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| Yeah, I feel sorry for Hobble |
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| Yeah, I like Nackta. She's cool. >< |
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| Yeah, Hazzard seems... confused. |
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| YES. EPIC. FTW. |
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| [answer choice 'no' deleted because this rp is epic and noone can argue with that] |
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 Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 8:41 pm
 Hazzard sighed as he jogged up a slope of snow. He was on his way back to the place Nackta had said to meet at. The meeting with Arbalete and Avale had made him tense, and he felt awful. They'd come close to close to the truth for comfort, and Hazzard felt unusually jumpy. He even had a slight feeling that he was being watched... Halfway up the gentle hill, he tripped over his own feet and fell flat on his face. small rivulets of snow tumbled down the incline, and some larger chunks pooled together at the bottom. Hazzard winced. See? he told himself, You're just a klutz. That's why you cause so many avalanches. That teen had no reason to think any differently.
And yet, she'd been suspicious. If Hazzard told Nackta about the teen, the female dragon would be mad... She might ask Hazzard to get rid of Arbalete... But Hazzard had already decided not to tell Nackta.
He really didn't want to kill anyone else. Nackta scowled. A nest. Several nests in fact. Eggs abounded. Plenty of little darlings, waiting to hatch. The minute another dragon showed up, the eggs would drain the two adults' energy. They would hatch. And several nests-worth of dragons would be born. They would eat all the game, cause avalanches with their noisy childs-play... Nackta hated eggs.
She lazily strolled forward and picked up an egg delicately between her claws. It was a lovely shade of light pink, with soft blue speckles on it. Two similar eggs rested nearby. A family's worth. They would hatch one at a time, and they would be over-joyed to find that they had siblings in this big, white world that the northern dragons called home. They would have family.
Or not, Nackta thought to herself. She punctured the egg with a claw. She knew that the second the cold air flowed in, the little hatchling within would be dead. But to be sure, she dropped it on the ground, found a large rock, and slammed it down on the egg. Now it was dead for sure. She found a larger rock and used it to crush the other pink eggs. She did the same to the purple and grey eggs. And the red and yellow ones. And she had just killed a mostly black, orange speckled egg - it looked to be on its own - when Hazzard walked up, a light layer of snow coating his fur.
"Fall down again, Hazzie?" she asked with a chuckle, laying down casually in the snow.
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 3:06 pm
Hazzard looked sternly at the area surrounding Nackta. Eggshells. Everywhere. Was that a little tail, peeking out from under a rock? He suddenly felt sick to his stomach, and he struggled to resist the urge to hurl.
"Nackta. What did you do?" he asked, anger just barely revealing itself in his tone. He didn't wait for an answer. "You've done this before, when we found that nest up north. You did it before I could stop you, and I told you that I hated it! I hate killing adult dragons, but I do it for you because I trust that you have good reasons... Killing eggs? There's nothing they could possibly have done to threaten you. It's just cruel."
"It's life," Nackta scowled. Then she giggled. "Well, not really I guess. Not for the eggs, now..." She smirked, oblivious to Hazzard's horrified gaze.
"Did you find the bodyguard?" she asked lazily, getting up with a stretch.
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 5:41 pm
"I think so," Hazzard scowled and turned away from the sight of Nackta, surrounded by eggshells, "I stumbled... literally... onto a teen, and then a little later an adult female - not the guardian. Just a female." Hazzard shrugged. "I'm pretty sure the bodyguard was up in the hills, watching, though. Couldn't have tried anything anyeway, though. Too many dragons around, and I think there might've been at least one more dragon - a big one - up with the guardian."
Nackta stiffened. An adult female? He'd been talking to another female? She shrugged her shoulders and forced her face to look indifferent. What did she care if he talked to a female. He was her minion. He helped her get rid of people she didn't like.
She didn't care if he talked to a female. Besides, that wasn't important at the moment.
"So... The guardian was up in the hills, maybe with someone else, she saw you... and you didn't even try to deal with her? Did you at least cause an avalanche?!" Nackta scowled at Hazzard's back.
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Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 2:47 pm
"No avalanches worth note," Hazzard replied dryly, "besides, apparently you've been doing enough damage on your own!" He scowled, turned and took several steps forward Nackta, planning to confront her.
And then his energy left him.
"Wha-?" he managed to gasp before falling to the ground, trembling.Nackta cried out as what seemed like all of her energy drained out of her, sucked away, by... something.
"I missed one!" she cried in understanding, "I-It's a hatching spell!" She scrambled around desperately in the snow, searching. She was stronger than Hazzard; she managed to remain on her feet. "Where is it?"
And then she found it. It was orange, with black spots. No doubt the sibling of the egg that she thought had been alone.
"Aha!" she cried in triumph, and brought her paw down on the egg. She was weak though, and only managed to make a small crack in the egg."No!" Hazzard cried, lurching to his feet. He ran forward and tackled his long-time companion; the female that he sometimes wished was his mate, and other times the female that he wished he had never met. They were hatching an egg. Bringing life into the world. Maybe it would make up for the evils he'd helped her commit? Hobble grimaced in agony and scrabbled about in his egg, turning, searching for relief for the pain...
He found a weak spot, and he pushed past it, half-falling out of his egg into the snow. He lay there whimpering as his left front paw throbbed. The snow cooled it... and after a time he was able to open his eyes and look around dazedly. Two adult dragons were struggling in the snow nearby. The female looked furious... But the male was just as mad, and he was bigger.
Hobble squeaked in fright and scrambled back behind his shell, the sudden activity causing his foot to throb once more.
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Posted: Mon Mar 30, 2009 2:15 pm
A hatchling.
There's a hatchling.
Hazzard and I just hatched a baby dragon.
The thoughts coursed through Nackta's head as she struggled against her... what was Hazzard to her? Her assistant? Her minion?
Her friend? She and him had just hatched an egg, but did that make them mates?
Her anger grew along with the number of confusing questions as she glared across the snow at the little black and orange hatchling that stumbled around in the snow. Its paw seemed to be injured. Of course. Not only had she hatched a baby - the thought of which she despised - but she'd hatched an impaired baby! It was useless. And it had taken her energy. She despised the thing. It deserved to die.
She threw Hazzard off of her and sprinted toward the baby, fully intending to kill it then and there.
Hobble stumbled backwards. The female was heading toward him... and she still looked furious.
I don't want to die! he whimpered softly, squirming as fast as he could away from the advancing adult, I just got here, I want to stay here, maybe for a long time...
But do you?, the thought came, You've already been in more pain than most other hatchlings have probably had to undergo. Your paw still hurts. Those dragons were fighting; it looks like you've come into a very violent world... maybe it would be best if you just died now and saved yourself the pain...
No. Hobble thought firmly, I... I want to LIVE.
Hazzard scrabbled through the snow. He lunged and soared through the air, landing on top of Nackta's back. She collapsed under the sudden weight, the air rushing out of her lungs. He continued, clawing his way forward. He ran the last few steps and slid into a turn. He ended up facing Nackta, the hatchling behind him. He would protect it... At any cost.
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 4:27 pm
Hobble cringed, huddling in the white powder that covered the ground. The male had also started toward him, and it was transparently clear to the hatchling that it didn't matter whether he was willing to die or not; he wouldn't have a choice in the matter.
The male took the lead, and that's when Hobble closed his eyes. He didn't know what he would feel. A burst of pain, and then nothing? Maybe, if he was lucky, he couldn't feel the death blow in the first place...
The little hatchling's breath came out in pants. Why am I still alive? He peeked. The male stood in front of him, but facing the other way... It looked like a stand off between the two adults... And - at least Hobble thought - the male was on his side?
Nackta breathed heavily, a growl in her throat.
"Hazzard," she said, her voice suprisingly even. She saw with satisfaction that he winced when she said his name. "Move. That thing is injured. I'm putting it out of its misery."
" 'That thing' is a hatchling. A baby dragon. And that injury isn't life-threatening by any means. It - and I only refer to it as an 'it' because I don't know what gender it is - can live a perfectly normal life. It doesn't need to be 'put out of its misery.' " Hazzard frowned at her. He nearly growled back.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 6:21 pm
Nackta frowned. Hazzard usually didn't stand up to her... He was a weakling. He did everything she said, even if it involved killing other dragons. Of course, she had persuaded him that she had good reasons for those murders... but still, he had to have had some inkling that what he was doing wasn't right. And he had done it anyway. For her.
But now he was disobeying her?
"Fine," she sniffed, turning away, acting like she'd lost interest. "Raise it. Whatever. It can eat all YOUR food, and YOU can stay up during the night nursing it when it gets sick, and YOU can hunt for it when it gets bigger and it's hampered by its paw... and YOU can get the little fuzzy feeling - which, personally, I feel is some kind of indigestion - that you get when you help it survive until eventually it catches some disease and dies. But I'm not going to be responsible for it. And I'm not going to condone this."
She took a step closer. Hazzard lowered himself closer to the snow and his frown grew. Why was he so protective of the little monster?
"Raise the thing if you want. But I'd better not see it," she hissed, "if you want to be around me, you'll get rid of the thing."
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 12:16 pm
A muscle in Hazzard's jaw jumped as Nackta strolled away, crushing bits of eggshell under her paws. If I want to be around you... he thought to himself... Well... Maybe I don't.
Still uncertain, he turned to face the cowering hatchling.
"Are you alright?" the male asked in concern, lowering its face toward Hobble. The hatchling squeaked in fright and tried to limp away. He gave up a moment later as tears flooded to his eyes. Owowowowow... he winced, why does it have to hurt so bad?
"Hey," the male was talking again, but Hobble wasn't aware of what he was saying... Even as the pain in his front leg increased, he was becoming aware of another pain... This one was in his stomach. He moaned.
"Hey," Hazzard frowned in concern at the crying hatchling. Something was wrong. This hatchling was in pain... It had to be its leg... but how was Hazzard supposed to fix it? It also looked hungry... Well, Hazzard knew what to do about that...
Hazzard quickly dug a small burrow in the snow. The hatchling was quiet now. Had it passed out? Hazzard gently put the little dragon into the burrow. Now, to find food...
Hazzard turned and froze. A rabbit, not three feet away from him! What luck... Or... Maybe not luck... Maybe somebody was watching out for the little hatchling... Hazzard moved slowly towards the rabbit. It took off, but the dark blue male was right behind it...
Meanwhile, Hobble lay in his little shelter, moaning every so often as pain racked his sleeping body.
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 6:22 pm
He couldn't take it anymore.
Hazzard was ashamed at how weak he was... But he couldn't take it anymore.
He'd cared for the hatchling for almost two weeks already... Nackta hadn't come back. No, she hadn't come back... But she had been there. She'd made sure that Hazzard knew she was still around, waiting for him to crawl back to her, leaving the hatchling to fend for itself... She'd waited a few days to make her first appearance; standing in the distance. The next day Hazzard hadn't even seen all of her, just her tail disappearing around a snow drift. Then the next day he'd heard her laugh, echoing across the tundra. Two more days had passed where he saw her at least once a day. Then three days without a trace of her. Then she had been standing there, not ten feet in front of him... facing the opposite direction, as if she had no idea he was there. Hazzard had turned and walked away.
She was taunting him. Torturing him. Making him wait to see her every day, then giving him a few days to think she'd moved on, given up on him... and then the shock of seeing her again.
As pathetic as it was, Hazzard needed to be with Nackta. He had finally accepted that fact. He didn't like the things she made him do, but he had to be with her. It was something that he couldn't explain... Besides, if he wasn't around to calm her, who knew what she would do to innocents that wandered past her. Because the fact was, she was calmer when Hazzard was around. Without him, she became... crazed. More so than usual. He'd taken too long on that trip where he'd met Arbalete and Avale, and so he blamed the destruction of all those poor eggs on himself. If he'd been there, he might have stopped her.
But although he was going to crawl back to Nackta, he wasn't going to stupidly obey her completely. He wasn't going to leave the hatchling to die. He would... take it somewhere. Pass it on to someone else. Let it be their problem.
Besides. The hatchling's leg - and everything else - was getting worse. Hazzard didn't know what to do. He wasn't a healer. The hatchling was unconscious for at least an hour every day, passed out from the pain. The little guy had never spoken a word. He'd never given a name -- Hazzard knew that sometimes the hatchlings knew their names at birth... Hazzard had begun to call him 'Hobble'. It was a cruel name, he knew... giving the hatchling a name that would only call attention to his disability...
But... Maybe Nackta's innate cruelty was rubbing off on him. Because Hazzard didn't really care.
Hazzard was depressed. Not his usual fun-loving self. With the hatchling not speaking, and Nackta gone... There was no one to talk to, and the frozen wastelands of the north could be a lonely place. He felt almost crippled himself by the feeling of helplessness he got when he saw Hobble deteriorating before his eyes...
Bottom line... Someone else needed to care for Hobble.
It had been a strange twist of fate that had caused Hobble to be hatched by Hazzard and Nackta -- possibly the worst parents that had ever been or could be.
Hazzard needed to pass Hobble on to someone else... Someone who knew what they were doing...
And then he could go back to Nackta.
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