Alright, the double posting, I can deal with. Now can you please stop posting entire chapters of Fanfiction in here? I'm not asking much here.
Anyhow, let's get back to it.
Chapter Seven
Learning to Fly
I never really learned how to fly. It was inborn, since I wouldn't have a parental figure to observe and learn from. The only real 'learning' was figuring out the best winds to take off and land.
The boy returned the next day. Once again, he was carrying a bundle of dried animal hide. After the wonderful success of whatever his last contraption did, I was wary of what he put on me, and I leapt away playfully as the boy gave chase.
I eventually let him place the thing, mostly out of boredom, and partly out of the hilariously pitiful sight of seeing him fruitlessly attempt to catch me. It was some sort of covering to my back, which he climbed on top of. While I wasn't too keen on having a human on my back, I had grown a tolerance to this one.
He instructed me to fly, which I expected to be fruitless, but I did any ways. Amazingly, it worked. At least, it did until the boy attempted a sharp turn, which flung him off into the lake, leaving me to plummet to the ground.
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The boy returned, this time wearing a different garment in place of his fur covering. He attached this to the covering on my back, which I heard him call a 'saddle' at one point. He also tied a cord around his foot, which allowed him to control the artificial tail fin I'd discovered on my tail. His attempts at steering, however, were miserable. At one point, he managed to crash us into a meadow. The grass, however, smelled and felt so good, I couldn't resist but t roll around. I did feel rather ridiculous once I discovered the boy staring in disbelief.
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The boy returned day after day. I began to wonder why a human would spend so much time with his enemy. I brushed this thought off, since he did help fill the lonely hours in the cove.
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Once, the boy removed the saddle, which had been itching worse than if there were a million of those tiny dragons attempting to burn me at once. The boy, suspecting this, began to scratch my body. Once he hit a spot on the underside of my neck, I collapsed in pleasure. Never before had I felt something like that.
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I began to learn about the boys culture, mostly through his muttering, and partly through the sounds and smell of the settlement. They called themselves 'Vikings,' and were a warrior tribe of humans, who were apparently spread throughout the waters. They called the island Berk. I had no idea what that meant.
I found it a little ironic, actually. I was learning so much, while he learned only where best to scratch me, and how to feed me. Then again, I doubt he would find a totalitarian regime centered around feeding a single creature to ensure our own survival very comforting.
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During one of the boy's visits, a tiny mote of light appeared on the ground. The only problem was that this thing moved. Every time I tried to pounce it and investigate, it would simply dance away.I turned to find the boy laughing.
"I don't see what's so funny," I said, although he still couldn't hear me. "For all I know, it could kill me in the middle of the night."
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While the boy was testing his contraption while I was tied to a stump, he somehow managed to make me fly backwards into the woods. Whatever secured him to me must have been damaged too, since he muttered in distress and began to tug me in the direction of the settlement.
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We waited until the cover of night to enter the settlement. As we weaved in between structures, another human passed, grunting what sounded like "Hiccup" to the boy. After the human moved on, he dragged me inside of one of the structures.
I took a look around. The place reeked. It smelled like sweat, steel, and right feet. The boy began to pry at the saddle with something, and I began to search for fish. I tossed an empty container aside, which caused quite a racket.
Just as the boy finished with whatever he was doing, a voiced called from outside. "Hiccup?" The boy looked startled, and his pheromone levels skyrocketed. He ran and jumped out of some sort of false opening in the wall, which he hastily closed behind him.
"Astrid! Hey! Hi, Astrid! Hi, Astrid! Hi, Astrid!" the boy stammered.
"I normally don't care what people do, but you've been acting weird lately."
I tugged at the boy. I didn't like this human.
"Well… weirder," it corrected itself.
Just then, I yanked the boy back inside, slipped back out, and noiselessly escaped into the night.
So, yeah. Chapter seven is done.
Anyway, I'm working on a characterization for the Red Death right now. I'm thinking something like a mixture between GLaDOS and the Queen from ICO. How does that sound?
Oh, and I most likely won't be updating next week. (School matters. You know how it is)
