Brontes

Water dragon | 250 | M | M: Nicodemus, and others[indirectly]

Bronte's focus was on the scene below, eyes scanning the grassy field as new dragons entered, and some even reached their human. He was squinting down at the ground, as an earth dragon appeared, a little too focused he nearly missed Nicodemus behind him. The water dragon nodded in response to his rider's statement, “Then what they say is true, there is already a decent amount in the clearing,” he agreed. Giving a satisfied snort as he received a pat on the neck.

“As long as we aren't training twenty inexperienced snots I’ll be fine.” he spoke, “I was more interested in class diversity that we might have this year than training new recruits, I don’t know how much I'm looking forward to spending time with those angsty kids.” he scoffed, turning away from the sight with mock disgust for only a second. Brontes wasn't trying to judge the new recruits completely, he might turn out to like some of them down the road, but until then he did have some disdain for them.

On the bright side, Brontes and Nico would have control over the incoming riders and their training, which was something the water dragon could get behind. The dragon shot a look towards his rider, noticing him looking below. “Recognize anyone?” he asked, before continuing to scan the small crowd himself, not seeing anyone he knew, though he really didn't know many people from Ederia besides his rider.

The Dragon shifted in his seat, re-adjusting his wings to fold more comfortably at his side. "I haven't been back here in years," Nico murmured, bringing Brontes to his thoughts once again, and back to the day they bonded. Today was the first day the water dragon had returned to this portion of the valley, and he hadn't realized how much he missed it until he had arrived.

Brontes must have stared off for a moment too loud, or had focused too much on the scene below, having had Nico ask him about getting traded in. The dragon swiveled to get a better look at his rider, eyes narrowing as if he was actually considering it. He gave Nice a once over and mysteriously turned away, muttering “You never know about these things…”.

If a dragon could smirk, that would have been the water dragon's facial expression as he slyly shot a glance back at his rider. It was around then when a red streak came flying out of the sky, two more fire dragons, and what seemed like an air dragon in a tree had made an appearance. Brontes had also noticed two other water dragons, the male hadn't seen them during this previous count, but they had caught his eye now. He hadn't seen new water dragons in a while and wasn't quite sure how to feel, the water dragon was somewhat excited, though he would have to wait and decide how he felt about them once he got a better first impression.

He was a little surprised at the turnout, Nico had said those at the Academy hoped there would be a decent-sized group, and so far there were eight dragons, if he had counted right.

Hartley Russel Barn| Rider | 15 | Male | M: Mircea, Dan (ind), Roxanne (ind), Michael, Valine (ind),

Hartley continued his trek down from the cart and deeper into the valley. Cea was still in a comfortable viewing range and Hart could possibly catch up to him if he sprinted with all his gusto. However, his current gusto levels were low and he wasn’t feeling like sweating on this lovely day if he could help it. Besides, his heavy bag weighed him down with its contents which would tire him quicker.

He paused for a moment to soak up the breeze. He was still at the top of the valley and had a perfect view of the below. Dragons swooped in here and there. He wished that he had breaker the bank years ago and bought that telescope. It would’ve made spectating so much easier. Now, most people here were crossing their fingers hoping that some dragon would walk up and call them theirs. Hart was not one of those people. He wouldn’t mind if some lucky lizard was bound to him, but he didn’t really care if he wasn’t picked. He had a future in academics to look forward to. He didn’t need an animal to make his life complete. His life was already fairly good. He was collecting books to make his own library, his family was in health and wealth, everything was working out. Of course, there was a period in his life where he dreamed of being a dragon rider. This was what he called the dragon-nerd phase. It actually wasn’t too long ago, only two years, but he felt like he had grown out of such babyish thoughts. He approximated that there was a one-in-a-thousand chance of him people chosen. However, no matter how much science or math or logic you could pour into him, there would always be a bright-eyed thirteen year-old child who dreamed to feel the wind on his face and to touch the hard, rough scales of his mount and friend.

The awe of dragons being so near made him wish that he hadn’t been so caught up in astronomy and had brought his copy of The Ultimate Collection of Dragon Species by Ralph Gaudwind. Sure it was probably outdated, but it was better than nothing. Now, a lot of people just saw dragons as dragons, the typical flying lizard that can spit up some cool stuff. This irked Hart. They were more than just their classes. Classes was just a broad term used by illiterate people who knew nothing about class draig. There were orders, families, genera and species unique to different types of dragons. Yes, there are water dragons, but there was a difference between those who mainly dwell in water or on beaches. Then those were sorted out into different physical characteristics, what they ate, or something of the like. Slowly they go into smaller and smaller detail until there could only be one dragon that it could possibly mean.

Hart continued his scan, taking his time and enjoying himself. He actually found Cea. He was down by some tree talking to someone. That’s interesting. He’d have to meet them later. Oh, look, more dragons. Fire dragons landed smoothly on the ground, one of them preforming a daring dive and the other circled their way down to safety. It was funny how people could just think of them just as fire dragons. He couldn’t tell for sure, but the flashier dragon could’ve been an anialwch gwraiddtalcen. His thoughts became pre-occupied about taxonomy and its history to the point where he was digging through his sack to see if he brought any books about it. Eventually, though, his attention returned to his cousin.

What the hell?

There was some reprobate sneaking up behind the long-haired dork. Right when there was this giant fire dragon, possibly in genus Tân if he was seeing the scales right, charging at some girl. Honestly it was a good time to creep around because the dragon was such a distraction. Hmm, I should probably start running to help Cea, he thought as the stranger grew closer to his family member. So like any noble friend, he charged down the field with his book-filled satchel’s string wrapped twice around his hand, swinging with each awkward step.

Halfway down, Hart was growing tired. He hadn’t run like this in a while. His legs were beginning to feel like rubber and the taller blades of grass whipped him as he sped past. His stomach ached, but he forced himself to keep on. Wha? Was the stranger holding his cousin like he was a ballerina? Who would have the audacity—oh, it was Michael. It was a very childish feud, but Michael and Mircea had been at each other's throats for years. Worst of enemies and distinct rivals. Hart had obviously chosen to side with Cea back then and he planned on doing so now. As he grew nearer, he prepared his bag for a hefty thrust. He wasn’t the strongest, but he knew that momentum was on his side. That and the hefty, three-inch thick Professor Finn’s Guide to Annoying People lodged in at a sure-to-stab angle. He prepared himself to spring when Cea suddenly rose up like he was Lazarus and dashed after the fire dragon. He shouted a name that screeched Hart’s mind to a stop. His thoughts froze as he slowly processed what his cousin had just yelled. Roxanne. Rocky was here? Alive? Forget that fool, I wanna see Rocky!

He began to make a turn after her. As he did, he twirled the sack of books, hoping that it would land somewhere on Michael. It was least that he could do. By the time he got there, Cea had already given the dragon a piece of his mind. Of course Cea could do that. Hart couldn’t help but be in awe of the beast. It taller or at least as tall as his house. Its horns curved dangerously on its face and the creature’s spiked tail was…wagging? How odd. He immediately wished that he had kept his bag so that he could add this to his notebook which was unfortunately buried at the very bottom of the heap. He wanted to touch it, but was scared at the same time. He turned towards Cea and noticed for the first time the giant green and black boulder of a dragon. He wasn’t sure exactly what it was. Maybe apart of genus glo? He wasn’t sure. It had been awhile since he read up on his earth dragons. So much was happening at once. First he was hurling books, then he was running to meet an old friend, and now he was merely a few feet away from two dragons of different classes. Although he knew terminology and had read dictionaries before, he only knew one word to fit all of his emotions into.

“Wow.”

Deirdre || Fire Dragon || M: Michael and Co., Agneya (Ind), Others (Ind)

She'd been feeling the itch for the past few days. It had steadily gotten stronger until the large red female couldn't stand to function anymore. Deirdre had missed not one, not two, but three easy kills for food. She had crashed head-first into a sand dune that she could have sworn had not existed seconds prior. She'd mixed up her sister's name with that of another dragon Deirdre hadn't seen in decades. And it was all a human's fault.

As she noticed the lake below, Deirdre folded her wings in for a steep dive to the solid ground just beyond it. At the last moment, her wings stretched their full length and caught a draft to prevent a second embarrassing crash landing; her legs hit the ground steadily with a solid thkung. Her wings began to furl again as Deirdre raised her head from the small cloud of dust she had created, angry golden eyes piercing through as she searched the uneasy human faces for the little twerp causing her all these troubles.

She rose to her full height and, with her regal yet predatory strides, made her way to the larger gathering of dragons and humans. It appeared that Agneya had already found her human; that was good. Deirdre would have to make sure to put the fear of God into the whelp that would ride her sister. Just to make sure they knew just exactly what they were dealing with, should the dragonet come to harm because of them.

She shelved her mental note and continued her search, narrowing her eyes. Hmmm. They all looked quite tasty, actually. A bit toasted on the side, maybe... Human was supposed to go well with a little char. Deirdre released a short, rumbling growl as she mentally scolded herself for such thoughts. It wasn't their fault they looked like walking, dragon-sized sausages. Ooh, she could go for a nice roast right about now.

A group of humans caught her eye; it appeared that some had arrived together while others had been... unexpected? Perhaps? A boy with a bookbag was swinging his load dangerously close to another young man; a longer haired male had thrown himself at a young woman in the way that old friends do, and two dragons were making their way over. She recognized a fellow fire type, though she couldn't quite remember his name; the other was an earth type. Her eyes moved over each and every face, landing with laser focus on the recipient of the bag-swinging. Her pupils instantly shrank to slits and she pushed her way through the various cliques and side hustles until she had reached Michael.

"You!" she hissed, her senses lurching for a moment. Her bond was made. All at once, a massive tidal wave of anger and protective instinct flooded her, and she sent a stink eye to the people -- and dragons -- surrounding the chosen human. Her human. Her red body shimmered with metallic oranges and yellows as she subconsciously wrapped herself partway around the much frailer form below her. Sniffing with slight disdain, she rumbled, "You have put me through quite the hell week, mister."

She could not have cared less about the reactions of those around them. The humans were, well, human, and they wouldn't be difficult to subdue. The other dragons... well, she didn't know them, and perhaps nearly squashing their riders as well as her own had not been the best course of action, but Deirdre could not comprehend what jolt of feeling she had just undergone. She'd apologize to them later, once all of the chaos subsided. For now, her attention was on the young human who had almost been murdered by textbooks. Ah, another victim of education.

Dawn | F | Air Dragon | 111 | M: Lira (Dir.) Basically everyone (ind.)

While Dawn perched atop the tree she noticed more dragons arriving and more dragons finding their riders. The valley was becoming fuller now and less empty than before. A breeze had started to pick up making Dawn feel more comfortable on her little perch.

Wow this is amazing..

Dawn was in awe of all the different types of dragons and the humans, never in her life had Dawn seen so many humans in one place. This was mainly since she resided far from here up in the mountain wher the altitude was to high for most humans to survive.

Many scenes were taking place below her, one scene in particular caught Dawn’s eye. A quite energetic fire dragon had seemingly bounded up to a women, probably it's rider. The dragon had shoved a compass, quite large at that onto the riders lap.

A gift, I never thought to bring a gift for my rider.

Dawn contuinted to watched, intrigued by the women’s reaction to the large fire dragon, a reaction that showed some type of fear. In the corner of her eye Dawn saw a man, then two, one had grabbed the other, clearly suprising the first man. Amused at the sight Dawn watched as the first man picked himself up. Her gaze flitted back to women and the fire dragon, where the man Dawn had just seen started to approach. Things were getting more interesting by the second. Dawn’s eyes were glued to the scene, curious as to what was happening.

The man had put himself between the women and th fire dragon. He had for some reason assumed that would make a difference to whatever he felt was going on. Clearly he doesn't know much about dragons. An earth dragon had now made an appearance and Dawn’s gaze lingered on the scene a moment longer before her eyes met the gaze of a young girl below her tree.

That’s my rider, that's one I'm looking for..

Lifting herself into the air Dawn glided down, landing just a few feet away from the girl. Resting her large wings against her sides Dawn began to approach her. “I'm Dawn, and I believe I'm your dragon.” She rumbled softly and lay down acrossed from the girl, waiting for a reaction, or a response of some type. While she waited Dawn wondered if she should have brought a gift. The thought had honestly not even occurred to her until she had noticed other dragons giving gifts to their newfound riders.

I'm sure I'll be fine, I can't be the only one who didn't bring a gift.

Michael Evans - Rider - 18 - Male - Mentions: Mircea, Deirdre, Hartley Barn, Roxanne, Others (indirect)


One moment, he had been lying on top of Mircea after the failed attempt to pick him up while the other young man growled an insult and threat at him.

Within a heartbeat, their positions were reversed, with the amber-eyed boy hissing insults at him, stabbing very pointedly at his chest whilst doing so. Then he had gotten up suddenly and bolted after Roxanne and the fire dragon like his life depended on it. He watched from the ground as Mircea got himself between the dragon and Roxanne. What did that idiot think he was doing? She was probably chosen by that dragon, nevermind her fearful reaction to it. A sigh escaped him as he started to get to his feet. Once standing, someone ran by him, throwing what looked to be a bag at him, making him reflexively flinch to the side. Luckily, said bag, which looked quite heavy, missed, although he didn't move quick enough and he stumbled as it clipped his shoulder. Who was that- oh, nevermind. As he squinted in the direction of the thrower, he was pretty sure it was Hartley, Mircea's younger cousin who had sided with his rival all those years ago. That explained it.

As he watched the two dragons approach Roxanne and Mircea, a fire dragon and earth dragon, he noticed a large dragon heading straight towards him. His heartbeat picked up, no way, no way was it heading for him.

It was probably heading toward another human behind him.

But he didn't move. And he didn't think he could make himself move if he had wanted to.

The dragon in question was a beautiful creature, well-built but lithe, even from a little distance from it he could tell that this one had a regal bearing, covered in fiery red scales that shimmered with oranges and yellows; making it have the appearance of fire given living form. All dragon types were distinctive, and there was no mistaking this one for anything but a fire type. Stunning, absolutely stunning, in his opinion.

Then it felt like the dragon was suddenly there.

"You!"

The hiss met his ears, then a burst of pain emanating from his head, a feeling that he could only liken to something snapping into place in his mind. Unconsciously, a quiet whimper of mingled pain and surprise issued from his throat, being too taken off guard with the dragon and everything to stifle it. Thankfully, the pain cleared up quickly, and he noticed that in those few moments, the dragon had kind of wrapped her powerful body around his -in comparison- weak one. Then she spoke again, but this time not uttered out loud, but in his head.

"You have put me through quite the hell week, mister."

Michael's head spun, and he felt lightheaded from the sheer surge of shock and other high emotions he couldn't pick through at the moment. He suddenly felt weak physically, as if his legs might buckle under him; even though it was not too hot in the clearing and he hadn't been doing much physical activity while present, he felt hot, and might have been sweating. Despite the sudden sensation of being overly warm, his pulse was slow, and he was trembling slightly. His breathing was irregular, quicker than normal.

Suddenly, his body gave a violent shudder, right before his vision seemed to black out, his eyes rolled back into his head, and he collasped, loosing consciousness; gravity pulling his suddenly limp body to the ground. His unconscious body ending up smacking into the ground on his side, but rolled due to the weight of it, onto his front. His body moving up and down with each breath, a sign that he was still alive.