Kulning a Dragon

Chapter 1

A strong gust of icy wind blows through the meadow, causing the tall grass and dainty pastel flowers to whip around violently. The sky begins to darken as brooding grey clouds roll in from the west muting all colors, effectively blotting out the sun and causing small critters to scuttle for cover.

What were just moments before a bright and lively meadow teeming with wildlife and flowers dancing in the wind is now silent. Tall jagged snow-peaked mountains surrounding the valley watch on as the beginning of a storm rolls in, offering no protection.

A small home sits among the meadow in a clearing charted out by an uneven wooden fence made up of various planks and wire. Just inside the border of fencing is a faded brown barn with 2 large doors.

The home itself is quaint, crafted out of cobblestone with a wood thatched roof that came to a point at the top leading one to believe there is room for an attic. Smoke billows from a chimney at the top and round windows line 2 sides of the house and show the flickers of candlelight from within. It appears that nature was slowly trying to reclaim the space occupied by the house, a third of it is covered in climbing plants and wisteria.

Suddenly a loud roar of thunder echoes off the mountains and shakes the building startling the person sleeping inside.

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Izuku's eyes fly open at the loud crack of noise, sitting up with a suddenness that makes him feel dizzy he throws off woolen blankets with ferocity. Fumbling he flops out of bed with sleep-addled mind and bleary eyes and miraculously makes his way towards the front door. Picking up his boots he had left strewn across the room from earlier in the day he reaches his destination.

Shoving on said boots, not bothering to tie them or put on a shirt he slams open the heavy dark wooden front door causing it to screech on hinges that were overdue to be oiled. Instantaneously he is almost knocked over by a gust of wind, his wild mane of hair blocking his sight for a moment. Leaning on the frame of his house for the support he gathers his bearings.

'Well that storm came in offely quick'

Shaking his head to gain some clarity he then takes the first steps outside into the chaos nearly tripping on his own feet the few couple feet. Marching into the clearing stopping only when he gets to the gate separating his property from the rest of the world does he take a moment to observe his surroundings. Cold pricks at his bare skin sending shivers down his spine, small dots of water land on his sun-kissed speckles that cover him head to toe telling of the heavy rain that is to come.

Izuku has little to no time to get his herd in before they become what he can only imagine is more scared and decide to run off. Every good farmer had a call for their herd, having trouble making his own he worked off one his mother had taught him will adding in extra melodies of his own. Being too unsure before to try it out he figured if there was ever going to be a time to use the call it would be now.

Opening the barn doors then exiting the gate he makes his way towards the very edge of the meadow. Rain pours down harder and thick mist has covered a vast amount of the valley now. Wind whips around him angrily stinging his skin and numbing his face and hands with its bitter cold gusts. Composing himself the man stills, blocking out all outside happenings he closes his eyes and pictures just himself in the world and nothing else. Recalling the song and picturing the feeling it gives him when he practiced it. Izuku breaths in so deeply his lungs begin to ache and burn, he holds it in for a moment then begins his first note.

Ti tu le lu le lu

Högt uppi berge'

Vad vill du?

Jag vill låna stora kitteln uta' dej

Vad skâ du me' den?

Jag ska koka stora lassen

till lörda' kväll

Vallhund' hängande

Skällkon bindande

Stor Oxen stingande

Fôlk kom å hjälp mej nu!

Ja' sitter ibland tolv skälmar här.

Finishing off his call with a few more drawn out resounding melodies Izuku stills and waits.

Within minutes the sound of bells and clomping can be heard even through the storm. One by one the cows make their appearance through the fog coming towards him. When he counts all 7 of them he starts towards the cover of the barn making sure the heard make it all inside safely before closing them inside.

More than a little freezing from lack of proper clothing and having stood outside of a solid 10 minutes in a raging storm he makes his way back to the safety of his home. Turning around before closing the door he surveys the valley one last time.

The storm in full effect limits sight to just about 15 feet because of the heavy cloud cover and lighting flashes dangerously in the distance. It never ceases to amaze the greenlet how enchanting the forest can look in such settings, it almost feels like something big is about to happen. Taking in one last deep breath the man closes the door behind him with finality.

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An angel has called to Kirishima on this day.

There is no other explanation, a haunting sound reverberates off the walls of the cave he dwells in while waiting out the storm. It is as if time has stopped; there is no longer the rough stone below his form, the rain outside, the crackling fire of his camp. Nothing. There is just him and this sound that calls to him. He feels his slitted eyes begin to dilate and breathing slow as he attempts to scent the direction of the other entity.

With his keen hearing what sounds to be only a few feet away could in reality be hundreds of miles away. The melody fills him with warmth, warmer than any fire could make him and gives the redhead a sense of longing. Like when you dream of somewhere you've never been; When you wake up  feeling lost; Like you are missing a memory that wasn't yours, to begin with. Determined to find the source of his sudden heartache he vows to find the earthbound angel at all costs.

In this weather even flying would prove to be difficult, so he settles into the dwelling while trying to pinpoint the exact direction the song is coming from. Once satisfied that he has a decent idea of the direction he busies himself with skinning the wolf we caught from his hunt that morning. Picking up a well used but sturdy blade he continues his project.

A/N:

So um a couple months ago I went on a kick of listening to a bunch of ancient herd calling songs and it inspired me to write Farmer Izuku singing so beautifully that Dragon Kirishima hears him and must "find the source of the angelic voice".

I listened to the Kulning linked at the top like 30 times while writing this chapter