[PRP] A Mount(ain) of Trouble (Vaudrey & Wrex)

[kuropeco]

Vaudrey was a sphinx, and this meant one very important thing (other than the fact that, well, sphinxes were very cool):

He liked shining things.

Which meant that the creature currently sitting beside him was the very epitome of everything that he liked. Magpie's wingspan was a great deal larger than Vaudrey's own, the wyvern giving a little grumble of interest as Vaudrey smoothed a hand down his scaley back. If it was possible to have heart eyes, he would have them now, the sphinx positively radiant to be making a new acquaintance, even one that couldn't really speak back.

"You're such a good boy," Vaudrey crooned, as he readjusted the saddle for approximately the third time in as many minutes. He was trying to pretend that he wasn't terrified of getting on the beast, especially since Magpie was surprisingly docile for him at present; but the truth was that he was very scared. He'd never ridden the wyvern before, and it was all a new experience.

Magpie gave a sniff and lurched forward, half dragging Vaudrey along. He tugged on the reins, trying to stop him from moving too far, but the dragon had its nose to the ground, clearly picking up on something. Vaudrey's heels dug into the grass, wings flapping furiously, but it was no use.

"Wait - hey - what are you doing - "

medigel

remember that time I thought I had started this and I hadn't

 

[medigel]

Wrex was making so many faces he felt his muscles stretching like putty. First, his morning nap had been ruined by a gaggle of ghouls being too loud as they passed by his perch. Second, his next attempt to nap had been ruined when he tried to summon his usual napping partner (a turtle who still had no name because Wrex wasn't good at those but whom shared his love for sunbathing and made for a nice perch) and instead ended up with...well, the wyvern also didn't have a name, but it seemed to respond to No since that was what it often heard.

"NO."

Sort of. Instead of going away, "No" considered it an affirmation of his presence and knocked against his master, screeching gleefully. (He wasn't often brought in willingly.)

"Noooooooooo," Wrex whined at it, tail whiplashing with annoyance as he tried to get his mount under control. For some reason, "No" seemed more active than usual. Growling, Wrex tried to get in his seat and try to reign it back down, but then the wyvern screamed even louder than before and took off, half flying, half running.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO," the boil yelled as he barely held on, banging painfully against "No"'s scales every other step.

kuropeco

you and i both on our rps so IT GOOD

 

[kuropeco]

While Wrex's consisted of various no's, Vaudrey's was mostly made up of please waits and hold on a seconds and um whys, in varying degrees of pleading and desperation. None of them seemed to work, however, because Magpie kept going even after Vaudrey was tugging on the reigns.

"Look, um, please, you're going - wait, ow, I can't get a good grasp - WAIT AT LEAST LET ME CLIMB ON - "

But the wyvern kept going, its tail flipping from side to side cheerfully, it's nose determinedly pressed to the ground as it pushed onward. Vaudrey stumbled alongside it, holding onto the reigns for dear life, and it wasn't until he almost tripped over a rock that he realized he did, in fact, have wings of his own and could fly instead of just be dragged along with it.

Except as soon as he flapped his wings, Magpie gave a shriek and half took off, Vaudrey clinging to the straps, a wail escaping.

There was a howl, a protesting screech, and then Vaudrey found himself flung very unfortunately and quite ungracefully over the back of the wyvern and onto the ground on the other side. He landed with a thump and a crash, face squashed against the grass, backside in the air.

"Ow."

medigel

I just laughed really hard at the mental image of both of these dorks

 

[medigel]

Soon after there was a thud and a scraping drag as a second rider was thrown unceremoniously from his ride and rolled on the ground in a mess of limbs. Wrex's head knocked painfully against his skull helm and nearly had it dislodged in the tumble, and his long tail went every which way, seemingly, to make matters worse. When he came to a stand still at last, he groaned and tried to remember which was was up before rolling onto his side, dizzy and stunned.

It didn't help that there was a cacophony of noises, only half of which were courtesy of No. Grimacing, Wrex covered his ears and cracked an eye open. Oh good. Two of those things. Glad to see they were so happy to see each other. Could they leave now he really needed a nap after that.

Only belatedly did he notice that said wyvern had to come from someone else and that that someone else had also face planted. The difference was, however, that it looked funny, so the boil couldn't help but snicker.

Once his helm was fixed, Wrex decided to sniff out the poor boil, crouching down beside him and literally pushing his face into those feathers. He wondered...and opened his mouth to try and take a sample of chicken wings.

kuropeco

 

[kuropeco]

It was probably the most ungraceful that Vaudrey had been since arriving at the school. There were feathers scattered across the grass, which was annoying, because he'd rather them not fall out, thank you very much, Vaudrey taking a minute to give a little moan of displeasure and pain as he stayed exactly how he was.

Maybe if he didn't move he would just...disappear.

Yeah, that was good.

Magpie was certainly not helping the situation; Vaudrey could hear the wyvern positively crowing with pleasure, snuffling and sniffing, even though he couldn't see the creature, his eyes kept determinedly shut. His wings gave a flutter, tail flicking, and -

- wait. The snuffling and sniffing was not, in fact, coming from the wyvern, but from -

"WHAT ARE YOU DOIIINGGG?"

Vaudrey gave a very inelegant squeal and toppled sideways, rolling several times before finally coming to a stop. He tried to get up, got tangled in his own cloak, and promptly fell over again, arms and limbs askew, caught in the fabric. With a great deal of effort, he finally managed to free himself and inhaled sharply his hair a mess as he stared at the intruder.

"Did you - did you just try to eat me?" Vaudrey asked, sounding positively scandalized.

medigel

 

[medigel]

Wrex took one good look at the affronted chicken and then burst into howling laughter strong enough to bounce him back on his rump again. The sheer indignant look on the boil's face as he screeched was just too much.

"Nnnnnnno?" he answered innocently once he had calmed down--and then licked his lips anyway. Not so good a meal when you had to deal with defeathering to be honest, but at least it was a funny bird! Had No actually been smart enough to land him dinner and a show?

Well, he was certainly being loud enough about it at any rate.

Grunting at the bird (apparently the equivalent of one second), Wrex turned his head, thrashed his tail, and all but roared, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" at the pair of wyverns. The eponymous one actually did stop making noises and froze, looking utterly baffled midway into inspecting his fellow screecher.

kuropeco

 

[kuropeco]

Vaudrey, sadly, had lost all sense of rationality and decorum in the past five seconds. All of his efforts to remain calm and dignified and gentlemanly had gone completely out the window while he floundered about stupidly, trying to figure out what in Jack's name was going on.

His mouth fell open and then snapped shut.

"You - you definitely were trying to eat me!" Vaudrey squeaked out, clutching at his cape as though holding it between the two of them might somehow protect him (it wouldn't). His eyes flickered towards the two wyverns, his own lifting its head and looking dolefully at his owner.

"Erm," said Vaudrey. "What - what are you doing?'

medigel

 

[medigel]

Was he the least bit sorry about being found out? Nah. "YELLIIIIIIIIIIING!" Wrex answered helpfully, and also to scare the wyverns some more. It seemed to be working? (After all, his clan had taught him that normally being the noisiest got you things along with being the strongest.)

No looked at his rider like he was starting to get touched by Insanity, which was a step up from screeching incessantly as far as the boil was concerned.

Wrex thumped his tail in triumph. "Yelling helps," he told the awkward chicken, this time in a stage whisper, and then grinned and licked his lips just to mess with him further. "Very loud things. Have to be louder." Show it who's boss and all that.

In a single motion he bounced back to his feet, arms bent and held close to his chest automatically like they wouldn't be in use, a little dizzied still from the fall but otherwise fine now. "Village?" Wrex asked, nostrils flaring. All of them had a particular smell, but being at Amityville long enough had started to mask it, which was mildly distressing; he still didn't know how to feel about a school like this.

kuropeco

and now with the meta over i can do this yas