Post by byakko on Mar 5, 2016 12:52:07 GMT -6
"Where is it, where is it?" A scruffy young man in a tattered cape, typical Viking helmet and filthy armor tore through the contents of the shelf. He'd been watching this academy with interest, watching as new trainees were introduced to the recent sport of dragon riding. He learned along with them, though never got to practice. After all, since he wasn't from here, they no doubt would treat him as an outsider with the usual suspicion. Especially after the attack.
He reached up and scratched his head, loathing the small helmet that just barely fit him. He usually wore a more comfortable helmet. It was the skull of a dragon, embellished in metal. It was unique, and hidden in his temporary residence beneath the town. There was a complex system of tunnels below ground and he used some of them to his advantage. Some people came down into the catacombs, but never to his side.
At last, the cover of the Book of Dragons revealed itself. Excited by the find, he threw the stack of documents resting atop it haphazardly to the ground and greedily pulled the volume from its resting spot. Taking a moment to admire the image and words on the cover, he set the book on a nearby table and quickly flipped to the section on Night Furies.
He'd heard legends of a white night fury, a rare albino member whose current whereabouts were unknown. At least until he'd find it. He had spent some time on dragon island, trying to identify possible candidates but the only white ones he encountered were already described in his book of dragons, Berserker edition. Eventually he'd gotten word that Berk had its own night fury. He was sure he'd seen it, but there were lots of dragons on this island and only now, with the Book in his hands, would he finally be able to see what it looked like. At last, with a visual representation in mind, his search would become much easier.