Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-34320391-20181119131046/@comment-34572969-20181125150045

Okay, I have had to rewrite this five times already, and if one more thing happens I will scream.

Katina

I hastily speedwalked away from the crowd, eager to get away from the staring eyes of everyone there and metaphorical spotlight. Or literal spotlight. The crystals did seem extra glowy.

Taking cover in the roaring audience, I was met by my mother who was beaming with pride at me, and took not even a moment's hesitation before engulfing me in a tight hug.

"Oh honey you did wonderful!" she announced, then procceeded to talk a mile a minute about how excited and proud she was.

I would be lying if I said that I didn't share the same energy and excitement as her. My entire body was practically vibrating with the sensation of finally being able to bond with a dragon. Speaking of, I glanced down to the green and red Terrible Terror nestled uncomfortably in my arms. Huh, I guess he didn't like being hugged either.

I pulled away and said a quick goodbye to my mother as I left early, keen on getting home and away from everyone else as fast as possible. I was almost there when I felt a sharp, tugging sensation on my arm. Turns out it was just the little Terror- yes, I meant that both ways -clawing and biting at the sleeve of my shirt.

"Hey! That's not food, don't bite that!" I demanded. While most days I don't spare a second thought about my appearance, I would prefer not to have tooth marks and holes in shirt from a dragon. And certainly not something as seemingly weak as a Terrible Terror.

Wait, I can't keep calling him that, he needs a name!

Scales? Definitely not.

Roary? That's even worse.

Spike? Okay, you can't just call him a body part, Kat.

Smokey? You've got to be kidding me...

How about-

My train of thought (and, admittedly, wildly uncreative names) was interrupted by a familiar voice behind me.

"Well, looks like the kitty finally got 'erself a pet." I could hear the smirk in his voice. Remember how I said that I was the laughing stock of the village after I didn't get a dragon the first time around? Yeah, well this guy was the source of that.

I stopped in my tracks. "Jack, hey..." I said through gritted teeth, keeping my back towards him. "How wonderful to see you."

"Feeling's not mutual. So, kitty, finally got yourself a dragon, eh? Prolly just pitying ya." I sensed him looking over my shoulder at my still nameless dragon and stiffle a laugh. "And a Terrible Terror, too? Shouldn't 'ave expected anythin' more. Keep the weak with the weak, hm?"

"Shut up, Jack. Anyway, it's not like you could've done any bett-"

I had to stop my mouth from falling open as I turned around to face Jack's dragon. I abhorred the fact that he was an Initiate, and that I may have had to work with him as a guardian.

Purple scales adorned the dragon's body, fading into a light cream on its underbelly. Spikes jutted from his head and electricity seemed to crackle through them.

"You trained the motherflippin' Skrill?!" I asked in awe, momentarily forgetting my resent for him in my shock. Pun not intended.

"Mhm. Only the best for someone like me. Ain't that right, Shockwave?" He placed a hand on his growling Skrill.

"Someone like you. You mean someone self-centred, slow witted and uglier than a deformed Gronkle? Yeah, I see that." I couldn't help but smirk at his expression. Even our dragons made growls that resembled laughter.

"Anyways, me and...uh..." I struggled to quickly think of a name for my Terrible Terror. Then it came to me. "Me and Flame are sure to beat your butts at the Trials tomorrow. Only winners can become Guardians and, sorry not sorry to burst your bubble, that's not gonna be you."

He remained silent for a moment, before retorting, "Whatevah. See you at the Trials, loser."

This was going to be interesting.

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Kinda late with this one, but oh well. Also just a question, does the Hidden World society have technology? And if so, can they have social media?