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Post by Hiccup on Sept 18, 2011 17:52:31 GMT -5
(ooc: Time to turn characters that aren't already ponies into ponies. >:3)
If he was being entirely honest with himself, Hiccup couldn't even begin to describe what had possibly happened to him. In fact, he was more in denial about it than anything else. He found himself walking through a field, head hanging low and eyes fixated on the ground, and utterly lost as to what he should even be thinking. Somehow during the night he had either been taken away from Berk or teleported away and had been turned into a pony. A pony. Hiccup didn't even understand what had happened. He couldn't get over the fact that he was no longer human and, instead, was a dull brownish red colored pony with a bright red-brown mane and tail. Fortunately, his eyes hadn't changed.
"This is so stupid." Hiccup grumbled. He had noticed that his flank was blank, but that didn't really register as being important in any way, shape, or form. Whatever had happened to him to turn him into a pony, Hiccup hated it. He wanted to be human again. "Gods, why must you torment me so? What did I ever do to you? Why can't you let e live a normal life for once?" Hiccup asked as he threw his head up so that he was looking directly up at the sky.
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Post by Giselle on Sept 18, 2011 18:35:54 GMT -5
Unlike Hiccup, however, Giselle didn't see why being a pony was such a bad thing. The tanish pony with the orangish mane and tail was flying around with her wings spread out high and taking to the sky. "Oh this is so much fun." she said. While she was confused on why anyone would turn her into a pony, she was enjoying it just as she did as a human
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Post by Duke on Sept 18, 2011 20:00:11 GMT -5
It's just like riding a bike. Just like riding a bike. Except, you're not supposed to be pedaling. Or you look like you're flailing. And then you'll fall. Then you'll die.
Well, that was a certainly positive thought that Duke had thought up. The former human was definitely not used to his new green and brown body, not to mention wings. His teeth were clenched together as he flapped his wings, in the air. His blue eyes looked to the ground, and his stomach sickened until he saw that he wasn't the only equine there, not to mention there was another pegasus. Of course, she was ultra happy apparently, and Duke would rather go to the ground.
So he made his way to the ground, but not being used to flying, he crash landed onto the ground beside Hiccup, surprised he hadn't hit the pony. Thankful he didn't, but surprised.
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Post by Hiccup on Sept 18, 2011 20:08:00 GMT -5
Hiccup stared dumbfoundedly at Giselle, at a sheer loss of words as he watched the pegasus flying about without a care in the world. What was she so happy about? Hiccup couldn't understand it. He had half a mind to shout at Giselle so that he might ask what she was so happy about, but a loud crashing sound near him drew the red-brown pony's attention away from her. Another pony, more accurately another pegasus, had crashed beside him. Was he the only pony that lacked wings? It was beginning to appear as though that was the case. Hiccup frowned a little as his ears went back in their proper position upright on his head and slightly tilted his head to the side.
"Can I help you?" Hiccup asked bluntly. He wasn't in any particular mood to ask whether or not Duke was a pony naturally. He just wanted to find out why it was that the gods were spiting him again. If he could figure that much out, the former Viking would be satisfied. Of course you won't find out. You're cursed. he told himself bitterly.
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Post by Duke on Sept 18, 2011 20:19:12 GMT -5
So he was still alive after the crash. Amazing. The pegasus had gotten back to his feet- err, hooves much rather, and turned to face the pony. Oh how jealous Duke was over the fact he didn't have wings. "To be honest, I have no idea if you can help or not. You might have to help her up there for being so happy, but I'm not so sure if you can help me get back home or look normal." the pegasus decided to respond. He was in a whole new world. A place to start fresh. It shouldn't hurt to talk to this pony, right?
That didn't mean he was going to tell him his life story, but telling his name was probably something he could do. "Now, you probably think I'm crazy, but I'm not supposed to look like this." The green and brown pegasus debated with himself further on whether or not to tell him his name, but he'd probably decide soon after the pony's response.
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Post by Hiccup on Sept 18, 2011 20:28:37 GMT -5
A single brow raised slightly at Duke's statement. So he wasn't the only one that had been turned into a pony somehow. Amazingly, Hiccup wasn't all that surprised. It was beginning to seem like the gods were out to spite everyone. "Of course. The gods are out to get more than just me, it seems." Hiccup remarked with a slight pony shrug. "I actually have to believe you when you say that. I'm not supposed to look like this, either." he said at last. How pitiful. He was scrawny even as a pony, and much thinner than the pegasus before him. Was it normal for someone to be so scrawny? Hiccup couldn't rightly answer that.
"Anyway, I suppose you might as well know my name. It's Hiccup." Hiccup stated at last. He wondered if such a name would sound strange to a non-Viking. At least, Hiccup assumed Duke was a non-Viking. He could only imagine how strange he must have sounded saying his name was something as odd as Hiccup. "What about you?" Hiccup decided to ask. Might as well get to know the pegasus, after all.
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Post by Astrid on Sept 18, 2011 20:29:54 GMT -5
A light peach, skin colored pony with braided back blonde and light brown hair was kicking a tree. More bucking and pawing at it ruthlessly, her jaw set in a firm line, ice blue eyes narrowed. The silver bands/shin guards with the matching blue stone in the middle jingled with every movement against the tree, now free of a layer of bark. Brown hooves having destroyed it. Astrid pony was not happy, not in the least. Her double edged axe with a smear of blood could only show that the phrase, 'violence is never the answer' never crossed her mind. Her short cropped tail shook slightly with every blow with her hind legs, her body spinning in circles to try and harm the tree she'd caught sight of. Two others had matching layers of missing bark.
The gods couldn't hate her, not this much. What had she done? She'd done nothing. She'd fought her fair share of dragons, trained hard, and had enjoyed her fellow teen's company as necessary as possible. She'd even avoided the scrawny chief's son who never had anything good coming to him. And with that a sparkle flared in her eyes. Of course. It MUST be Hiccup. The gods had made clear that they might have had little favor on him for a while. Now his cursed luck was affecting her. To a girl with suspicions for just about everything, this made sense.
"Can I help you?" The same blunt, slightly drawling, sarcastic tone of the red haired boy. Her head whipped around, her nostrils flaring with a snort, her ears pinned back against her now pony skull. The skin toned pony rolled her shoulders, and stamped her hoof once, twice. And than she ran for it, the reddish brown pony with the bright mane. His back was to her, but it might not be for long, seeing as she had made such nose destroying the tree she'd been near.
A battle cry rang from her throat, "HICCUP!!!" as she charged for the now pony male.
(ooc: Yay for charging intros :3)
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Post by Duke on Sept 18, 2011 20:37:58 GMT -5
Odd. So this pony, who's name was Hiccup which was possibly even stranger, wasn't the only one who had spontaneously turned into some sort of equine being. He decided not to look into the name, but when the subject of his own name came up, he had come to a decision. It'd probably be best to get to know him anyways, being in a strange world. "Friends just call me Duke." he said with a bit of a pony shrug.
And then, his blue eyes fluttered to another pony. One obviously less happy then himself, and obviously not as happy to see Hiccup from that battle cry. Battle instinct took over, to help the other pony. "Move out of the way!" Perhaps he said it a bit louder than intended, but at least he could make sure that Hiccup could hear him.
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Post by Hiccup on Sept 18, 2011 20:38:02 GMT -5
"HICCUP!!!"
Oh, no. A look of dread crossed Hiccup's face as his ears went back against his head again. He knew that voice all too well. On top of the fact that he knew it, he recognized the anger and annoyance in the tone of voice. Slowly, Hiccup turned around to confirm his suspicion. Of course, with his bad luck, he proved himself correct almost immediately. The icy blue eyes, the braid, the structure... there was no doubt about it. It was a ponyfied Astrid. Dread melted away slightly, but not by much. Hiccup realized he wasn't in the best of situations.
"Yep, I knew it. The gods hate-"
(ooc: Feel free to tackle him, Astrid. CX)
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Post by Astrid on Sept 18, 2011 20:47:59 GMT -5
Ignoring the obviously larger pony beside the reddish brown one, the skin toned pony leaped into the air, forelegs outstretched to better tackle Hiccup. She tried to pin his scrawny figure down, ignoring what might just be his last words. Anger flared like flames in her icy eyes, her lips pulled back in a pony snarl. Her nostrils were flared out, large amounts of air flowing from the angrily. Her blonde hair whipped out around her shoulder, glaring at Hiccup.
"YOU! YOU! THE GODS HATE YOU!" she snarled, obviously enraged at having been turned into an almost adorable pony. "NOT ME! WHY would they do this? WHAT did I ever do!?" directing her questions at the sky, her head snapped down at Hiccup. It had to be him. His bad luck must have directly affected her. She was about to rear, and probably pound him inside out with her forelegs, already noticeable, by how she bunched up her hind legs and was slowly rising up.
(ooc: Feel free to push her off Duke or have Hiccup roll out of the way xD Blonde vs blonde *bell dings*)
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Post by Hiccup on Sept 18, 2011 20:54:03 GMT -5
Hiccup felt the air being knocked out of him as Astrid tackled him. Yep, there really was no fury known to mortal men like that of an angry female. An angry female pony, at that. Hiccup felt himself shivering fearfully, unable to properly form words for the moment as Astrid shouted at him. She was blaming him for this? How was he supposed to know it would happen? How was he supposed to do anything about being turned into a pony? He was just average, useless Hiccup! He couldn't do something like this without intending to! He definitely hadn't intended on being turned into a pony.
As Astrid reared up, Hiccup smartly rolled out of the way and rose to his hooves. Perhaps it was the only useful action he had ever performed in the history of Hiccupdom. "You're blaming me for this? I didn't do anything! How was I supposed to know this would happen?" Hiccup asked indignantly. "Okay, granted the gods do hate me for whatever reason. I'm aware I'm cursed... must come with the red hair." Hiccup suggested.
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Post by Duke on Sept 18, 2011 20:59:38 GMT -5
Congrats. Another plan failing miserably. The thought had briefly occurred to the winged pony as his blue eyes widened at the other blonde. Apparently, they didn't live in a modern world where science could be blamed instead of gods. Or perhaps the blonde, peach one believed gods had something to do with her change. Duke probably should've had a much more thought-out plan to try and get Astrid away from Hiccup, yet instincts made him go without much of a plan.
"Hands- hooves off the kid, he doesn't know what's going on, and neither do I." The pegasus of the dysfunctional trio said, hoping that Hiccup wouldn't get hurt, though his choice of words was probably rather poor. Duke wasn't sure how he'd live with himself if he got this kid killed. Or pony, but judging by the voice he had to be in his teens. Either way, if things got of hand or hoof, he'd probably have to intervene. As usual in the daily life of Duke Hauser. The red hair statement reminded Duke briefly of Scarlett, which made the pegasus remember the last time he saw her. And not a good memory either.
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Post by Astrid on Sept 18, 2011 21:08:29 GMT -5
Having been in a better mood and if she'd ever been in a truly good conversation with the red haired teen, she would have laughed at his hair joke. But the blonde wasn't, and she only lowered her head, pinned her ears against her skill and stamped her hoof. Flames of fury still burning in her eyes. Displeased having not been able to stomp the teen to his untimely demise, Astrid was still in a relatively bad mood. She didn't like being a pony, she'd never be caught near such a cutesy pony in her life. But now she was one, and it was utterly horrible.
"YES I'm blaming you! You are cursed and the gods have now decided they'd love to punish me because of you!" the blonde pony snarled, her lip curling back to reveal her un-sharp teeth. She surely deserved her cutie mark. To any logical person, her explanation was nothing, meant nothing, and was the voice of a particularly enraged teen girl. But to Astrid, it made complete sense.
The peach and blonde head whipped around to the other blonde, flames still burning the ice in her eyes. Who was he? He was definitely older than the two teens, but based on his pony form, was no adult, male viking. He was to small in muscle and body structure to be one.
"Neither do I!" she snapped, glaring at the man. "But I DO know, it has to be something to do with him." Astrid jerked her head in Hiccup's direction. "Only things like this could happen to him, and those in a mile radius!" her eyes turned back to glare at Hiccup, stamping her hoof again, ready to charge the scrawny pony once more. Astrid's violent temper had gone off, being a pony didn't particularly help.
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Post by Duke on Sept 18, 2011 21:28:09 GMT -5
"If that's true then he must have stalked me for the past year or so." Duke said sarcastically with a roll of his eyes. Oh, how true that would've been. For the past year or so was ever since he was wanted by police. When he reflected on that, something occurred to him. Obviously, the other two didn't know who he was. He could live freely at this place, not a care in the world. No chance of being in jail anyways. The other ponies might try and kill him, though. Astrid anyways.
Her explanation to Hiccup didn't make sense at all to Duke. He may have mentioned that they were transformed by scientists, but that seemed quite a bit of a stretch to say to the obviously younger ponies. The hoof stamp made his stomach churn slightly, wondering what his next move could be. If the other charged at Hiccup, he could deflect it. A sergeant like himself was used to it. Though, with his pegasus body, he wasn't so sure how much he could shrug it off. That didn't stop some instinct that told him to take one for the team and run in front of Hiccup.
Probably not the smartest choice, but Duke had found himself stop right in front of Hiccup to shield the pony from the other blonde. Most likely he was in a world of hurt real soon.
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Post by Hiccup on Sept 19, 2011 16:30:03 GMT -5
"Okay, so one bad thing happens to you and it's automatically my fault. Yeah, that makes sense." Hiccup remarked sarcastically as he peaked out from behind Duke. Pony or not, he had the sense enough to not aggravate Astrid further if he could help it. Of course, it seemed his mouth was doing the thinking instead of his head for once. The redish brown, freckled, redheaded pony immediately regretted his statement. That might have further irritated her. "I mean, great Odin's ghost Astrid! What did I ever do to you? I've been trying to avoid getting myself killed by dragons, fellow Vikings, and who knows what else on a regular basis! I don't need this right now!" Hiccup protested.
Wait... why does she have a marking? Hiccup wondered as his emerald green gaze wandered to Astrid's flank. The double edged axe marking was hard to miss. Why did she have a marking while he didn't? Was it because she had actually achieved something back home while he was just the scrawny kid that everybody and their mothers seemed to hate?
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