Post by FuryDance on Oct 14, 2015 8:51:34 GMT -6
Hey, Buddy!
Do not call me “buddy”, child. I will not stoop so far as to feast with you. We will do our jobs and be on our respective ways, nothing more. Clear?
Uh… Right. Clear. So…
What kind of dragon are you? Night Fury. The most mighty of dragons. Show some respect.
How old are you? Fifty-three summers, but that should matter little. I was a leader before my thirteenth summer. How many can say that?
Are you a boy or a girl? Male. Does my voice not tell you that already?
Where do you live?
Why is that any of your business? I live with my clan wherever we happen to be. Only my family, friends, and allies can know where we are in the moment.
I'm afraid I lost my eyesight long ago. What do you look like?
Again, why is this your business?
Few would have seen a Night Fury in the past and even fewer in the present. I in general look like most of my brethren. Our bodies slender and dark, built for speed and stealth in the night. We have a pair of wings on our backs, a pair of fins at the base of our tails, and a pair of fins at the end of our tails. Each is absolutely essential for our flight and agility.
I am larger than most Night Fury kin. My wings have a wide reach making it easy to cut quickly through the open sky. My scales are the pitchest of blacks helping me blend seamlessly with the dark sky above and the black night horizon below. One, with vision, may be able to make out my body’s outline with the dark red coloring edging the webbing of my wings and fins as well as the curves of my spikes and nubs. And if not, they could see then only the reflective green-yellow eyes staring back at them with slits for pupils.
As for markings, if one doesn’t know me by my coloring, one may recognize the scars on a second encounter – if they survived the first. I have a scar beneath my left eye dragging down my cheek. This and the ragged scarring on the arm of my left wing are courtesy of one of those horrid humans that chased us from our nesting grounds. Apart from this, there’s a small tear in my right ear from a territorial dispute between my clan and a pair of monstrous nightmares.
Tell me a little bit about yourself.
And yet you still wish to hear more!? Fine.
My mate tells me I can be too harsh some times, and to be honest, perhaps I am. In my opinion, she probably finds my quick temper to be the most unpredictable. I can be cold, unrelenting, and severe. However honest that is, my clan knows this comes from my passion and protective instinct towards my kin. I only wish what is best for them.
Kin and ally will know my kindness and perhaps my compassion, if they don’t push me. I am and have always been a natural leader; my mother told me as much. Ha! She also told me I could be a clever little dragon, always strategizing ways to get what I wanted. That transferred into how I protect and lead my clan. I have never done anything or told my kin to do anything without thinking it fully through first... At least that is the case when my temper is not riled.
Where do you come from?
I came from an egg like all little dragons do. A mommy dragon and a daddy dragon love each other and out comes an egg…
Where did you think I came from!?
My particular egg hatched in a private area of New Birth Island. My father and mother were the alpha pair before me and my mate. We lived on the south edge of Dragon Island in my hatchling years. Of course, this is not our homeland. Our home was taken from us years before I was even born by the filthy humans that now call our island their home Berk.
*sigh* My greatest regret is sending my son Hawkeye out on that last hunting mission. He would be 25 now likely with a mate and hatchlings of his own if it wasn’t for that mistake. When he had not returned by dusk the next night, I went out with a small search team to find him. I suppose he had done what he normally did and went further than I had asked. We encountered dragon corpses, captured dragons, and humans before we found even a hint of Hawkeye. With great reluctance and a heavy heart, I turned our group around grieving my son’s loss and fearing to lose any more.
Since then, I have moved our clan around never staying in the same place for too long so they cannot find us. Raids are short and accurate, and every participant returns home on a different path so that they will not find our current home. I will not risk losing any more of our kin to their swords!
What's your main goal?
I do not believe my son could be lost to such weak creatures. If he is still out there, I will find him, I will bring him home, and I will return our clan to the homeland we have rights to.
What are you good at?
I am a leader. Few can truly say the same. My speed is unmatched by any dragon I have met in see, sky, or land. I am quick and agile often able to avoid devastating injuries. Then again, if I am wounded, I have a strong endurance allowing me to rise again in a fight. Like all Night Fury, I can fire lightning bursts, but I also hold a rare Fury ability to discharge lightning from my body.
I had hoped in the past to one day teach my son some of my tricks.
What sort of things do you dislike?
Humans. They reek. They destroy. They corrupt. The only thing they are good for is sport if I must encounter them. And now with some foolish dragons befriending the pitiful, scornful creatures, I must also dislike them. This isn’t hard as they often carry the stench of their human ‘riders’.
Beyond the human filth plaguing our lands, I find eel and the smell of sheep distasteful. These are basically like musky smelling humans. The tiny terrible terrors can also be quite an annoyance.
Is there anything else you want to tell me?
No, I believe I have had enough of your nose in my personal business.
The Downed Dragon
Your OOC name: FuryDance
How did you find us? I found you while perusing ProBoards Support one evening; I have a soft-spot for dragons. Stephanie convinced me to join simply by chatting with me in the thankfully guest-friendly chatbox.
