High Ridge Dragon Riding Academy // Role Play // Open

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    Max||Alkin


    Xavier||Baran


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    The headmistress tisked, "A bit too much for her, she'll have to build up her tolerance. Terrin, you are up next. Drink." She handed him the chalice with her lips perused closed again.

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    Terrin quite happily took a drink, unable to resist bouncing. He waited for a dragon, all the dragons only taking a small glance at him before turning away. You, said a voice that wasn't happening on the outside. He was confused. have positivity, kindness, by just looking at you, I can see that. What's your name? "Terrin," Terrin answered. He only seen a blood red dragon for a second before a flash happened and his head hurt with immense pressure. However, this was only for a little period.




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    Flate didn't respond and only watched with awe. She honestly wouldn't care if she got a big or small dragon. She could already tell that even one of these majestic beasts would be the most awesome thing ever. Her eyes landed on Terrin as it was his turn, and she couldn't help but feel excitement burn through her. It was nearly her turn! Her gaze fixated upon Xavier, and she chuckled. "She'll be fine, blockhead. That dragon did nothing wrong," She insisted, though not too sure herself. She snapped her attention back to the valley, finding the entire area breathtaking.


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    The headmistress nodded silently, Seems he's found his too. These kids seem to be finding them quite easily. She looked at the other two kids before glancing at the still unconcious pink haired girl on the blue dragon.


    Max||Alkin


    Xavier||Baran

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    Terrin walked up to Flate and Xavier, patting them on the back. "Hope you two get dragons," he smiles warmly, stepping back as his Fire Dragon walks past, talons sharp enough to make holes on the grass. It's not all about kindness, Terrin. Your best friend can be your enemy, remember that... he glances at Terrin before shooting a look at the two others, his face expressionless.




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    After standing there dumbstruck for a few minutes, at the sheer sight of seeing these people bond with the magnificent beasts, she began to panic.




    [i]"What if I don't get a dragon, what if I'm not chosen"




    After, thinking such thoughts she began to fidget with her fingers and shaking.







    OOC: Sorry about the shortness of it and being late I've been a little busy with work and school
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    I hope so, too. She thought, before snapping rather impatiently at the mistress. "Can I go and get my dragon, now, please?" Her foot tapped rapidly at the ground, that excitement burning and bubbling inside of her like she was going to explode.


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    The headmistress stared at her emotionless, "We don't appreciate impatience here. But, it is your turn. Drink." She leaned close to the girl and handed her the chalice.

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    Tréan || Flate

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    Without a moment's hesitation, Flate dove forward and gripped the chalice. She sipped the liquid, and the taste warmed her throat and tongue. It was something she didn't recognize, quite honestly. All she knew was that it was sweet, and maybe a bit too sweet. Recoiling, she rubbed off the remaining liquid from her lips and chin casually with her sleeve, before she strode down into the valley. That excitement pulsed through her, and she cast her gaze about, creeping through the tussocks that reached to her knees. Some dragons glanced in her direction briefly, while others ignored her all together. The sight suddenly made her feel a prick of doubt. None of these beasts approached her or even spoke to her. Was she just not destined?


    She held a look of determination on her expression despite this as she ventured farther and farther away from the small group. Whatever it would take, she would find her dragon. She paused, recoiling in alarm and gasping as movement flashed across her feet. She realized with a chuckle that it was merely a small emerald-green hatchling of dragon, whom of which was playing chase with its sibling. She continued on, that doubt beginning to gnaw at her more strongly.


    Flate was just about to give up and go back, when movement from the wall of sand that supported an overhanging boulder caught her eye. The grains began to sink in, and her curiosity sparked like a freshly ignited flame. She paused when nothing moved. "...Hello?" She spoke hesitantly, searching for the sign of shifting from the sand barrier. Without a single bit of warning, a thick paw shot out through the tumbling grain, and what followed made her stumble backward in alarm. A massive, bulky creature stumbled out from its burrow, its nostrils flaring and wings twitching. For a long moment, the dragon shook his copper brown and pale gold scales free from the debris, as if not noticing her. Flate merely stared, unsure as to how to react.


    Finally, the burrowing dragon fixated its amber gaze upon the nimble human. Hello, land-runner. The voice was bellowing and deep, and almost seemed to rattle her skull. Flate took a step back in dismay. The desert dragon studied her carefully, both looking irritated yet curious at the same time. Speak your name, future rider. He ordered, voice continuously laced with impatience.


    "F-Flate," She said distantly, a bit skeptical. A big lump of a dragon? Could it even fly? Its whip-thin tail lashed at the tail expectantly, huffing. He seemed a bit judgmental all of a sudden, as if noticing her cross look. But he also seemed amused.


    Well, Flate, I suppose you need a dragon in order to be a rider, am I not correct? His lips curled back, and the strange bristles that covered his neck twitched. Flate stared at him suspiciously, and she scowled. What did this dragon want? For her to be its rider? Heck, no! Not a lump of fat brown scales! Before she could let out a retort, a sudden agonizing pain flashed through her head and she collapsed to her knees, crying out. Her skull pounded and pulsed as finally the fiery grip released, leaving her shaking violently and choking on her own breath. She stared at the ground, gripping her head, bracing for another wave of pain that would never arrive.


    She was in utter shock as the dragon gazed at her observantly; almost with amusement. When Flate finally relaxed, she staggered upright, stumbling until she caught her balance. She hissed and shot a steely-cold glare to the beast who seemed to have a smirk upon his lips. "What did you do?!" She demanded, gripping her knife threateningly. The desert burrower merely huffed, snorting out whisps of grit smoke, before sliding past her and heading toward the group wordlessly. Groaning, she turned in a sloppy manner and followed, finding it unbelievable that her dragon was a lump of stone.


    When they finally made it made, Flate pretended to have a look of satisfaction on her features, when in reality she was still tense and angered. The desert dragon stared coldly at the others, standing firmly at the teenager's side. The girl couldn't help but feel even more irritated by his guarding position.


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    The headmistress nodded at the girl, "Xavier, Dink."


    Max||Alkin


    Xavier||Baran

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    The headmistress looked at the late arrival with distance and a war in look before handing the student the chalice. "You have 45 minutes and one chance to find your dragon. Good luck."

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    "Galaxy," Terrin named his huge dragon under his breath, staring upwards at Flate's grumbling dragon. "So, Flate, you think you like your dragon?" He left out "because you seemed exited" and replaced the words with a smile. He glanced back at his fire dragon, Galaxy's golden eyes blazing, and looked back at Flate. "I, heh, love mine. But he doesn't seem to listen to what I say, just follow me or stare at something." the boy laughed lightly, trying to coax Flate into a better mood.




    Galaxy stared at Flate's dragon, eyes blazing. "Why is it that you seem like you hate the girl? I've only observed you for a few moments and you look pretty grumpy, Sand Dragon." he made a sound, similar to a snarl but not quite. The Fire Dragon's wings unfolded and folded, collecting a little power from the sun. Galaxy waited quite patiently with the other's answer, his tail brushing the ground.




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    Flate stared at Terrin blankly, as if what he asked was odd. She shook off the look, realizing she was blowing her cover and probably looking quite offending. "Of course!" She exclaimed, resting a palm on the Sand Dragon's bristled neck. The brute of a dragon emitted a snarl of a warning, and she recoiled in alarm. She pretended to look dismayed, before rubbing the back of her neck casually. "Even if he doesn't seem to like me," She added, chuckling lightly. Even if we don't like each other. She frowned, wondering what she should name the beast. She was tempted to just name him "Stupid" or "Blockhead" and get it over with. "Worm" would be pretty funny too, due to him seeming to dig holes all the time.


    The desert burrower eyed Galaxy coldly after his movement, his thin tail whipping at the air with sharp cracks and pops. "Hate? I look down upon her. She is hotheaded and despicable. She is a foolish rider," He spat, but to the surrounding humans it merely sounded like low snarls. His amber eyes fixated themselves upon the Fire Dragon. "It is my nature to not trust the first thing I see. All of you, however, prance around, almost happy to be domesticated by pink pests." He hissed, casting a glance to Flate, who took no notice. His lips curled back as he looked back to Galaxy. "Like it or not, but I will not tolerate being controlled by a brat."


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    Terrin glanced at the two dragons, who looked like they were having a conversation. He paid less attention to them and looked at Flate, catching a look. "Are you sure? He seems...like he doesn't really like you." The boy sighed, glancing at his calm Fire Dragon and then one at the snarling Sand Dragon. "Hey, guys!" he called up, trying to even out his voice. Even then, his voice wavered with shakiness.




    Galaxy kept his calm on, looking steadily into the other dragon's eyes. "I'm sorry to hear that," the Fire Dragon said, now folding his wings. His ear merely twitched with irritation, but the movement was so slight, nobody saw. Maybe. "But she's not controlling you. Did you see? She just wants to be your friend. You already know their faces as the little creatures receive a friend. One question," Galaxy took a breath, tail curling around him in a peaceful manner. "Why choose her if you are so disgusted of the girl?" curiosity flashed in his golden eyes, but his movement was limited. "Well?" the dragon even ignored Terrin to have an answer.




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    She took the chalice shaking slightly, still nervous from her thoughts, without a break for her thoughts to ru wild she took a sip of the liquid.
    "45 minutes," she thought, walking off towards the dragons.




    Nothing stood out to her as she walked, not a single flower or dragon. Nothing.




    She could hear dragons around her, but couldn't see them, they seemed to be avoiding her. As soon as she noticed this she just knew that she wasn't going to be picked.




    "Who goes there," something creaked.
    "What"
    After she said that you could hear a roar of anger or (for some) agitation.
    "WHO GOES THERE,"It this time roared.
    "C-Clara. I'm Clara"
    Although, she couldn't see it she knew it was close.
    "Why are you here"
    "I'm supposed to wait for a dragon to pick me as i-its rider," she said with as much courage and determination she could acquire.
    "I guess I choose you, as my soul has already," it snorted.




    After the dragon said that she same something come out of a hill. A magnificent dragon as black as night stood in front of the hill (she also noticed there wasn't anything the dragon could of come out of).




    "Thank you. Its been past 37 minutes, we should head back towards the others of my group"




    As they walked together, back towards the group, she noticed how the dragon kept itself. How it walked and the way it held itself. She was already guessing it was stuck up.
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    The headmistress nodded, "All of you mount up, your first ride is important. Let me finish then ride, feel your dragon feel the way they move and breathe. Feel their heart beat, their power, their breath every stroke of their wings." She paused. "Well then, the first lesson begins at 10 am sharp." She pursed her lips pausing, "There aren't too many rules. No leaving campus, at all not exceptions except when flying. If you leave while flying you touch the ground again once you are on campus. Is that understood?"


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    This was it the moment that she'd be dreading. Ever since she feel off a tree and broke her arms she's been scared of heights. Although, she knew that she'd be flying she didn't know it'd be this soon.




    Anyways, the dragon (who she needed to learn its name) dipped it head and neck down for her to climb on. First, she slung her arms around its neck.
    Second, she climbed over the dragon untill she was comfortable.
    Third, she tensed her arm up and patted it on its neck as a signal to lift up.
    At the sudden departure from the ground she threw her other arm that wasn't on its neck already around its beck holding on as tight as she could.
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    The teenager merely shrugged. "He'll warm up to me, I think. Otherwise, why would he pick me to be his rider?" She pointed out, and the thought made her pause. Why did he pick her if he was so aggressive toward her? Her attention was dragged to the two beasts who seems to be conversing, and confusion flicked through her. Dragons did that? Of course they do! She scolded herself. She snapped her gaze to the new arrival and lifted a thumbs up of approval, before paying attention to the mistress's statement. Alarm shot through her. Go with that lump of a dragon? In the air?! She almost objected, but shut her moth quickly and looked at the Sand Dragon, nervously waving. "Heh, so, up for it?" She questioned.


    The burrower paused at the statement, furrowing his brows. Why had he? Bellowing a cloud of grit smoke, the Sand Dragon averted his gaze. "Just to test the brat," He snorted coldly, glancing at Flate as she looked up at him in wonder. His pupils slitted as he realized that both of the humans were looking at them questioningly. His attention was flashed to the headmistress, and he narrowed his eyes back down to Flate. "You better watch yourself. One wrong move, and you will be taught a lesson." He warned coldly, hunkering down and flaring out his wings to create more open space for his backside. "And do not touch my frill." He added sharply.



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    OOC: that Frill doh

    Max||Alkin


    Xavier||Baran

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    Flate laughed nervously, and climbed onto his backside, suddenly fearful of pushing this dragon's buttons. Who knew what this beast was capable of! She frowned at his final words. "Why? Is it too fancy to be touched?" She scoffed, crossing her arms after clambering onto his spine. The dragon stiffened at her words, and he emitted a soft growl. She stared at the bristled scales on his neck that she presumed to be the frill. Admittedly, she was a bit wary of it.


    "Unless you want to get poisoned, I suggest not touching it," He stated shortly, and Flate recoiled her legs a bit at the mentioning. She gritted her teeth, admittedly not looking forward to this. She sighed shakily.


    "Good to know." She muttered, and the dragon beneath her cocked his head upward, lowering his already stout body to the ground. Flate feared for the worst. Would he purposefully drop her? Tease her to thinking that she would die? She gripped the spines along his back tight, focusing on trying not to panic at those thoughts. I really don't trust him, do I? What kind of rider am I if I don't even trust or like my own dragon?


    OOC: Dat fabulous frill. Also, ew, I have so many spelling mistakes in my last post it isn't even funny.
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