Adaptability is my middle name (open)

[Astrid Hofferson]

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[Raban]

Raban and Ravakla were very much by themselves, it was nearing the next full moon and he never like to take chances these days. There was always that one chance that she would hold her sway and he would become a mindless raging beast hell-bent on feeding and he would not even remember what he had done when he changed back. It was a big downside to what he was, that and the perpetual fear people had of you once or if they ever found out. He didn't like that part about himself, it was something that often set him into one of his brooding moods.

He was, or had been, in between two great cities, the vast fields of countryside and farmland that spanned many acres but they they were in no particular rush as night began to fall. They spent the time playing games, such as guessing games or taunting, which Ravakla enjoyed immensely but he was getting better at it.

Without so much as a warning or hint, Ravakla broke into a full gallop, tossing her head violently sending her long mane into a flowing spray of hair behind her. Raban's reflexes were keen, sharp enough to take hold just in time as he laughed, shaking her head. Whilst she let him ride her and was a loyal companion, he was not her master and she was free to do what she liked. If she wanted to run, she did so and he never stopped her. She minded herself well enough when other people were around and even if they did see, he blamed it on her being very high-spirited.

She was in full gallop, her large hooves pounding the ground and she was not really paying attention to where she was going. It was just for the thrill of the ride. Raban did not realise what had happened next till it was too late.

The world changed in an instant, green pastures merged into rocky outcrops and slopes. Ravakla banked and did a full stop, her hindquarters nearly buckling beneath. The sudden shift in scenery and her shocked reaction to all of this forced him to roll off he broad back and land on the ground with an almost sickly, fleshy thud. He groaned and rolled to one side but it seemed fate was not going to be merciful as he yelled out, his frame rising by his ankle that had activated whatever sorry trap he had not foreseen.

Ravakla turned and shook herself, her tack chinking with the ungraceful movement before she looked at him. He winced as she broke into full laughter, which came out as a series of snorts, grunts and whinnies.

"Shut up," he grumbled before arching his head to try and see where the rope was fastened before he frowned and stilled. He looked across the way, he had smelt the extra company and Ravakla pawed the ground as he regarded her for a long moment from where he was hung.

"Well, of all things I had planned... this wasn't it," he said, a little chagrined, it was not every day he fell victim to a simple trap but then things hadn't exactly been like they would be on a normal day.

"Hello there, fancy letting me down?"

[Heather]

Heather had heard the sound of a horse, however she was in her dragon's form she had fallen into a lake and was shivering cold, she had some control over her own body as the sound of a tree jerking off in the distance made her red eyes narrow, she bolted for the spot, although it is rather hard for a dragon to move quietly. Soon her eyes caught three figures, a magnificent horse, a young blond woman looking rather irritated with her catch, and a young man. She cocked her head to the side, the young man smelled...different almost somewhat similar to the wolves that had attacked her and yet...not so...it was clear he wasn't normal although...what man would be caught in such a silly trap. When the horse whinnied clear to her as a laugh it took all her strength to keep from laughing in her dragon form, everything was harder to control.

((sorry for it being so short))

[Astrid Hofferson]

[/i] that she was, she had taken out a short blade and snapped the rope holding him up within minutes. She hadn't considered the thought to much and seemingly forgotten the ground wasn't made of pillows as she heard a thud. If watching a hanging human was amusing, watching one get hurt accidentally was just as good. Even Astrid had to hold back a chuckle as she stepped back and placed the blade in one of the pockets hung against her waist. "You didn't really say how" she explained in her own defense as if she needed to explain herself before feeling the presence of someone else nearby. She couldn't point where because she couldn't find anyone else around but the feeling was there, as if someone were staring.

She blew the thought away looking back at the man who was now on the ground likely cursing after the shot of pain for falling unexpectedly. Before he could complain further she took out a piece of a plant she had managed to recognize in this world, it was good to help relieve pains specially when they were prone to bruise and swell. "Here, this will prevent that from getting worse" she added pointing to the small little bump she could notice from a distance. "Now... mind explaining to me how you got in this mess in the first place.... I have to redo this whole thing again mind you. " she confessed with a reluctant sigh as she started to collect the rope.
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[Raban]

The owner of the scent soon showed herself and Ravakla watched her warily, unsure what motives she had for her favoured two-leg that was still dangling from the rope. She was more than a little protective than usual particularly because of the strange, foreign land they were now in. It was as unfamiliar as the first day she had realised her trapped condition.

Raban on the other hand was rather relieved for the identity to be a simple, human being. After all, he could have had worse luck. He studied her for a moment unblinking, she was young, very young and he wondered how many years had passed since he was her age. He had been innocent then but no less hard working as he was now. Well, despite being suspended in the air that was. She looked petit and robust all at the same time and quite clearly capable of handling herself if the way she spoke and acted was of any indication. He wondered how fast her mood would change if she ever learned of what he truly was.

He watched as she moved in closer and before he entirely realised, he slammed into semi-frozen ground and onto his side, sending a dull and painful pang through his bulk. He blinked his eyes open and glanced up at her. She really didn't beat around the bush did she, he mused.

'I like her. She's got style,

He threw her a glare before sitting up and looked back at Astrid before he paused, sniffing the air for a brief moment, he could have sworn he had caught the scent of another nearby but it was dancing on brisk winds. But he couldn't scent it again and one side of his mouth quirked in a facial shrug as he turned his attention back to the smaller girl. Well, she was certainly tiny when compared with the likes of his horse, who plainly stared back him with fire of amusement dancing in large black eyes.

Raban peered at the plant for a moment before he accepted it and he felt his face, the one limb that wasn't protected by some means of cloth, leather or other such armour. A fine mass had started to rise on one side of his face, not that it was going to last long anyway. He tended to heal a bit faster than most. But since she was not in the know of his curse, he kept a pretence of being completely human and nothing out of the ordinary. "Thank you, I think," after all, she had been the one to trap him no matter inadvertently it had been.

"Oh, I was riding at full gallop through a meadow on my way to London when next thing I know, the scenery changes and Chestnut, my horse, pulls a complete full stop, throwing me for six," His words were plain but there was a friendly sort of mirth around the edges, as if charm was trying to make his words a little more interesting than they actually were. They weren't really he supposed but it was strange nonetheless. Long distance transportation even in these times wasn't exactly a feat that a regular sorcerer could pull off on the call of a button.

That same scent from before wafted through again and he thought it to be reptilian but as far as he was aware this was an unfamiliar place and anything could be natural here that was foreign to his acute sense of smell. "Well, I'll do my best to help you set it up again, or help you with dinner if that was what you were trying to catch,"

[Heather]

She was crouched down, the ears rotating something similar to Toothless, desperate to hear what was going on, her eyes glued watching every movement, like a lion surveying the area, then a gleam of a knife shined in the distance...uh oh...that was it. She had no control, she just had to have that knife. It was soo shiny, oh was she ever in such a playful mood, with her powerful muscles she crept along the ground trying so very hard not to make so much noise. Now it was clear by her movements this was just a simple game to her. Focused, her dragon mind only thinking on how to obtain the shining object. Oh how it shined, she knew what it was, but she didn't care. It was shiny. Closer....closer....closer she came making sure to stop within a small distance, she could easily reach it if she made a dash for it. Her tail tip wiggled a bit out of the thought, oh how much fun would this be, she knew exactly what to play next time she saw toothless, finally she made a move as they were distracted trying to remake the trap the young man had fallen into. Her feet pounding against the forest terrain as the woman came closer, she pounced over her landing so her claws weren't crushing the young man, big red eyes glanced at the knife and pulled it from its resting place and without a moments thought she bounded off the girl and hopped over to get a better view of the situation. It was her knife for now. Her head lowered to the ground noticing the horse sit and the young woman get to her feet, if they weren't hostile this should be very fun game, but she kept her eye on the young man, some men made her uneasy even in the state of play. She watched closely to see their next moves still clutching the small metal knife in her jaws, she had to make sure not to damage her new toy or she would feel very bad about destroying something that wasn't rightfully hers. Like a kitten in play she watched ever so closely.