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It was feminine from the looks of her elongated tail and lacking of the pointed spikes underneath her chin. She was entirely black save for the deep blue-nearly jet-black like the rest of her- that traced down her throat, underbelly and underside of her tail. From his vantage point, he could glimpse her wings, tail-fins and tail-flaps glistening with seeming lacteal scales? He couldn't make out what they were, but what he could identify is that they mimicked the stars in a stunning pattern. Her left paw was tucked closely under her side.
"Well?" he heard Stormfly ask. But her voice was distance to him as he looked in awe.
Toothless hesitated as he approached. He hadn't glimpsed or confronted any Night Furies for years now… And seeing one just lying in front of him sent a ripple of bewilderment coursing through his body.
Suddenly, her gaze snapped open-brilliant hues of blue-and her gaze found Toothless in shared shock, though to his surprise and confusion it quickly turned to disgust.
"Stay away from me," she snarled, staggering to her paws to slump back on the sand again. She shot him an askance look, her optics flaring as if challenging him to speak about her feeble attempt to get to her paws.
The sun burned overhead and the dragoness hissed, her chest heaving as she tried to steady what seemed to be pain.
Toothless stepped forward, but received another warning growl from the opposing Night Fury.
"I told you to stay away," she snapped, repeating her movement by trying in effort to stumble to her paws.
Stormfly-having been quiet for some while-heaved her own husky snort.
"No one talks to the Alpha that way." Her tail lifted to reveal the lethal spines used to puncture enemies, all of them being directed at the dragoness's throat.
"Wait," Toothless muttered quickly, but was soon overtaking by a revolted laugh.
"Him? Alpha? I thought they were bigger dragons." Again she examined Toothless, though this time a look of deep disdain coursed through her optics.
"He beat the dragon you call 'bigger,'" Stormfly grunted and added with a rumbled, "And say it again and I'll impale you."
"Try me," she muttered, warily watching the Deadly Nadder's tail and finally managing to remain on her paws. Perking his ears, Toothless noticed that she had a strange metal object tagged to her left paw. Attached to it was a deftly cut chain. She cringed as she placed weight on her haunches, though remained glaring at both dragons.
"Well? There's no show here," she hissed, attentively watching both of them as if they were quarry. As if it were a diligent task, she backed away angling her steps toward the forest. But of course, her injured paw-it seemed- was stalling her down from running.
"Wait!" Toothless called in alarm, springing after her, Stormfly wide on his tail.
"Stay. Away. From. Me," she repeated with malice, her gaze burning. "I told you to leave me be."
"But you're another Night Fury!" he protested the glowing marks along his spine-signaling his leadership-seeming to flare brighter.
For once a look of fear overcame the female dragon as she stared at his glowing scales, then it was once again replaced by outrage.
"So? There's a whole lot of them if you know where to look," she snapped, trying to accelerate her speed though she stumbled once again landing on the sand with a cry out of pain.
Instinctively, Toothless reached out to help, though he was greeted with slashing digits.
"I don't need YOUR help," she retorted and at the same moment a volley of spikes peppered around her paws. She rolled backwards, flinching at whatever was causing her agony. As she rolled, Toothless caught a glimpse at her distress.
A long wound-somewhat fresh from the looks of it- sliding under her right wing. No wonder she hadn't taken off yet! He paused turning to glare at Stormfly.
"Forgive me, Alpha. She was asking for it," the dragon muttered in satisfaction, not at all sorry for her actions.
For once, Toothless didn't object her calling him his new title.
"Get to the village," he ordered.
"But-" Stormfly began to protest, her tail lashing. "That thing can harm you!"
"I doubt a wounded dragon could hurt me. Night Fury or not," he calmly told her. "Now get to the village." This time he placed a slight amount of authority. He did not want to loose his only chance to speak with another Night Fury.
Obediently, Stormfly dipped her head in respect and took off into the sky.
Toothless watched her outline disappear and looked down toward where the dragoness was still flailing to get to her paws. Her claws scrabbled at the ground, slicing long, jagged scars into the dirt. Her slumping onto the ground was taking a toil on her. He winced in sympathy, again trying in vain to receive a look of gratitude as he reached out a paw.
She clenched her teeth, giving him a deadly glance. "Cannot you get it stuck in your head I do not need your help?" The new Night Fury coughed, droplets of blood staining the rich, white sand.
Her belligerent and stubborn attitude made Toothless snort in dismay. "But you are injured. Could I just-"
"Just leave me be," she drawled yet again. She muttered something inaudible under her breath and wrinkled her nostrils in frustration as if she had gone the awry direction.
It seemed as if Toothless's beneficial approach was not helping. An agitated look passed through him. Why was this dragon being so complicated? Trying another tactic, he spread his lips into a pleasured smile. Maybe if he looked cheerful and none-threatening she'd lighten up a bit. Just thinking about actually standing beside another dragon of his kind sent another shiver through him. To see the look upon his rider's face...
His blithesome expression seemed unvalued as-to his chagrin-she gave him a boorish snarl.
The blemish upon her wing caught his attention as she shifted it, the light catching it dimly. Crusted blood ruined the magnificent white-flecked coloring upon her wing. It made her wing look brittle, just staring at the grisly wound. At least the rest of the 'stars' seemed in place except for that one, particular mark.
Her paws clawed at the dirt making what seemed to be a useless bulwark.
"What-"
"Get away. I don't need you watching me here," she growled.
He stared at her as if she were some type of bursar. After all, it had been such a long time since he had spoken to a Night Fury. Except this one... Wasn't technically the right one he wished to talk too.
Still receiving the animosity of her gaze, he took a wary step back.
Behind her, the brae casted a shadow over them, engulfing them in dark light as the sun began its decent down into the horizon.
He glanced back down at her, glimpsing the odd white scales beginning to give off a faint glow.
His attention was suddenly broken as a nearby bole shivered. He peered at the body of the tree, hoping that there wasn't any Viking in close proximity. His eyes trained on multi-colored scales... He paused. Hadn't he-
Toothless's abrupt alarm was interrupted as he heard a rustle, only turning to spy the dragoness vanishing into the undergrowth.
He launched himself after her, his paws skidding on the sand.
"Hey!" he called, though he knew he was ignored. He pushed away the flare of anger. After all, he was the Alpha and here this Night Fury had washed upon shore and was neither heeding his greetings nor giving any signs of respect.
"Whoever you are, I command you to stop," he bellowed, peering into the undergrowth. A set of blue eyes scolded back.
"Now you're ordering me around," she huffed, her eyes flicking around their surroundings, no doubt looking for a safe retreat.
"Since you refuse to acknowledge me, I'd like to ask you something. I want to know if you know where the Cavern is."
She frowned, narrowing her eyes in sudden apprehension. Fear radiated off of her scales.
"Why… Why would you want to know where the Cavern is?" she inquired, taking a step back.
His green gaze swept over her.
"I asked you a question," he sighed softly.
She stood there and did not respond.
Toothless's tail twitched. He hadn't always been named Toothless. It was only when Hiccup had given him his name had he changed to it.
He paused once more before repeating the question.
Again, the Night Fury did not reply. And again she seemed to look paler with fear.
His heart raced. "Are you afraid because something happened to the Cavern?"
Her gaze hardened into a savage look. "Oh I wish," she murmured. The dragoness's eyes turned cold. "Aren't you…" she started.
"…Prince Vasillos? I am indeed," Toothless said with a snort. "Now could you-"
He was cut off, the only warning he received was that of the ballistic sound of a Night Fury about to fire.
His own throat glowed as he charged his own Plasma Blast, intercepting that of the female's.
Quickly he reared up, beating his wings to clear the clearing of smoke. He froze. No scent.
The Night Fury had just disappeared.
His eyes pierced the wilderness. There was no evidence a Night Fury had been here in the first place.
He felt his heart pound painfully against his chest. He had just lost sight of another Night Fury.
A more troubling thought came into place.
...And maybe the only connection to the rest of his species.
