<div class="floatleft">(http://i62.tinypic.com/k88d4.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Krad Zephyros<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Water Tribe Outskirts<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Observing Team Avatar<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It was a good five minutes into the<em>Penguinning</em>. They attacked from all sides and angles; above, below, rear flank. It was challenging enough for Krad to even stay on his feet, let alone dodge so many ferocious attacks. His dance was clumsy in the snow and ice. With one hand holding the fishing rod, he could barely keep himself balanced. Eventually, the tundra-warrior found a tiny break in the penguin's assault. He sprinted downhill as fast as his human legs could carry him.<br/><br/>One of the penguins dashed off after him. Aiming for the human's feet, it slid forward with full speed. Krad attempted to jump and allow the beast to pass beneath him, but his jump was premature. His feet landed on a moving surface and he'd almost lost balance. Steadying himself he realized he was standing upon the back of one of the otter-penguins. His muscles readied for the creature's next move, but it continued straight with no regard for the human's weight. Curiously, Krad's blue eyes glanced back to see the other two penguins trailing in a tight V-formation. But why were they not attacking?<br/><br/>It was then that an idea hit.<br/><br/>Lightly, Krad moved the fishing rod slightly to the left.<br/><br/>Following the fish, the penguin turned.<br/><br/>Krad then moved the rod to the right.<br/><br/>The penguin responded and followed it's prize.<br/><br/>"Huh...?" As if creating a new mode of transportation, the blue-haired fisherman grinned as he steered his new vehicle off further down the tundra with two others close behind. He had become The Ryder. All will soon know his name and fear his beastly mount. Nothing would dare stand in his way.<br/><br/>It was then that his careless eyes picked up on a sight he would have noticed earlier were he not toying with mother nature. Just off to the distance was an abnormal collection of spirits in a single area. It was common for spirits to be seen here in the South, but when this many converged in a single area, trouble always seemed to be brewing. What struck him evermore was the presence of other humans in the outskirts convening in the same area as these spirits. The Ryder did not know what to make of this. People and spirits had a shaky relationship at best. Could this group be attempting to slay the creatures?<br/><br/>Krad steered his mount a good 100 meters away and circled the perimeter. With two otter-penguins trailing behind him, The Ryder would take this time to observe the scene. It could prove profitable toward his future reputation, or serve as simple entertainment. Whatever the future held, he and his mount were ready.