|The Dragon Training Spectacular
Author: Ecchi Girl PM
A.K.A Dragon rodeo. Yes I put my sport s and dragons together! Thanks to Kenju for really inspiring me for that. It may end up more as a pro-rodeo rant but hey LONG LIVE COWBOYS even if they are VikingsRated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Adventure - Chapters: 4 - Words: 3,688 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 04-09-13 - Published: 12-29-11 - id: 7687728
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The next event in the Dragon Training Spectacular is the Wild Hunting Dragon Wrestling. In an actual rodeo it's called Steer Wrestling or Bull Dogging, either is correct. Anyway Snotlout is the main character in this one.
Snotlout had Fireworm saddled and she knew what she was supposed to do. Fly/run alongside the wild hunting dragon and let him jump from her back and wrestle it to the ground. She didn't like the idea but she went along with it for her rider.
Snotlout was signed up with fourteen other strong boys: Valiantdog, Yardsoon, Donmine, Hindnature, Eastodor, Palemath, Deerfod, Ambleworth, Javelinrest, Monkcote, Richvin, and Ryeburgh. He was the fifth to ride.
Fireworm stomped behind the chutes watching anxiously as Snotlout helped adjust Javelinrest's dragon in the box as the blue Hunting dragon, snarling and spitting clawed into the chute.
Javelinrest paled a bit when he saw the dragon but put on a brave face as his Nadder clawed in the box ready to go. But it was up to Javelinrest to say when to go. He glanced at his Hazer (the person who keeps the dragon in the right spot) and the hazer nodded his ready.
With a deep breath he nodded and 'Lout and the other's in the box helping stepped back. The chute gate swung open and that was the last thing Snotlout saw. Wind from the dragon's wings stirred up dust in the arena.
He looked up and saw the other boy on the ground with the Hunting Dragons claws up in the air. Good time. 4.2. Snotlout thought he could beat it but he felt happy for his opponent. They often questioned it but they knew they were battle brothers and as such depended on one another and rooted for each other.
One by one the other riders mounted up and made their runs. Some didn't make good times, some made no times, and some broke the barrier and got five seconds added. Some of the hunting dragons dodged or stopped, some of the riding dragons weren't fast enough. And then some runs were perfectly made.
Snotlout's turn was finally up and Fireworm inched back into the box ready to do her job. When the nightmare was situated, her shoulders hunched and ready, Snotlout looked over at his Hazer backed in the opposite box on another Nightmare. He leaned forward on her neck and patted the ruby dragon reassuringly.
"You ready, girl?" he asked. She snorted and gave a sharp nod of her head. He glanced over to his hazer and the hazer nodded his affirmative, Snotlout took a deep breath and nodded his head, feeling Fireworm tense up underneath him.
Snotlout took a deep breath to steady his nerves and nodded sharply.
The clatter of the gate.
Fireworm took off with an amazing burst of power. They were off. Snotlout focused on the fleeing dragon, its wings tied to its side.
Time slowed to a crawl as they rushed out into the arena. Fireworm gained ground in leaps and bounds.
Snotlout's vision seemed to tunnel one the dragon, focusing on what he was about to do. The young Viking leaned over in his saddle, special made by his cousin for this event. He had a moment's hesitation for the sharp horns that could easily impale him, and then dove.
The Viking boy hooked one arm under the right horn, locking his elbow then hooking his left under the dragon's nose, clamping it shut while his boots dug into the ground. With a yell he twisted his body flinging himself and his dragon to the ground.
With a screech the dragons hit the ground…but his claws were still underneath him instead of all four legs out from under it and in the air. With a growl Snotlout shifted his weight, pulling even more on the flexible young hunting dragon's neck (A/N: it doesn't hurt the steer either I have seen some twist their heads all the way to the ceiling of the arena while the steer is standing and it never even bawled for its mother) causing it to flip its underbelly to the sky.
When the flash of a white flag caught his eye he let go of the hunting dragon and pushed it up and away. He turned to see his hazer leading Fireworm out the other side of the arena and walked out the direction of the chutes, ready to help the rest of the contestants.
Needless to say poor Snotlout didn't place but he had a lot of fun and swore he would come back and win the next year. And after all isn't that the whole point of sports?
Poor Snotlout. I felt sorry for him not winning but I couldn't very well have the group winning every event! We have to have some losers in this as well. Besides he is in more than one event… don't have enough characters otherwise.
Information on Steer Wrestling/ Bull Dogging courtesy of my brother the Steer Wrestler…and my ridiculously advanced knowledge of rodeo.
Pen Gu: I am glad you like it. As for spelling I am dyslexic and don't always see the red and green lines when they are there. Sometimes I do though. LOL I am also blonde so the odds aren't exactly all in my favor. But I am glad you like the story.