Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-34320391-20181119131046/@comment-34572969-20181207210736

Katina

No demonstration? Great, this should be easy.

I set Flame down and crouched to meet his level. In all honesty, it wasn't creating the hand signals that was hard, it was actually getting my dragon to obey them. Flame was already a handful (literally) and I'd only known him for just over a day.

I observed some other Initiates with their dragons, performing their own sign language and having them obey commands.

Wait, that's it! Sign language!

If you're expecting some sort of elaborate back story about how I know sign language, you're not about to get it. When I was younger, I always thought the concept of it was cool since I got to talk to people with my hands, and so I was taught it by my parents.

I stuck out my palms and wriggled my fingers, imitating Flame's namesake and whispering, "Fire." He seemed to understand and shot a stream of fire at the spot in front of me.

I nodded at the Terror, who seemed to be looking at me for approval. Then, using both of my hands, I bent two of my fingers over my other hand, making it look like a person sitting on a wall. "Sit."

Flame did just that, and made a sound that resembled satisfied purring as I stroked his head.

This continued for a while, Flame learning the signs to fly, land, stay and others. I was about to demonstrate a few more signs when I felt a quite literal wave of shock behind me. Like anybody would, I jumped up in surprise, even seeing Flame yelp in terror as he stared at something.

I followed the dragon's gaze and found a patch of charred, black land, with ribbons of smoke wafting away from it. Waves of heat were coming from it, and from the corner of my eye I saw a flash of purple and white, and what looked like a person next to it.

"Whoops," the figure spat, obviousy not sorry at all. I turned my head and found Jack, arm wrapped around his precious Skrill, and his other hand pointed in a finger gun towards me. His dragon looked slightly displeased and uncomfortable, but made no move against his owner.

"Ha ha, very funny, that was so hilarious," I deadpanned, sitting back down and turning away from the bully. "Now get lost, Jack, I'm not in the mood right now." Truth is, I'm never in the mood. Who ever wants to get bullied?

He persisted. "What, too much of a pussy cat to talk back? Figures. That Terror o' yours prolly already wishes it picked someone else."

I sighed. This was already getting too childish for me. I mimed an animal biting down on my hand with my fingers, mouthing, "Bite," before walking off. If a fight isn't necassary, it isn't worth fighting. Although, a little revenge never hurt anyone.

I couldn't help but snicker as I heard a girlish scream escape Jack's mouth, then felt Flame's weight on my shoulder. I scratched under his chin as he held his head up in pride.

"Good job, boy," I told him.

The feeling of resent for Jack still never left.

-- (For any of you that are confused, the following is going to be a separate part. So this is two of my parts, just in one post)

Katina

I sighed in frustration as I tossed the dagger into a tree trunk. Scratches and gashes where the dagger had previously hit adorned the tree's bark, along with a few cheesy carvings of A + H written onto the wood. Honestly, if that tree were a person, it would probably have a black eye and numerous stab wounds on it.

Jack's words still rang in my head. ''What, too much of a pussy cat to talk back? Figures. That Terror o' yours prolly already wishes it picked someone else.''

"Why can't you just leave me alone?" I mumbled to no one in particular, though at the same time I knew exactly who I was talking to. I marched forward to grab my dagger from the tree. "I did nothing to you, nothing. Is it to raise your self esteem? Did I honestly do anything, anything at all to you for you ridicule me so much?"

I hurled the weapon at an opposing tree, one with significantly less slashes than the one I was practising on before. There was always something comforting about ranting to inanimate objects.

I let out a frustrated grunt. Letting my anger out into the forest was not going to help.

Inhaling and exhaling to calm myself, I began to aim a sharp stick instead of my dagger at the tree and turned to Flame, hiding in the shadows. "Alright, try getting this one this time."

He emerged from the foliage and nodded at me, and I forcefully threw the stick towards the direction of the tree.

Flame reacted almost immediately. He leapt onto my head and shot like a bullet after the twig, before completely incinerating it. I adjusted my kransen- yes I know they're outdated, no I don't care -since it was slightly crooked after Flame quite literally used my head as a launching pad, and stuck out my arm for the Terrible Terror to land on.

"When I said 'get', Flame, I didn't really mean 'completely annihalate'," I sighed, a gleam of humor in my eyes. This was already cheering me up.

"Again!" I exclaimed, kicking another stick up to my hand. Flame seemed excited for this one, bouncing around and panting much like a puppy would.

I flung the stick and the Not-So-Terrible Terror sped off, only this time the stick landed somewhere beyond the forest and he didn't catch it.

We went to retrieve it, and what happened next was...interesting.

I looked up and saw a house, not too far away from the edge of the forest. Smouldering walls stood, barely, and it looked like a fire had only recently been put out.

Flame chirped curiously and looked at me, as if asking a question.

"Well- of course we're going in there," I answered the unsaid query. "There could be a person trapped in there, and besides, who doesn't want to explore an abandoned house?"

Any sane, reasonable person with half a brain, my head told me. I ignored it and went on forwards.

"The hell...?"

The place was...messy, to say the least. Heat was attacking me in small waves, and the smell of smoke lingered in the air. I looked to Flame, who shrugged, and I entered the building.

"This is Aud and Rita's house," I realized as I looked around. Loose picture frames hung shattered on the walls, everything was singed, and I felt like the floorboards could have given way at any moment.

I shuddered. That thought was definitely not easing my anxiety. I was already beginning to regret going there.

I made a 'C' shape with my right hand and moved it in a circular motion around my face. "Search."

Flame crooned in concern at the thought of leaving me alone, but reluctantly flapped away. I continued to explore the place.

"Looks like they at least got away," I murmured as I saw the open window. Everything in the house seemed faulty, damaged, like anytime it could collapse on me.

And that's exactly what happened.

I really shouldn't have gone in there.