Pickle
Dragon Trainer
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Post by Pickle on Aug 11, 2017 4:35:30 GMT
The colder the winter, the warmer the spring The deeper the sorrow, the more our hearts sing Even when you can't see it inside everything, there is life... “ He'd been dropped off here when he was four, barely old enough to comprehend what his parents meant when they told him they would be back for him soon, he stopped believing that when he was eight, and now he was twelve and he was starting to notice the way people passed him over, he was starting to listen and comprehend the things people said about him, that he was weird, that it was starting to look like no one was going to want him. No one said these things to his face, of course, but they still said them, and he still heard them, and they still hurt whether they were said to his face or not. When he'd been dropped off at this place, it had been in a small dress and pigtails, and he'd been someone's abandoned daughter, but the older he got, the more he'd started to realize, but that was why no one seemed to want him he supposed, because he was confusing, and weird, and not entirely what people were expecting when they asked to meet the boys. He was glad they seemed willing to let him be included there, even if no one wanted him for it, he fit in better here, and it felt right for him to be here. Which was nice, because this seemed to be where he was destined to stay until he was too old to stay, he supposed he would be tossed out into the world then, where he'd maybe manage a job as someone's servant, it wasn't like he was especially good for anything else, or he was fairly certain he wasn't good for anything, he didn't seem to be, he couldn't read, or write, or do much of anything except repair clothes around the orphanage and braid hair, he was really good at that. He'd heard from one of the caretakers that someone was coming in, the chief, he thought he heard her say, he didn't rush to do anything, didn't hustle to make himself presentable, why should he? They'd come, see, leave with someone who wasn't confused and weird. Like always. ” |
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Post by Dagur on Aug 11, 2017 6:11:45 GMT
He came to the orphanages often and helped out where ever he could through manual labor or simply gifts that he would bring. The Vörðr's had been kind and he liked helping them out, not to forget he just loved hanging out with kids. They seemed to make every issue go away for a little while, with their bright smiles and positive attitudes, it was always heartwarming for him. This time he had brought a box filled with bags of sweets to give to each child and Vörðr. It wasn't much but it was something he could do, often he was criticized by his adviser for spending so much time with "street urchins". He hated that name, children were the foundation of the future, parentless or not and he was going to make sure that each were cared for to the fullest extent.
He had Darkdrum and Nightsong tag along with him this time, the zippleback puppy dog in nature and loved to play just as much as the kids did. Of course when he arrived he was greeted with lots of hugs and grabby hands, a large smile already working its way over his face. He passed out the treats one by one, happy to give each child personal attention. Finally the excitement seemed to have died down enough on him and instead they turned their sights on his dragon.
Both heads were equally excited to play with the children, ever so gentle with their young playmates, but fast enough to keep up with the sheer amount of them. Dagur himself had run into a slight issue, he had accounted for all children except one, his hopes were high in the fact that maybe the little one had been adopted. Instead he was told the location of the child by one of the Vörðr. He grimaced, upset that not many were adopting these days, he had been considering taking in one of the little ones for a while now but unsure of how well it would go.
After all, it was a little weird for a chief to adopt a child rather than marry and sire an heir.
He was considered deranged by most and figured this wasn't going to be the weirdest thing he had done. Which one though? A girl or a boy? Younger or older? The questions rattled off in his head one by one and he realized he was just a wee bit over his head in trying to decided it all in one go. Maybe he would just click with one of them? It seemed reasonable enough, after all people did tend to click or hit it off every once in a while. He could start by talking to the child that he had missed, determined to make sure he got the little one a small gift.
Finally he came across a kid he hadn't seen before and he knelt down to get within eye level. He dressed modest whenever he did rounds like this, hating to lord his status over those that were made fun of. A soft cotton shirt, black pants, and work boots with his hair tied back in a braid, it wasn't fancy and he looked pretty normal if he had the right to say so. If he had his way nothing would be like this, but status-quo was difficult to destroy but small amounts of change was happening. The lad had scruffy red hair that stuck up in every which way under a hat with bangs that covered his eyes. The lads hair was just as red as his but far deeper in color, not like the fiery hair hue his had. He offered the little one a smile before handing him the parcel of candy, speaking easily to the young man.
"Hey there lad, take this, its a gift."
He couldn't shake the feeling that the scrawny, bundled up boy in front of him was eerily similar to Hiccup in a way. Of course he didn't think this boy was anything like Hiccup besides the aura he had around him. It just seemed, different, in a good way, a different that could create something new and exciting that no one had ever thought of before. Or maybe it was just an aura of unending curiosity, maybe even just an aura of wonder.
...my heart bleeds. Will you love me?
Will you leave me?
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Pickle
Dragon Trainer
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Post by Pickle on Aug 11, 2017 6:27:53 GMT
The colder the winter, the warmer the spring The deeper the sorrow, the more our hearts sing Even when you can't see it inside everything, there is life... “ Pickle, as he liked to call himself, had found a relatively comfortable place tucked away in one of the windows, not entirely ready or willing to go greet the visitor as the others seemed to be. It was hard to be excited for anything when everything felt monotonous and similar every day, he woke up, he was fed, and he watched people come and go, and watched kids come and go, and he just got stuck sitting and watching. He'd considered running away once or twice, seeing if maybe someone needed a set of hands willing to work, why put it off? He was headed that way in due time anyway, might as well get a head start. But he was also terrified of what that future might hold, and what might happen to him if he couldn't prove his worth to those around him.What was he worth anyway?He looked surprised when the man approached him, pulling his scarf up around his face a little more as he turned his head to avoid his gaze, he never managed to look people in the eyes, it was why he hid behind this thick, unruly hair, so that he didn't have to speak knowing they were staring into his eyes, he hated people staring into his eyes.He looked a little confused when he was offered the parcel, unsure of what to say for a moment before he mumbled out a thank you, a little surprised to be addressed as 'lad' by someone for a change, it certainly relaxed him a little, and he gave the man a shy sort of smile in response."Uh...Thanks, sir...Shouldn't you be talkin' to the other kids? They're much more interestin' than me." He turned his face away at this before adding,"They're not weird..."He shifted a little so that his legs hung from the window sill and he faced Dagur, looking him over curiously. He'd seen the man before, he was no doubt the chief, but he couldn't fathom what he was doing here around people like them, he wanted to ask, but instead just studied him carefully.” |
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Post by Dagur on Aug 14, 2017 4:19:00 GMT
He watched the lad curiously, seeing just how shy he was. He sat down on the floor next to the kid, watching as the other spoke. He certainly had something, something that had Dagurs attention even if he couldn't quite tell what. It was strange, as if the lad had some kind of pull to him. He showed a face of concern when the other began speaking lowly about themselves. It wasn't normal to think things like that, and there was only one other person he had known that destroyed themselves doing that. Why was he considered weird? The kid looked normal as far as he could tell, sure he was a bit scrawny but nothing that bad. He decided he was going to try and cheer the young lad up, besides he knew his dragon would keep the other kids busy.
"If you're considered weird than I'm afraid to think of what I'm considered."
He let a soft chuckle escape his lips.
"But if you really think you're weird than you entitled to it, but let me be weird with you. After all its more fun being weird with someone else rather than alone. What's your name lad?"
He would reach over to ruffle the others hair gently, a smile on his face. There was just something clicking, almost as if there was just something natural about hanging out with the kid.
...my heart bleeds. Will you love me?
Will you leave me?
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