Posts by CLOUDJUMPER.

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  • TOUCH THE SKY / open, joining

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;]Having bypassed the stairs entirely in favour of flying, the small dragon has reached BlizzardClan's main island in record time — he spent his earliest months nearby, somewhere in the mountains near the ocean, where it's simultaneously barren and teeming with life all at once, depending on where you look, and has overlooked the flying islands for a while now, viewing them with nothing short of awe in his owlish gaze. He never went near them, though, sticking to his small territory — and though he hasn't grown much physically, still puppy-sized, his curiosity has only mounted and mounted. He can't sense a challenger dragon nearby, and doubts he's going to be driven out by a territorial beast any time soon — even so, there are scent markers, and he smelled them a while back. It's never wise to cross them, but he's young, and when a child is proud, confident, it can often be fatal. Despite his small stature and lack of worldly experience, however, he doesn't consider himself an easy meal; he's been chased by things looking for food before, and his four wings have yet to fail him. Increased manoeuvrability makes him a tricky thing to catch, and even when pursued by something that is bigger, stronger, smarter and technically faster, he's particularly difficult to nab. Dives and ducks and twists and rolls in midair make him a tough target to lock onto, let alone begin to formulate a plan to knock him out of the sky. He makes people work for a bite of his flesh.


    The small dragon isn't sure he's going to be eaten today, though. Alighting on the top step of BlizzardClan's main island and settling down, main pair of wings folding snug against his flanks whilst the second pair press into the ground like makeshift forelimbs, the creature looks around, searching for any signs of the life he knows has to live here. When they're in this state, well-kept and covered in the smell of other animals, it can't be abandoned — not even recently so.
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    info — updated 10/07

  • we are family ; OFFICIAL BLIZZARDCLAN CHAT THREAD

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;]/ slides in
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    info — updated 10/07

  • we are family ; OFFICIAL BLIZZARDCLAN CHAT THREAD

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;]Thanks!


    + our weather's a bit temperamental, tbh. It was boiling, earlier, and then it started raining like there was no tomorrow, and now it's warm again, so. how hot is hot?
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    info — updated 10/07

  • TOUCH THE SKY / open, joining

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;]It isn't that Cloudjumper is any less intelligent than these people — though, in a sense, he could be perceived as such, perhaps due to the fact that taming him is indeed possible — but his vocal cords do not allow him to make the sounds that many other animals can. Whilst they, their voice box and their lips can work together to make words, Cloudjumper can't do that; he's stuck with whistles and clicks, rumbles and growls and whines that make him sound significantly stupider than the average child. And perhaps, presently, due to his isolation, he is, but he can learn, can he not? He already understands what they're saying — he just can't reply in the same manner as them, which will undoubtedly make for some.. interesting future conversations.


    But it's the best that he can do. He's obviously very young, eyes widening and frills pulling back in brief wariness as Lucina approaches him, almost getting too close, but halting before she breaks into his personal space bubble. She greets him, and his slit pupils blow out into warm and friendly circles again; he leans forwards a little, sniffing in her general direction, and coos a quiet greeting back. Her next words, though, are unexpected, at first, and he hovers uncertainly. He knows why he came here — he knows about the clans, more or less, and has seen people do as he's doing now, waiting and then speaking and then being granted access to the rest of the islands, offered food and shelter and friendship. He's never had any of that — not permanently, at least, not in a stable environment, and he's curious.


    He's not very good at communicating, however, with animals that don't understand the 'language' he speaks. He's useless with sign language, and he's illiterate — he can't write down his motivations, but he can at least hope that they have a basic grasp of universal body language and will be able to interpret his reasons for being there simply by observing the way he acts. His head rotates until it's perpendicular to the ground, and he extends one of his main wings, tapping it gingerly past the staircase and somewhere near Lucina — and near Francis, who catches his eye and holds it for a few moments. He looks interesting, and the bird more so, likely because birds are usually food to him, and yet this one is nestled on the shoulder of a predator like it belongs there.


    Strange.


    He keeps up his tapping all the same, occasionally pointing out across the island. Conveying his name will be harder than explaining why he's there, so he hopes that, if nothing else, they understand that he wants to join. That's a starting point, is it not?
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    info — updated 10/07

  • TOUCH THE SKY / open, joining

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;][oh, yeah, i forgot about avery, aha. why do i keep putting mute characters in blizzardclan? i have a distinguishable writing style? oh, huh. that's kinda cool cx
    + mobile and rushed, sorry!]


    At the word mute, he perks up, contemplating it. The response, after a few moments, is a strange rumble, and he bobs his head. Mute in the sense that he can't speak, but he can certainly make noise if he needs to. He's not the loudest of creatures, but he isn't doomed to silence forever. If need be, he can certainly vocalise his thoughts, just not so that they can recognise what he's saying. Still, Saltpaw's deduction is a relief, because it means he no longer has to flap his wings and gesture at his throat and the sky and multiple other things in an attempt to get the point across: his movements mean something because he can't speak. The thought of food makes his mouth water, and he immediately thinks of fish, or honey, or honeyed fish — or maybe deer or hare, because whilst he's somewhat fussy, during times like this, he can't afford to pick and choose. He nods when food is brought up, therefore, shakes his head at the mention of water, then nods his head again with extra vigour as the subject of joining is brought up. That's the word he was looking for! It's good to have it out in the air — no doubt due to his exemplary charades. There's still the matter of his name, but he can work that one out later. Hopefully it's not mandatory for it to be known immediately upon joining. He just hopes that they can guess what it means when he eventually has to jab at the wisps of white that drift lazily across the sky.
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    info — updated 10/07

  • TOUCH THE SKY / open, joining

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;][mobile again, excuse any mistakes!]


    Being mute does get tiresome after a while, Cloudjumper agrees; in isolation, it's never much of a bother, and he never needs to communicate with anyone, but now, faced with countless clueless strangers, it's becoming particularly tedious. Still, Cloudjumper refuses to be beaten by something as simple as a language barrier — it's only really one-sided, anyway, as he knows what they're saying — and will endeavour to make it as easy as possible for them to understand what he's trying to get across. Blaine's arrival earns her a curious look, and Cloudjumper crawls his way towards her to sniff curiously at her; like the others, she has a distinguishable smell, but then there's that familiar marker that links her to other members of her clan. He'll need to learn that one, he thinks, if he wants to recognise the difference between these people and outsiders. She's taller than him, and in these close quarters, could easily pin him down — he's acutely aware of the threat the clanners could pose if they turn hostile, but he doesn't think they will. The last time he encountered those who spoke the common tongue, they refrained from harming him (despite the common consensus that an inability to 'talk' in the 'correct language' means that a creature isn't sentient, and thus is considered acceptable to eat) because he's "cute". So they won't hurt him, because he's cute.


    That's right. Cloudjumper puffs out his chest and widens his eyes, peering at them sweetly. Fifteenpaw's arrival draws his attention, and Cloudjumper turns towards him, fluttering his main pair of wings and twisting his head. He looks friendly, too, non-hostile and safe enough, so the dragon gives a low coo of greeting in hopes that they'll understand that he's trying to say hello. Kayano gets a similar treatment, but the greeting is a higher whistle. They all seem nice enough, he supposes, and he thinks he'll likely be able to get used to living here. Branching out of his territory is unnerving, but not so much that he's crippled by anxiety. Cloudjumper doesn't doubt his own ability, and whilst new things are originally treated with caution, they're rarely acknowledged with fear. Francis' words causes Cloudjumper to turn and head towards him, rising onto his hind legs and sniffing at the canine inquisitively. He speaks somewhat differently to the others, and asks the question that causes Cloudjumper to pause. How does he explain? For a few moments, he scours the sky with a rounded gaze, then reaches with one of his main wings to gingerly tug on Francis' leg, using the other to jab up at a cloud. He repeats this for a while, waiting for it to click. He'll work on "jumper" later.
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    info — updated 10/07

  • plot with cloudjumper?

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;]Mmm-hmm! Everyone's favourite serious bab is in desperate need of some plots. He's based off of HTTYD 2's Cloudjumper, but.. as a baby, so there will be some differences, due to his youth.

    here's a quick overview of his character


    ^^ Main traits/quirks are bolded to help with plots and things! His tags are also below, if you want to have a quick look at his size/traits.


    With the exception of death, love, litters and things like that, Cloud is pretty much open to anything. I can also try and come up with any plots if you can't, as I tend to quickly lose muse for interaction threads. Open threads with him are also encouraged, as I like open threads as much as private ones, and they sometimes give me extra incentive to reply.
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    info — updated 10/07

  • colouredclan chat/plot thread | get it

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;]I just came in to say hi and I was greeted with this
    So, um, hello
    oh hot damn this is my jam
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    info — updated 10/07

  • COLOUREDCLAN GUIDE | 19TH JAN

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;]Tracking!
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    info — updated 10/07

  • plot with cloudjumper?

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;]How does Bullet behave? Maybe I can work something out from that.


    + All of those sound good! I'd not be against any of them, tbh. But that'd be great! Want me to make, and then you can decide what happens?
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    info — updated 10/07

  • BABY DRAGON SHENANIGANS > o, colouredclanner

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;][are you ready for the shenans
    + mobile, sorry!!]


    Cloudjumper remembers when he first made the flight up the stairs like it was yesterday — probably because it was only two days ago. His wings still throb, though having four rather than two does help; the added leverage, speed and manoeuvrability makes if easier than it is for some dragons, but despite his stamina, he is still young. He's been crawling around a lot, therefore, tiny body slipping through camp like a ghost, and he's just been exploring, chained down by a mild fatigue and a lack of reason to attempt flying again. That'll probably change now, mind — he's so much clumsier when wriggling along, and he's always found walking particularly difficult. BlizzardClan's floating islands are an advantage, though; he doesn't have to climb anything or take off from the ground if he does want to fly, as simply working through the guards and leaping off the edge tends to do the trick, and even here, looking at the world below, he's so far up it seems like he's flying anyway.


    In his life, Cloudjumper has never seen another baby dragon, and has only ever seen two adults in brief passing, but he knows what dragons are, knows what he is. A creature with fire in his belly — yes, that fire is small and dim at the moment, and yes, he is still weak, tiny and frail in comparison to his bigger counterparts, but a proud animal nonetheless. And Stormcutters, especially, are most certainly creatures of pride and self-confidence. That's simply a part of their breed's nature — along with a certain reservedness that distinguishes them, alongside their different appearances, from Night Furies like Toothless. Despite having never seen another dragon, Cloudjumper is aware of the different species. It's like a faint and ringing guide book in his mind, old memories that aren't his but help him all the same. Stormcutters are rare, and so are Night Furies. Animals so infrequently spotted — and so very young — should stick together if they ever encounter one another. Even so, Cloudjumper is particularly isolated. His lack of parents or socialisation when he first hatched means that now, as a still-tiny baby, he is even less playful than the average young Stormcutter.


    Despite this, he's attuned to the vaguely-smoky, vaguely-salty scent of another dragon, and with his enhanced sense of smell, Cloudjumper catches a whiff from many many metres away. The baby has been resting in a tree, hanging like a bat, but on smelling a dragon, his head shoots up, body rights itself, frills on his face puff out like a wary crown. He sniffs the air again and finds that it's young, like him — likely his age, and that's.. exciting? Novel. Not dangerous, but interesting, so off he goes, releasing the branch and unfurling his wings and shooting across the island to the stairs, where he lands in front of his clan-mates and rotates his head ninety degrees to the right, blinking owlish eyes at Toothless. A few moments pass, and for a moment, Cloudjumper's expression is unreadable — then he chirps, a high and childish sound, shutting his right eye briefly.
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    info — updated 10/07

  • colouredclan chat/plot thread | get it

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;]same, tohsaka
    Only now you've joined in + I'm, uh.
    / hides behind inno
    ooh, what's his new name?
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    info — updated 10/07

  • colouredclan chat/plot thread | get it

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;]Inno no don't draw an ass
    Unless you mean a wild donkey and then
    Gopher it


    i'm a particularly meek Sharkbear, but a Sharkbear nonetheless
    .. my phone autocorrects Sharkbear so it has a capital letter
    Have I really introduced myself that much
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    info — updated 10/07

  • colouredclan chat/plot thread | get it

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;]I want to smooch Spook
    / cuddles meimei
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  • colouredclan chat/plot thread | get it

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;]Can Cloud sit on him when he inevitably joins this place please
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    info — updated 10/07