why, again? [mirun/raphie]
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Post by Sveinn Strolfson on May 25, 2014 19:06:42 GMT -5
SVEINN i'm friends with the monster that's under my bed why was he even up again? it was two thirty or something during the day, right after noon or whatever! he didn't even care at this point. it was too damn bright out, and there was no point to him being up. well, perhaps, his job, but who worked around this place, anyway? psh... the man sighed, threading his fingers through his hair. his boot-clad feet were kicked up on a desk--he didn't know why there were even desks here, so he just kind of claimed a spot and put his feet up. this was a lounge, after all. he could lounge wherever the hell he pleased, and nobody was going to tell him otherwise. ugh, he wanted to go back to bed.
movement caught his attention, and he slowly opened his eyes to watch the cream-colored terror slink around the teacher's lounge, inspecting every nook and cranny. her slow, careful movements gave him something to watch for the time being. it wasn't much, and he grew bored very quickly. the man gave a huff of annoyance, tilting his head back to rest against the back of the--what was he sitting on again? odin would frown upon you for not bothering to look where you sit, he scolded himself, looking up just to see where exactly he was. oh, it's not a desk, it's a coffee table! or something of the sort. it's a short table thing, okay? and he was sitting on a... couch? maybe? a very uncomfortable one at that, probably because of low budgeting or having to constantly replace it from being incinerated.
it was then that the man was ambushed, pounced on by the little terror. he let out an oof, grumbling curses under his breath as he adjusted himself only slightly before his lap had been taken over and claimed by rosa. "yeah, sure, make yerself comfortable." he let out a heavy sigh, leaning his head back to look around as one pale hand moved down to pet the dragon. let's see, what could he do to entertain himself with a dragon on his lap/abdomen?
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Post by Mirun O'Hannegan on May 25, 2014 20:01:43 GMT -5
It was in the afternoon, but it was never too late for coffee. Coffee was the only reason Mirun hadn't killed any of his students yet. And it was time for one of the millions of cups he would have that day. No wonder why he didn't sleep well. Or at all. Lucy, his silver and black spotted Terror, was growling at anything he saw for fun, riding on Mirun's shoulders. The other four were with the rest of the Stinger pack. Two Stingers following Mirun as loyally as his Nightmare. Sebastian and Venus, the two leaders of the pack, were trotting behind him, Sebby raising his head and showing off the giant fan like crest he had in order to show he was the leader of the pack. Venus had a smaller crest but was more subtle about it, showering her strength to get ahead, unlike her silly mate that thought everyone was a member of his pack and that needed his love and protection.
Mirun opened the door the the teacher's lounge and stepped in, assessing who else was in there and went right to where the crushed coffee beans were to start his next cup. Sebby wedged himself through the door and knocked over a chair, screeching at it softly to make sure it wasn't alive so he didn't have to apologize. He then knocked over another table before he made his way over to the one on the couch, sniffing at them before giving his hello snarl. Jumping around to try and get attention. Mirun ignoring the noise from the lead Stinger and hummed softly, letting Lucy boil some water for him before he finished his coffee. "Sebby, don't jump. You'll break something." Sebby tilted his head and clicked his jaws before climbing on the coffee table, looking around. Mirun did not punish his dragons for misbehaving. It wasn't easy watching over a whole pack of Stingers, especially when the leader was.... Sebby.
"So, how are you this fine afternoon, Sveinn?" He asked, leaning against a counter and sipping the quickly made coffee. Thankfully Lucy was here or he would have one heck of a time boiling the water. Then again, he wasn't expecting to see anyone here, thinking Sveinn lived in the shade all the time, but this place was safe from the sun. Mirun moved off the counter to shoo Sebby off the table before sitting down on the couch, not in personal space but not out of it, either, kinda on the edge, before he looked over some papers he brought with him, Lucy baring his fangs at the other Terror. Wanting to play fight with her. Sebby clicked his jaws at Lucy, getting the Terror to curl up and pout instead. Papa Sebby didn't like any of his babies trying to start a fight. He was an over protective sort.
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Post by Raphael Audunson on May 25, 2014 23:09:04 GMT -5
 This had been the longest day in history. No, literally. It was only the afternoon, and yet he'd been stuck all morning in classes. He hadn't been stuck in a classroom for that long in years, Masters simply didn't do that kind of crap. Who had decided he was a teacher, anyway? The Headmaster didn't tend to make day to day decisions, that was what the Academy instructors were for. Of which he was one. So they should have at least warned him, if not, oh, maybe asked? Now, Raphael was not known for having a temper, but the morning he'd just had would be enough to push anyone over the edge. Which was why he was stalking across the campus, his agitated Terrors fluttering along behind him rather than on their preferred perches on his shoulders and Saggezza his Nightmare stalking along behind him. All he had wanted was to curl up with his dragons and take a nice, long nap, safe within his little cocoon of scales- his usual retreat, his happy place. But his horror of a morning couldn't stop there, of course not. Because apparently his single morning of substituting had convinced the freshmen that he was their permanent teacher- oh why, of all the days, did it have to be the first day of school?- and thus, even safe in his nest Terrors were seeking him out, dropping note after scribbled note in his lap. And he tried to be patient, he tried to be helpful, he tried to get back to them- but no, he was tired, he needed a nap, that was his happy place. And he was done.
And so he'd risked showing his face elsewhere on campus for the brief amount of time it took to scurry back toward the one place guaranteed to be freshmen-free: the Teacher's Lounge. He found himself almost jogging, head bowed, entire body slouched as he tried to avoid attention. He'd had to leave his lovely larger dragons behind, which he was so not pleased with, but it was an acceptable price for finally being free of these new responsibilities. He may have caught one person's eye, but he very deliberately ignored their call of his name and picked up the pace. He wasn't sure if they decided to follow, but he had no intention of staying to find out. He all but sprinted through the door, his two poor Terrors clinging to his shirt for dear life as he slipped through the door and slammed it behind him, his back pressed against it as he panted for breath. He closed his eyes for a few moments, trying to steel himself, and then stepped forward with a sigh of relief- only to realize that the usually empty room was filled with not one but two of his fellow Master teachers. Oh. Well. That was... convenient. "I ssso b-blame you for this." He managed to choke out- without much venom to it, of course, because he didn't really do anger- before sinking to the floor where he stood, his back to the door like he could hold it shut against the horrors of the day. "Do you have any idea what I've b-been through?" His voice crept suspiciously high at the end, close to breaking as he whined. If they had assigned him to the freshmen classes as some sort of prank... he was going to, ah, be sad. He guessed.
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Post by Sveinn Strolfson on May 26, 2014 9:34:53 GMT -5
SVEINN i'm friends with the monster that's under my bed his lovely, horrible, boring time to himself was, thankfully, drawn to an end rather quickly. while he may not be one for human contact, he could at least... tolerate that of another teacher, especially a fellow master. anything but one of those awful students who couldn't take care of themselves. red eyes lazily watched the blond who entered, though he soon found his attention drawn more towards the man's dragons than anything else. they were more interesting, after all. amusement glinted in his eyes as he watched the larger dragon knock over various objects, appearing to be worried at first before realizing that it was just a chair--later a table. other than rosa, his dragons were far too big to allow into the school building, with mother theresa and ludvig both reaching over thirty meters in length. maybe he should get himself a smaller dragon, just for the hell of it. it'd also be another challenge, one he could so take on while dealing with ludvig's training as well.
his hand reached out, lifting off of rosa in order to pat the snout of the speed stinger as he was being sniffed. rosa, however, wasn't having any of the stinger's antics, crawling up sveinn's shirt in order to drape herself over his shoulders and behind his neck. she let out a grunt, holding her head high and turning it the other way. sveinn didn't seem too bothered by her new perch or her attitude, continuing to give his attention to the stinger even after the blond master spoke to him. "the sun is out, the sky is blue--how do you think my afternoon has been?" his words came out in a growl, though that was primarily only because he was speaking to a human. no, wait, dragons even get growls from him, especially during training. speaking of training, these dragons had very little of it! "y'know, i could train these beasts for ya, old man." it was just an offer, but he had been wanting to train mirun's rowdy bunch of dragons for a while now.
his attention was once more adverted, this time by the slam of a door. he stopped watching the stinger in order to peek over the couch at the purple-haired man with terrors clinging to him. a smirk broke out across his face, twisting his lips. "the huglausi* giant appears! what a rare sight! quick, someone record this moment of history!" he removed his feet from the coffee table, shifting around to where he was putting his weight on his knees which were now on the couch. he bent over the arm rest of the couch, the smirk and usual glare still apparent on his face. "ya look a little short today, giant. freshmen drivin' ya mad?" it was the beginning of school, wasn't it? oh, yeah, he probably had a class or two to do. when did school even get out for the day again? eeeeh, he could never remember.
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Post by Mirun O'Hannegan on May 26, 2014 17:06:25 GMT -5
He chuckled and sipped at his coffee, Lucy settling down on his lap. Ah, right, his co-worker was a little on the pale side. He watched Sebby carefully, the Stinger enjoying the petting and attention he was getting. Then again, Sebby enjoyed being petting by anyone, not just him. He was a very sociable dragon that liked to snuggle everyone. Mirun was sure he would have tried to crawl into Sveinn's lap if the man's Terror hadn't been there. Mirun didn't bother with training his darlings, they knew how to behave. The only one he actually trained was his starter Mozart. But that was back when he was a student himself. Ah, he remembered those days. Being in the Sharp House sure was great. So was setting it on fire, but that was besides the point. He stayed put and let Sebby do his thing, sipping the hot coffee while idly rubbing Lucy's head. "A little sun would do you good," he chuckled. He moved to set Lucy on the coffee table so he could cross his legs, the Terror flying onto Sebby's back instead. At least Sebby would let him stay put.
"You can if you want, but I don't like it when people yell at them," he responded to the next part, eying Sebby. "I tried to train him, but he loves being him too much. So I gave up." He wasn't really one to try too hard. He liked to nap more, so as long as he could do that he was fine. He perked up when he heard Venus, Sebby's mate, calling for him, and the Stinger answered back. "Sebby, not in doors. You know that." The pack leader gave Mirun a whine before stepping a clawed foot on the couch, trying to lay on both of them at once, only to find out it wasn't working when Mirun had to duck to avoid the tail hitting the wall. Sebby finally settled for jumping off the couch and wandering around the rest of the place, giving a sort of pout because he couldn't snuggle. Both Sebby and Mirun looked over at the door when the last of the master teachers came in. Mirun gave a happy purr. Hail, hail the gang's all here. Sebby gave a sort of soft screech at Raphael and walked over to him, carefully stepping over the fallen chair so he didn't hurt it and tried to nuzzle the other man. He didn't want anyone angry or sad!
Mirun on the other hand enjoyed his new view of Sveinn for a few seconds before he chuckled. "Now, now, be nice, Sveinn," he cooed, looking over at Raphael. "Don't worry. It only gets worse. Besides, I thought you were good with kids." Mirun technically should have been teaching as well, but eh. He chased all his students off with his Speed Stingers. They annoyed him too fast so he gave up too quickly. Queen and Mozart weren't happy with that, but hey, Mirun always liked to laugh as students ran away from the killer pack. He wasn't really the most patient of people, why would he be? If kids refused to sit and listen then they got chased. That was the rule. Or was it? Mirun didn't even know what the first rule of the school was. He probably broke several just on his way to work. Oh well.
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Post by Raphael Audunson on May 27, 2014 11:15:25 GMT -5
There was never a day so bad that Sveinn couldn't make it worse. Raphael should have known that- he did know it, at least part of him did, though of course in his usual attempt to see the best in people he liked to pretend it wasn't true. Though of course the usual insult of 'giant' was enough to make him curl in on himself and slouch down just the slightest bit more, cuddling his Terrors closer to his chest. "And wh-what would you know about that?" He grumbled, the slightest bit accusingly. They couldn't have set him up, right? They couldn't possibly be that cruel- though they sure were getting way too much amusement out of his suffering. "And thank you for that, Mas- er, Mirun. Really encouraging." He stroked his twin Terrors, wishing to just curl in on himself and disappear, while Lady hissed at the two other teachers for good measure. He tried to rest his head between his knees for a few moments, at least before the Speed Stinger alpha nuzzled up against him. He gave the dragon an exasperated smile, letting it nuzzle him and lavishing it with attention in return. "Hey, Sebby." He rested his head against the dragon for a while, letting the warmth of his scales steady him. He hated that his big dragons couldn't come inside with him. His Terrors were something, yeah, but there was something about a big dragon that could center him like nothing else. He took a few moments to just catch his breath, trying to force back the frightened feeling that had been overwhelming him all day. "Who t-told you that?" He grumbled, trying to wrap his arms around the Speed Stinger and give it a proper cuddle. "I'm good with Terrors. That'sss it. Nobody said anything about freshmen." Lady began to get jealous of Sebastian, crawling down Raphael's front in search of attention, and he scratched her beneath the chin for a while as she purred her happiness.
On a normal day he would have been happy to snuggle with the dragons and let the other teachers do their thing- he was still intimidated by the older men, he didn't quite feel like he deserved the title of a teacher in one of the Master Academies- but at this point he was upset enough to make his complaints vocal. "I never sssee either of you descending to do the dirty work like that." He downright pouted at them, the slightest hint of a blush making its way across his cheeks. "Besides, they're n-not children. They're grown enough." Why did an image of Aldis flash into his mind? That wouldn't do. "And they're psychotic." He grumbled to himself, feeling secure enough to actually rant at them despite still feeling shy. It served them right, though. He had earned the right to complain a little. Right?
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Master Trainer Instructor
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gender: Male
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Post by Sveinn Strolfson on May 27, 2014 14:45:12 GMT -5
SVEINN i'm friends with the monster that's under my bed a little sun? a little sun? pah! "yeah, right, because i definitely want to look like a lobster after 'a little sun'." the man looked back at the older of the three, sticking his tongue out in disgust. he liked keeping his skin pale, thank you very much. he hated the sting and burn of the sun. he hated the way his skin would peel after even the slightest sunburn. it wasn't like he would tan like many others, anyway. his skin was either as white as the snow or as red as blood, depending on how much (or little) sun he bothered to let touch his sensitive skin. this was why he wore long sleeves and long pants and wore rosa like a hat. or a scarf. she could be any accessory she wanted to be, to be honest: scarf, hat, necklace, belt, etc. but, enough about rosa's weird perching places.
a grin filled with malice crossed his face, foul intentions swimming in his eyes. "do you know how long i have wanted to train your damn dragons?" he glanced over at the stinger currently cuddling with the purple haired giant. "seriously, you let them do whatever like you're a parent with their first three-year-old." then again, mirun really should not let him do anything to his dragons. he would break them, both literally and metaphorically. because of mother theresa, his tactics might be a bit controversial, especially considering the first trained dragons only listened because of chin scratches. no, not every dragon worked that way. blood, sweat, and pain is the only way to truly train a dragon. tame them however you want, but leave the true training to the master.
his attention focused back on raphael, and his toothy grin, flashing his long, sharp canines, remained on his face. oh, this man was just too easy to rile up. normally he would find that boring, but seeing the little spark of defiance from raphael kept him entertained. "give them another class period. they'll drive ya up to asgard and back, and then maybe you'll get some guts to stand up to the little menaces." his grin only seemed to widen as a thought crossed his mind. "y'know what's great about the beginning of a new school year?" sveinn glanced around at the other men, purring out his words with glee. "it's the hazing period." let's see, how many kids can he get to drop out by the end of the month? hopefully he can beat last year's record. a little competition with himself never hurt, especially when it took a lot to be a dragon trainer. the weak never survive in his classes. |
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Post by Mirun O'Hannegan on May 27, 2014 16:11:10 GMT -5
Sebastian sure did love being the mother hen to everyone that was alive. Even in a coma, come to think of it. Even to plants. He loved everyone and saw them all as his family. Thus, they all needed his love. Every single thing that was breathing. Mirun regretted someone managing to get the dragon to believe rocks were alive. Sebby tried to put them all on Mirun's bed cause they were outside all the time. Worst week ever. He was finally able to convince Sebby otherwise. Given it took a while. Mirun learned his lesson. Trying to explain things to a dragon that maybe can understand you was as hard as hell. Mirun just hummed and stood up, Lucy flying from Sebby's back onto Mirun's shoulders. It was sad he couldn't have a bottomless cup of coffee that never got cold. If only, if only. He started another cup, Lucy boiling the water while he prepared the coffee beans. He watched Sebby cuddle Raphael, giving a loud purring growl, before trying to groom his Terrors. They were obviously Sebby's children, duh. Mirun needed to have another talk with Sebby one day. A very long, pointless talk. "They are trained... just not up to your standards," he replied, blowing on the hot cup of coffee once he was done. "Sebby, show Mr. Grumpy how trained you are." Sebby blinked and gave a screech before trying to roll over for a belly rub from Raphael. "See? Trained." Mirun chuckled. He couldn't say that with a straight face. "I remember when I had a three year old. He hid under the bed for nearly a year because he was scared of the teapot." Haha, children.
Mirun shrugged, looking at Raphael, "I tried to teach a class a few hours ago. The ones that showed annoyed me so I let the pack at them." He wondered how his next class was going to turn out. Hopefully better. Or not. He loved to hear the screams of idiot kids thinking Sebby is trying to eat them when he just wants to tackle hug them and snuggle them to near death. "Wait, more psychotic than me? Am I being challenged here?" He shrugged. "Anyway, I fear any class you have with one of my boys. Twerps never listen." Mirun did not brag about his children. He did that to their face, never behind their backs. Lucy gave a happy purr when Mirun scratched his head idly. "You'll get used to it. We would have lower ranks teaching but remember the last teacher? That poor, poor soul. I wonder how his family is taking the news." There may or may not have been a few stings pulled by Mirun to ensure a demise. He never liked that guy. Mirun would usually let Sveinn go unchallenged, but this year he felt like being a idiot.
"We'll see who can get the most children to drop out then," he purred. Sebby standing up again to go give some attention to Sveinn, trying to nuzzle him too. Everyone needed love! "And Raphael, you can borrow Venus if you want to knock some of them into shape. Unlike Sebby here, she doesn't take shit from anyone. Not even Sebby. Or me." It was true, Venus was the cruelest Stinger he had. Unlike her mate. They were so opposite. Dragon mating was so weird.
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Post by Raphael Audunson on May 27, 2014 23:44:25 GMT -5
Raphael had tuned out of the conversation at some point- it tended to happen around Sveinn, it was more of a self-defense mechanism than anything- though of course when that terrifying tone of sadistic glee made an appearance he was forced to pay attention for fear of agreeing to something terrible. "I d-d-don't need gutsss." He grumbled, cuddling closer to Sebby. His Terrors were too dignified to let the dragon groom them without putting up at least token resistance, though they gave in after their first warning chirps. Raphael himself was all too willing to oblige when the Speed Stinger asked for a belly rub, lavishing the dragon with attention (and maybe baby talking to it a little in a soft voice). Sure, the Master Trainer was impressive, but the Tamer sympathized more with Mirun's methods. Dragons were dragons, they couldn't be expected to be held to human rules. Though of course in other ways Mirun and Sveinn definitely had things in common. Really, this was just one more reason Raphael hated this time of year- when it came to hazing and his two other Masters, there was no such thing as a 'harmless' prank. Yes, not everyone was cut out for dragon training, but they could at least try not to kill anyone. Ah, he could dream.
"You guysss. Pretty sure part of the job description is keeping the children from being k-killed." Not that he could really scold Mirun; not that anyone could. Ahh, well, he could at least pretend to be the responsible one. "And I know for a fact n-not all of your boysss are terrible!" Ah, Nik. The highlight in his otherwise freshmen-infested day. The comment about Venus, though, made him shrink back to hide behind his Terrors. "I'm, ah, good. Thanksss. She'll ssscare the flock, you know." They could say what they wanted to about the difficulty of training the big guys- it took a special someone to keep a massive flock of Terrible Terrors from ripping each other apart. They might not be the meanest of dragons, but he had to be honest, as a whole they were definitely the stupidest. Sveinn could say whatever he wanted- and no, he was definitely not pouting, of course not. "And there are d-definitely more productive waysss to channel that destructive energy of yours. By the way." When had he assumed his teacher voice? He was going to take crap for that later, he just knew it, but it was just instinct by this point. "There are other things you can k-kill. Do you know how hard it is to keep these things in f-f-food?" His Terrors grumbled and pressed against him to prove his point- they loved chasing things and ripping them limb from limb! They nodded emphatically, they should definitely go!
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Post by Sveinn Strolfson on May 31, 2014 10:53:34 GMT -5
SVEINN i'm friends with the monster that's under my bed "no one is trained to my standards." the man scoffed, flopping himself over on the couch so his back was resting up against the armrest of the couch. this was much to rosa's displeasure, and the small dragon promptly moved around his shoulders and slipped down his chest. her curved claws clung to the material of his shirt, her descent having been stopped by his legs, with his feet brought in close and his knees in the air. she narrowed her gaze at the man, earning a glare in return from him. she flinched, turning around to accept her not-nearly-as-comfortable resting place, curling into a tight ball in another attempt to fall asleep. she was not getting a break today. rolling his eyes, sveinn glanced over his shoulder at the stinger's little trick. "congrats, your dragon knows how to roll over for food. stop teaching your damn dragons how to be housepets." he muttered, leaning back a little more against the armrest so his head was hanging over it. snowy white hair fell out of his face, hanging limply from his head. "dragons are born killers. i sometimes feel like you idiots forget about that."
while he kept his gaze trained on raphael and the dragons around him, he was still paying attention to everyone in the room. a crooked grin spread across his face at mirun's words, followed by raphael's. "challenge accepted, mirun." his eyes narrowed at the purple-haired man, his grin, upside down with his head hanging over the armrest, only widening. "to keep them from being killed, they gotta toughen up, first. if they can't do that, then they don't deserve to be at this academy. survival of the fittest and all that shit." sveinn let out a deep, throaty chuckle as he continued to listen to the two. he had nothing to say when it came to mirun's children. he never cared for them much. then again, he never cared for anyone that came to the school. students were just nuisances to him.
he did perk up a bit at the implied we should go hunting from the youngest of the three. "finally, the giant has a good idea!" his eyes shined with a malicious glimmer, his upside down, crooked grin now revealing his fangs. he hadn't been out hunting in a while! wait, what time was it? ugh, the sun was probably still out. they should go closer to nightfall or go somewhere there's a ton of cover. he didn't want to be painted red by the sun. oh, no. he would leave that to the blood. "i could even teach both of ya how to hunt without yer dragons. y'know how hard that is? immensely. y'know how satisfying it is?" his face darkened. "extremely." |
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welcome
The Domare Dragon Academy has been awaiting worthy students to take the hold on their classes and to test their might against the vicious dragons of the world. Can you become one of the best or the best tamers, trainers, or breeders out there? Can you tame a beast that is said to be untamable? Can you befriend even the most deadly of monsters? If you feel like you are up to the challenge, then this is the place for you.
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Season: Summer
All over the islands it is hot, except the far northern islands. The southern islands are pure death this time of year. This is the time for students to kick back and relax with their friends, before another day of harsh classes.
house points
Sharp House
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Stoker House
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Boulder House
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Mystery House
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Torrent House
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census
| trainers
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♂ 03
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♀ 04
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| tamers
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♂ 02
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♀ 01
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| breeders
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♂ 01
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♀ 05
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| teachers
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♂ 04
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♀ 02
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| keepers
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♂ 00
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♀ 00
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| civilians
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♂ 01
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♀ 00
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credits
The DDA was created by Zero and Dew. HTTYD content is copyrighted to DreamWorks Studios unless otherwise stated. The skin is created by Wolf of Gangnam Style. The board and thread remodel is by Kagney and has been heavily edited.
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