, and it looked like he made him cry. Was it him that made the dragon cry or was it Roxanne. No matter what it was - he had been a factor. He had the effect, his words could make others weep because he was careless with them at times. But what cut even worse was when the dragon told him he was a bad human. Those two words hurt, and he felt his eyes water a bit himself, but he held it together. Being called bad brought back memories he wished he didn't have, but he did. He kept his breathing calm and kept his temper in check. He had messed up big time, but it was a relief when the dragon hoped he could be a good human. He was quite interested to see how him and Roxanne would interact. He had snorted when Roxanne was being her usual sassy and spitfire self when he helped get the compass off of her body. It was like the old friend he knew.

He smirked when she shooed him away for his "mushy talk" and he said, "You know I only get mushy talking about you and Hart dear Roxie. You're like my big sister and you know it, it's my job to be your mushy younger brother at times." He said with a mischievous grin on his face. He was her evil twin even if she didn't admit it, wherever she went - he would follow close behind. It was always Roxanne and Mircea, and though they had lost a couple of years, he wasn't gonna give up that easy on her, and she knew it. It wasn't in his veins to give up, he was stubborn like that.

After he had saved his cousin from getting squashed by a dragon, he was too excited to show off his own dragon. But he was shocked to see when a beautiful air dragon had came in - it had beautiful jewelry on, he wondered where the creature got such jewelry from. But what shocked him was how it chose Hartley as his Rider. Oh wow, his baby cousin had been picked by a dragon! How exciting. He the focused on his own dragon, he would badger Hart later.

He carefully out the six rings in her horns. They adorned her head quite prettily. And he had give a small 'oooo' as they shimmered on her horns. What shook him was when she proceeded to take her spikes and give one to him. Oh my stars, doesn't that hurt you? Are you alright? Do I need to do some sort of dragon first aid? He said panicking through the link.

It was a pretty spike admittedly. He ran his hands over it and sat down. He wondered what he could make out of it. He hummed to himself as he opened up his bag and took out a brush and comb. He began fixing the mess of his hair. He brushed out the leaves and grass that had adorned it, and he then put it in a neat plait, and then took it and wrapped it around into a braided bun. He then pinned it down with bobby pins. You see he kept these things in his bag - don't ask why. He then stood up and dusted himself off, and checked to make sure his clothes were presentable. He had to look good for the Squad Leader after all - first impressions are lasting ones .

My little cousin got chosen by an air dragon he said to his dragon. Oh, you didn't tell me your name either!

Their conversation was interrupted when a loud, and commanding voice called to them. He turned around to see a water dragon coming down, and once it landed the rider was revealed to be his big brother! We half-older brother , his big bro none the less. He immediately straightened his posture and had his eyes on his brother as he spoke of the first ride. He was excited for the ride and hoped his went well.

Thats my big brother up there, he told Valine - a sense of pride washing over him, I hope this ride goes well. I want to impress him! And I want to make my family proud. Are you excited for our first ride?

He then heard a dragon hiss out a shout. He had to take a moment to look over at the dragon and give an irritated look. Who in their right mind would do such a thing? He gave a small annoyed huff before returning to his composed state and watched how amused his brother's dragon seemed with him. This was going to be an interesting ride.

That water dragon is so rude. I bet you he'll get dealt with later on. Mircea said rather smugly through the link but his face was the epitome of composure to the outside.

Michael Evans - Rider - 18 - Male - Mentions: Deirdre, Mircea & Valine, Other Riders (indirect), other Dragons (indirect), Nicodemus & Brontes,

The sound of a loud and authoritive voice calling for attention made Michael reflexively look to the source, breaking off from his surreptitious observing of other humans and their dragons interacting. Once his gaze settled upon the tall figure in front of the mingled group of humans and dragons of varying classes; he recognized him, wasn't that Mircea's older half-brother? Indeed, he believed it was. He had learned not to assume quickly, after that one incident with mistaking two people who looks quite similiar to each other. But he had a certainty that this was Nicodemus Brooks. The water dragon certainly helped to. He had to admit that the water dragon certainly looked impressive, in the way that someone acknowledges but doesn't really put too much thought into. He privately thought that Deirdre looked as imposing, actually, make that more. Was he biased despite knowing her for less than a day? Yes, he most likely was.

He glanced over to Mircea, who looked as if he were standing straighter than normal. Knowing him, he was trying to impress his older brother. The immediate urge to go over and annoy the other was so strong. A quick glance over to the rider-dragon pair standing in front of them, he noticed that the dragon's eyes seemed to linger on Deirdre just a hair longer than the others. Odd.

When Deirdre turned to him, and asked him if he wanted to...obliterate his smug faced friend and his dragon in the first ride; he considered for a few moments.

"Sure. Not too far, I still don't want him to get hurt." He replied with a small shrug.

You know what? He was going to do it, be as annoying as he could possibly manage to his old rival. Surpressing a smile, keeping a neutral expression on his face, he started over to Mircea and his dragon, even while unsure what to do once he got over there. An idea came to him, and he had to ask himself, did he really want to do that idea? Then compared with the pros, he decided, yes, he really did. Hopefully he wouldn't get mauled by Mircea's dragon.

Once close enough, he began saying Mircea's name over and over, poking him in the shoulder hard enough to be felt everytime he repeated the name. He moved closer, right into his personal space; and suddenly leaned about half his weight into the young man's side. The movement probably came out more dramatic than he had intended it to be, it looking rather like he had collasped against him. He was careful to not unbalance Mircea so much, as to prevent them both ending up on the ground again. His repeated of the name was interrupted by a genunine sneeze, coincidentally right next to Mircea's ear; then he gave a very convincing fake sneeze, then another.

"Remember when you got arrested that one time? For stealing the horse? That was great." He suddenly said, taking a break from repeated Mircea's name over and over. He may have said that a tad bit too loud, eh, he didn't care. He moved a bit and accidentally; truly, truly accidentally, stepped on one of Mircea's well kept looking black leather boots. He stumbled and ended up taking his foot off said boot and then setting it down harder as he tried to get his weight off of his foot; and smacked his head into Mircea's. Yeah, he was probably going to get killed for this, or at least get an earful from Mircea. Despite that, he decided to press a little bit more on his luck, now that he had regained his balance and was situated so that he was less likely to step on his toes, literally, he moved closer and began drumming his fingers on the back of his head; he was definitely going to be snapped at for touching his hair without permission.