+Slowly looking around at the chaos his dragon caused and the angry faces of both dragon and rider all looking at them he slowly drops his head, attention and angry glares from others sent a chill down his spine, before he tightens his hold on the water spotted dragon and tries to climb down the beast+

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"I-Iam sorry miss, Ryu how about we go get you some food and calm you down"

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+Apologizeing to the female fire dragon he then slowly turns to his own water dragon, his voice soft but a hint of fear is now evident in his voice, he needed to get away from this crowd and stop the attaention that was drawers to him by the commotion. Slowly sliding of the dragon he hides his face into the dragons scales trying to ignore all the stares+

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+He says still hiding behind the dragon his eyes closed tight, if his dragon was to get into trouble he will take the blame for him after all this dragon protects and makes him feel safe from others and the dragons+

Hartley Russel Barn| Rider | 15 | Male | M: Mircea (ind), Michael (ind), Roxanne (ind), Aeolus, Valine (ind), Ryu (ind), Lira,

Hart was shocked to find out that Aeolus actually believed in all of the astrology nonsense. He’d have to dig in a bit deeper on that subject, but only when he had more books and notes for proof. Then again, Aeolus was older than himself, but Hart still was skeptical about it all. He was glad that they shared the same hobby of books. He couldn’t help but have his curiosity perked when the air dragon mentioned the dragon tongues. It sparked something new and (probably) feasible for him to do when they got back home. Maybe he could teach himself the many languages of the dragons. That would be quite the accomplishment and he doubted that even the great Aristotle learned that. But of course, why would he teach himself when he had a perfectly good dragon, who said he was well-versed in multiple dragon dialects, to learn from?

Could you teach me your native language? He had asked.

A little after, it seemed that everything was falling apart. A pleasant, fluid motion of introduction to the first ride was ruined by…several different things and aspects.

Something is happening, Hart realized. He knew it first off because Michael was an idiot and decided to touch Cea’s hair. However, Hart didn’t think that such a ruckus would commence from that. Nor did he realize that Cea would start to cry. He was too far to actually hear him, especially with everything going on, but he could see him clinging to his dragon in a scared, passive way. A way that Hart rarely saw him in. Something was not all right.

Michael.

Hart usually was always attentive when being given instructions of any kind of manner, even if it was just to dump the garbage. However, this was not one of those times. This was different. His cousin, his brother was hurting because some imbecile couldn’t keep his hands to himself. He prepared himself to storm at Michael and shout and scream all bloody hells worth at him. He noticed Roxanne was doing exactly just that. Good ole, Rocky, he thought as he rolled up his sleeves. He didn’t think that it would lead down to a physical fight, but he didn’t want to ruin his clothes. That would pain Cea and right now Hart wouldn’t want to put anymore suffering on his cousin. As he did, he noticed what few muscle he had. He didn’t realize that he was about to become a victim himself.

Then the world turned cold and sharp. The water dragon’s mouth spewed a jetstream of icy water down on him, mimicking a leather belt cutting into a body. Except it was harsh and freezing. Hart’s nerves were numbed by the touch of the water and throbbed, trying their best to feel something. Meanwhile, Hart’s mind was slow in shock and only two questions pounded in his head. What happened? Why do I hurt? He didn’t realize that his entire body was shivering violently as water dripped down his chin. His teeth chattered against each other and he began to sweat terribly. His usually lively eyes were stuck in a frozen stare. The world was blurred and they tried to comprehend the white dragon looking at them. However, his thoughts were stuck in a loop of the same two questions. The rider was mute to the world and to his dragon.

He didn’t feel himself being picked up by Aeolus nor brought over to where Roxanne and Mircea were. His thoughts were becoming more active, though. That was from a dragon. Which dragon? His eyesight was also clearing up, but his shivering and clattering continued. His wet clothes were not helping the situation as they clung on his body. While his body wasn’t faring as well, his mind returned to him as the shock wore off. He could feel the grass underneath him and he understood words being spoken. One was from a girl he hadn’t talked to before. Apparently her name was Lira and she handed him a dry, unused towel.

What happened to you?

“I don’t really know.” He answered honestly, his teeth rattled together as he did. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to remember. It was just cold and then Aeolus talked to him. Where was Aeolus? His eyes scanned his surroundings. It looked like the air dragon was giving a piece of his mind to a water dragon. Water. “I think that water dragon up there hit me.”

He watched the dragon turned around and smugly descended down towards him. As he did, Hart could get a clear view of the dragon. It was a fairly large one for the breed and was spotted. Like most water dragons, his coat theme was blue. The spots reminded Hart of one of his dragon books, but he couldn’t quite place the name. Maybe he could later when he was thinking more clearly.

“Who is that? What did you say?” Hartley asked his dragon. This time he had the towel wrapped around his shoulders and it vibrated with him. “And what exactly happened?”

Ingore

It had happened so quickly. That Mircea had to process what exactly the fuck had happened. His dragon had been worried about him, then Micheal crossed the line, and he was in the middle of a panic attack.

Easy Rider. Deep breaths Mircea. It's alright. Nothing will harm you as I am here. The words of his dragon attempted to calm him down came through his brain. He felt the kindness and empathy from her voice - she truly meant what she said.

Brontes

Water | 250 | M | M: Basically everyone

Once he had sprayed the two riders, the situation turned chaotic. Nico’s brother, of the riders in which he had tried to dowse, seemed to panic and run to the aid of his dragon where he hid below its frills. While his friend also did the same, moving at the last second to stand beneath one of the fire dragons. Meanwhile, the girl standing in front of him and Nicodemus began to ask questions about the ride, before she had moved in the line of his fire to become drenched. He grumbled unceremoniously as she sulked about being wet, while the two that he had targeted managed to flee to the safety of their dragons.

When one of the other girls slipped through the crowd to grab the other girl, something else caught his attention. Besides the tension between the light and dark dragons and their riders, one of the other water dragons had stepped forward, aggression coming out of nowhere. The creature grew suddenly hostile, possessively wrapping his tail around his rider and puffing water from his nostrils. The older water dragon rolled his eyes at the act. He had seemingly calmed down. and Brontes had turned away from the duo since they had been a little ways from the group when heard a “watch this” from their direction.

The other water dragon shot a blast of hot water straight at Micheal, and one of the younger boys, Hartley, only adding to the chaos of the situation, and all his rider could do was threaten him with a nickname? Disgust flooded through the dragon's features, as the other water dragon proceeded to drench Mircea with cold water as well. The first boy, however, seemed to have been burned or something of the sort as he released a yelp of pain that came from his direction. The water must have been boiling, while his second blast left the other two riders freezing.

That was enough.

Brontes let out a loud rumbling noise, similar to a growl in the direction of Ryu as he stepped in his direction, determined to put an end to this nonsense. He had intentions to blast him in an attempt to stop the situation when a familiar figure stepped onto the scene. Aeolus. He cracked an amused smile as he approached to ask for permission to do so, before heading over to Ryu and unleashing a steady stream of ice directed at the dragon. Brontes figured he should intervene, yes the water dragon should be dealt with, but the last thing they needed was his rider accidentally being harmed in the process. However, curiosity overcame him and he allowed his old friend to do his thing, followed by Micheal's fire dragon addressing him in a similar manner. He would have to go find Aeolus and catch up after the situation was dealt with, it pleased him to see the air dragon again.

It was too late for apologies on Ryu’s behalf, though listening to their conversation his temper began to rise as Ryu ordered Deirdre to go back to her rider AND apologize for him. Something the water dragon should be doing himself.

Luckily, Nico, had the light dragon help take control of the situation, and he raised a wing to cover his head as a blinding bright light was unleashed. Brontes quickly lowered his wing to catch Ryu’s rider as Nico tossed the kid to him. “Of course, I’ll keep an eye on him in case his dragon decides to try something.” The water dragon's tail wrapped around the young boy, tight enough to keep him in place, but not so that it would be terribly uncomfortable. He lifted the boy slightly off the ground so that the water dragon wouldn't be temped to try anything, should he do so, harm would come to his rider. With the bond already in place, the water dragon shouldn't want to put his rider in harm's way.

Seeing Nico deal with Ryu he slowly lowered his rider to the ground, releasing his hold on him, though curling his tail in front of the boy so he couldn't try and run. The water dragon let a sly grin appear on his face at the mention of taking this boy on his first ride. Satisfied with the punishment dealt to the other water dragon, Brontes relaxed his facial expressions to one more calm, looking down at the rider around his tail.

TW: Panic Attack

Ryu||Male||150||Water Dragon||M: Nico, Theo, Brontes, Everyone

Ryu had noticed the female fire dragon was leaving but then there was a flash of light. He wasn’t sure what it could have been until he saw the Light dragoness. He moved his tail covering his eyes due to the light. Ryu hadn’t noticed Nico took Theo once he did, he said through their bond “I'm sorry Theo I can’t help on this.” Ryu looked at Nico and kept eye contact though it didn’t last for long when he took out his sword. He had to suppress a growl many times when Nico had approached but this was hard and a soft rumble kind of like a growl came out.

Ryu didn’t like the idea of being kept separate from his rider, but he didn’t really have a choice. He thought, Well now I know not to piss him off. Ryu watched Nico who had complete respect with him because of many reasons. Ryu hadn’t always been like a troublemaker, but he grew up with no family after the accident with hunters. He had just tried to survive but when the sword came up, he began to have flashbacks.

Ryu was trying to keep calm but as Nico left, he remembered many things from when he was only 10 years old. He was living in the lake around the south part of the island with his family. Normally they would be in the valley, but his mom had laid eggs on the south side. He was swimming with his older siblings who were about 160 years old. Ryu had been told to hide and he did, but the hunters had followed him.

He didn’t want anything to happen to his parents, but he had to keep running for the valley. Ryu had been shot with an arrow in his left leg which had left a scar when he healed. A hunter had caught up with Ryu though and slashed him with their sword on his chest where he also has a scar. Once he reached the valley someone saved him. Ryu had always kicked himself for not remembering who it was. The water dragons that came through the valley taught Ryu most of what he knows.

As the flash backs ended Ryu began to have somewhat of a panic attack. Ryu being Ryu he curled up and began shaking from the memories. He thought I was hoping to forget the whole damn thing! He growled slightly and was also breathing really fast

Michael Evans - Rider - 18 - Male - Mentions: Basically Everyone


With the dry towel wrapped around his shoulders, still shivering from the chill he was feeling from the state of being wet, Michael snuck a look up at Nicodemus. He did not look happy, it was subtle but noticable if one knew how much could be expressing within the furrowing of a brow or a twitch at the corners of a mouth, the slight narrowing of eyes or the gleam in them that more often than not lets an indicator of the mood of the person or animal leak out. His gaze slipped back to Deirdre, who had been coming back to where he stood. But before she could, a brilliant flash of light flashed; blinding in its intensity. His eyelids slammed shut as the light hit his eyes. Not fast enough, as the white splotches danced behind his closed eyes, the kind one gets when they look at something too bright.

He opened his eyes when he heard the man who was the human half of the leaders who had to deal with all of them speak. His voice was quiet, but had a deadly air to it, silky, that reminded him of the bearing that predatory animals most usually carried. With a glance to Brontes, he saw the boy who was the rider of the water dragon who had blasted him and several others with water, he was being lifted a bit off the ground by the other dragon's tail while Nicodemus went on with what seemed like a mingled threat and announcement, it felt like he was establishing dominance. And he was. At least it felt like that to Michael.

And he knew right off the bat that he was probably never going to trust the man. While he could respect how he ruthlessly shut down what felt like a oncoming riot, and established himself as the leader quickly, he definitely did not trust him. Now was not the time for his dislike of anyone in a position of authory over him to rise, yet he felt it at that moment. The man would not tolerate disrespect. His actions and words proved it. Whether he liked it or not, he would listen to Nicodemus' commands, and he knew that; he was more experienced as a Rider, and he was their leader. But he would not trust him unless something changed, and he sure as hell did not like or care for him. But nobody said that anyone had to like their leader, only had to obey and respect them. The anger returned, simmering low in his stomach; but he made sure not to give any indication of his feelings. Without realizing it, a low growl thrummed in the back of his throat, giving quiet voice to the fact that he did not like this. He never liked other people having power over him, and he knew that the power that leaders most often had could be abused. Nicodemus was already fed up with the lot of them, and if he made an example out of Michael, then he would most likely do or say something that he would come to regret. Lord, he also had to think of his dragon as well now.

His gaze switched to Deirdre, who had closed the rest of the distance to where he and Lira stood. As the monologue ended, with an invitation to voice any questions, his eyes flicked to Mircea as he stepped forward with a question. About the earth dragons and how that works into the First Ride. He did have a point. He did not miss the glance thrown his way, it spoke of disappointment, and he saw no anger in it; he wasn't sure whether he liked that or not. At least he was used to others being mad, even furious at him, and he was used to anger. Oh, was he used to it. Back when he was younger, it had permeated the air of his home. But disappointment? It felt worse. He was not used to others being disappointed in him; he did not have many friends, most didn't like that calculating edge to the seemingly ordinary nature; his parents, he could barely think of a time when he actually wanted to please them, that phase ended early in life. Despite the fact there was seemingly no anger directed to him, he would still keep away from Mircea, and his dragon as well.