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[Thora the Tamer]

Thora was not happy. Moonshadow and herself had been doing just fine. They were taming the beasts as they were asked, though their methods were different from what Curr was used to it worked, and she hadn't been interfering in the mistreatment of Griffins too much, but this did it. Someone put a hand on her Griffin. Moonshadow was not to be touched, nor was the older Griffin, the one that raised her. She had been letting Moonshadow out to hunt when it happened. Someone came at Moonshadow with a whip. Of course as soon as she heard the crack she was out to see what was happening. When the man went for another crack she grabbed the whip and pulled him down to the ground by it. With her boot at the back of his neck. She should have beaten his brains out, but she didn't. She did strike the heel of her metal bood to his right shoulder though. It wasn't permanently damaged but he would have trouble using it for a while.

Then the sneaky little rat of a human went and cried to the clan leader. She sneered at him for her entire lecture. She wasn't allowed to beat on the villagers just to protect her damned birds, were his exact words. They didn't understand, just like they didn't understand why she never talked to her parents. They weren't her family, the Griffins were. They would always be her family. The other vikings would do whatever it took to protect their own, she was just doing the same, but because her family didn't look like theirs she didn't get the same respect.

She sighed, pulling her hair back with her hand. She couldn't take these stupid ignorant people. She thought idly about taking her Griffins to Berk, maybe there she would be able to keep her family together in peace, but they proabably wouldn't accept her based on the principal that Curr was threatening them. She wouldn't blame them either, she just wished there was a way out.

[Fox]

It felt strange to be here again. He had grown so accustom to solitude in the wilderness that he almost felt claustrophobic even when the village wasn't crowded. The sounds of several people talking at once seemed strange to his ears, but he could related them to the sounds of several birds chirping at once. Both of which he hated deeply. What could all the people of Curr and birds of the forest be possibly talking about that it was so damn interesting all day long? Only at nightfall did they finally give their vocals, and Foxglove's ears, a rest.

He was walking aimlessly through the streets, a little lost despite himself. He had grown up here, yet somehow he had managed to forget where the inn was. He knew his limits and he could only spend the night outside for so many days before he craved indoors. He wasn't a wild man, after all. He was still civilized, even if he had spent most of the past two years of his life in the forests surrounding Curr and Berk.

His griffin was walking obediently behind him, staring at the ground like a good hagriff. There were stables at the inns where people could board their griffins, but Foxglove wasn't about to be bothered paying the extra fee. He would send the annoyance off as soon as he found a place to sleep. For now, however, he kept it with him to help him fit in.

Griffin couldn't quite help herself and glanced upward despite knowing her owner would disapprove of it. She was quite famished and even if Foxglove was aware, he wouldn't have cared. She had scented fresh fish meat cooking at a shop they were passing and gave it a tempted stare. She was docile, however, and would not actually dare to approach it. Her gaze alone was enough of a felony.

"Hey! Git that nasty varmen away from mah fish!"

Foxglove stopped so suddenly that Griffin bumped into him, causing her to shrink away quickly in fear of a strike. The boy stared at the butcher in surprise. The smelly man was staring right at him and his hagriff. Other people were looking as well with frowns of disapproval. Such attention wasn't good--not for a person whose daily hobby was as violent as his. He knew exactly what they wanted him to do and, quite honestly, he had no problem with satisfying them.

He didn't even look at Griffin before wooden contraption struck her face so hard she fell over. He didn't have anything on him other than his trusty crossbow, which he usually kept tied to his back under his long cloak. The structure was strong enough to be able to take the force of the blows he gave his griffin on a regular basis and he used it quite often. He could see that the people watching had been satisfied, nodding their head in approval, and some stared to walk away. Griffin was still on her side. She old girl wasn't sure whether or not it was okay to get up yet. Foxglove towered over her head, staring down with ice cold indifference.

"Get up."

And she did, quite quickly. She resisted shaking her had from the blow, as that might just evoke another one. With that, Foxglove turned away and continued on and the old bird followed without a moment's hesitation.

[Thora the Tamer]

Considering Thora was already wound up, angry was the term. Most people knew by now to leave her alone, and not do anything that would insult her when she was in a mood. Of course, already being in trouble with the chief made her not really care what she did to anyone. The leader of the village really didn't have much he could hold against her. He knew he probably couldn't defeat her in a fight, at least not with her handy dandy berserker side. Of course, people went out of their way not to make her angry, usually. Occasionally people would forget themselves.

The people of the town knew she didn't like to see griffins mistreated. They were her family, and many of them were considered her brothers, sisters, and cousins. At least she grew up with them, the village thought they owed her, or owed the gods. They were the ones who cast her out thinking her a dark being. Instead, they learned she was gifted by Odin himself. Though they didn't care too much in respecting her family, because the family they thought she had were human. Though those people would never be her parents. They were the ones who cast her out in the first place, listening to a senile woman. Sure she was supposed to be their elder, but she didn't respect any of the divine arts she claimed to control. A woman like her, cruel and selfish, would not be a conduit for the gods, at least none of the important ones.

Then she saw it, the boy striking his griffin just for looking at the merchant's fish. She snorted, people were so stupid. Of course the animal was hungry, but the griffin didn't move for the food. That was a feat in itself. She approached the merchant wordlessly. Moonshadow was at her side, like she always was. She threw a couple of coins in the direction of the merchant and took some of the fish. Half of it went to Moonshadow and she brought the other half to the boy's griffin. She patted the dark birds neck before offering it to the dark Griffin. "You're a pretty Hawk aren't you?" She asked, smiling, and setting down the fish by the griffin's feet. She wasn't afraid of being bitten by the beast, who was most likely hostile if this was normal treatment for him. She got worse as a young child from the griffins she played with and the people she fought with for food.

Without a second thought the sword at her hip was drawn as she moved to strike the boy with the flat side, much like he just struck his griffin. She made no other move, but to draw the sword to her side. She didn't put it away because she knew the boy probably would take the strike as an insult, She made sure she stood so her right side was not facing him. She tended to be uneasy about letting people see the scar on her face. It wasn't that she was ashamed of it anymore, it was just a habit.

[Fox]

Griffin was starting straight ahead of her as she followed the black back of the boy who had just stricken her. She was staring at him intensely, as to not allow herself to slip up again, and therefore did not notice Thora until her hand was on the bird's neck. The slightest squawk emitted from her small beak and she flinched back, swerving her head quickly to look at the woman. The flecked griffin stared at the girl, not understanding what she was saying. She had very little experience with humans, Foxglove actually being the only one, and thus didn't understand their body language. She wasn't even sure what the pat on her neck was supposed to be. For all she knew, that was also intended to be a strike.

The fish on the ground bewildered her and she stared at it with perplexed eyes. Surely this was not for her. No... it was a test. Yes, another test. If she accepted it, she would be hit again. Griffin turned her head away and caught sight of her owner who was still walking away. She made a movement as though to step forward, but then stopped abruptly and gave the woman beside her a cautious glance. Was she supposed to follow him or did this girl want her to stay still? Who would give her the worst punishment if she disobeyed one of them? She couldn't settle on a decision by the time the woman suddenly made an attempt to assault her owner.

Foxglove had known from the moment Griffin squawked that someone had come over. He didn't know who or what they were doing to his griffin and he honestly didn't care enough to stop and turn around. The sound of feet rapidly approached him from behind, however, was more than enough. It was a good thing he still had his crossbow in hand, or else counter the blade with a naked fist would have been quite painful. The blade struck the metallic part of the crossbow and rung out a long and eerie cry. Foxglove lowered his weapon calmly and looked at the woman. He gave her a small smile, though his eyes were anything but friendly.

"Is there a problem, ma'am?" He asked politely in a soft voice. His eyes strayed from the stranger for just a moment to look at his griffin. She was still, unmoved from the encounter. She really couldn't have cared less whether Foxglove had gotten hurt or not and expecting her to protect him was asking far too much of her. She was staring at his face and his frown was enough of an indicator that she was in trouble. At that the Hagriff lowered her head and stared away from the fish.

Foxglove's eyes returned to the woman, though he didn't smile again. He searched his waning memory for any recognition of this stranger and only one thought came to mind. The wild girl. All he could remember was that she had spent great portion of her life in the wilderness and was quite rebellious to the ways of the Curr. A griffin hugger.

[Odin the Fierce]

Man today sucked, one his dad went off hunting without him, which was totally lame, and now he was stuck riding Marrow around like he was bored. And the stupid bird probably knew that because he wasn't taking him anywhere particular, just in a long boring circle. Way to go, stupid bird. But when he spotted things just below he yanked pretty hard on the reins and caused Marrow to cry out in frustration and glare back at Odin, whom merely grinned wildly, gesturing down below them in a frantic matter, "Go. Go go go!" he bounced slightly on the bird's back to get him to head forward but for a moment the bird didn't move, instead rolled it's eyes, but eventually dived down that way.

As they landed roughly, Odin lept off the creature's back, shoved past the girl with the sword and got right in front of Fox with a grin, "Dude what are you doing out here? Hopefully not being lame? Where's your bird, lets got cut down some trees or hurt something in the forest." he completely ignored the female that was confronting Fox, whom Odin hardly found a threat to. He prefered to ignore the female race, they were dumb and often turned out to be Griffin huggers.