Buying the dragons. [Intro]
#2 of Viking Dragon Farm
It was late, I'm bored and decided I wanted to have a poke at writing, hopefully I can finish this off.
Okay before I can let you read this I am obliged to tell you that if in your country or state it is illegal....you know what if you ain't 18 fuck off now, you shouldn't be on here anyway.
I've picked this back up after a long time off, this hasn't been a good year for me, and I hope that changes with the New Year, I must point out this is only an intro, wanna see what you guys think if theres anyone actually reading these [Wai you no vote or comment D=] and it's late, anywho;
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Ten miles from the screaming valley and two from the Engorged beast tavern there's an open stretch of mountain side, during the summer it's a beautiful spot of land, half in fact covered in dirt where a few crops could be grown or an herb garden, the choices varied. The little patch was set in the corner of the little shelf, well I say little. It measured just less than 3 acres but then we were on the side of a rather large mountain. The farm ran within 5 foot of the cliff edge, and the edge was used as long food storage, in the winter it could freeze throughout the season.
Against the back wall of the cliff next to the garden is a 10 foot high door it may have taken 6 trees to make at least. Inside was the farm owners living space hollowed out of the mountain itself the space stretched around 10 foot wide and 6 long 12 foot to the roof where some previous dragons whom had dwelled in the cave had crystalized the roof with their breath the rock on the walls becoming formed crystal with depth that seemed to suck you in, slivers of granite just visible in the night sky overhead shimmering in the light. Along the walls a few decorations were placed, a desk and chair with a few towers of melted wax. 6 months of staying awake at night adding numbers writing letters and insomnia had finally paid off, early morning a bull banged on the large oak doors waking the bear inhabitant from his sleep. Getting up from his bed of furs, clutching one to himself to fend off the chill he unbolted the massive door and tugged it open as easily as a cupboard door.
A brief introduction and ale to clear his head the bear came to realize the large bull was the dragon merchant he'd been waiting for, a friend of a friends friend so he knew nothing about the bull, the large black creature was stood in a tartan kilt and fur his curved horns came in at sharp points, he was devilishly handsome in all the right ways, he held himself with authority but he was also smoothly cocky seeing his new customer in just a fur he bemusedly commented on it but all he got was a tired blink and a nod to come in. The cool ale sloshed down the bears throat and the world stopped being so still a gentle buzz running through him as the strong alcohol took affect he got his sac of gold and was given a receipt.
"Two pygmy feathertails, a Rock cruncher, scrounger and one steam dragon," The bull recited "They're outside waiting, for dragons, delivery and service its 2000 gold" he grinned.
2000 was the entire contents of the sac, the last of his gold, once he'd signed the receipt over that was everything he had gone and he had carry on. Without a second thought he did it and pushed the sac over, a reckless choice, yes very much so if he had no gold no one would trade and if he ran out of food he was dead, that simple. But it was this or live in his brothers shadow, his brother being a famous hunter, he often went out hunting giant beasts, after killing them and hauling them to the nearest town he and the town would feast for days, this was usually a huge party great an all but when it's your younger brother your sponging off it gets awkward.
"Well looks like everything's in order" the bull exclaimed, he'd been checking through the sac making sure it was gold after weighing it in his large hoofed hands, an expert in his trade. "I've also brought you a falcon, should you wish to do more trade, buying or selling, you send it out with a request and I'll come to you" he said clopping over on the rock floor inches away from the bear the two almost equal in height. The two in a sense were sizing off always with the Vikings, were the men breaking out in fights, the bear however was still too drowsy to challenge the bull.
"Indeed so, I'll hopefully be sending for you before the coming summer" the deep voice of the bear reply, "Feel free to rest a little, help yourself to ale or food I'm sure I can spare some for you coming in the middle of the winter" he adds before padding off to get dressed "By the way what is your name you great bullock" Helgi
"My name is Oleg" he said coolly watching the bear pad away "And yourself?"
"Helgi, nice to meet you"
"And you, oh and good luck with your farm, I don't know how you do without any stim units but perhaps give me a tour one day" he bellowed laughing.
Helgi's loins stirred some at the thought and a smirk spread across his muzzle "Don't you worry, I'm sure I can cope"