WARNING
(A/N: This chapter features an dream sequence at the beginning that is based on an cancelled story featuring an untamed half-beast investigating an abandoned Police Department while he slaughters an wave after another of bioweapon remains, being that this half-beast had it's true powers and nature unleashed whenever he's hunted and slain enough to fuel his execution on all living beings who had him feeling threatened. It may not be involved in nor feel like an HTTYD fanfic, but this is merely just an concept incorporated into what might've been. Think back to when you have ideas you planned to use but cancelled them due to reasonable reasons where you instead incorporated the elements of the cancelled ideas into what other stories you are writing. This is an example of that, for more information about the cancelled: "Roar of the Half-Beast: Untamed" do not hesitate to leave an Review about why I had not followed up on. Here we go... Enjoy)
From within the domain of Dramur, the God of Dreams conjured a dark faint fog surrounded the entire scene around the viewer's borders; this is what was shown within this dream that it would appear Mikekolt is having:
A young and youthful 21 Year Old man wore an elusive twin tailcoat double rider flapped jacket that was long but elusive as it's cut-in-one collar covered half his mouth, which bore an growing full beard looking like it was an shaved 2:00-5:00 AM shadow; having his hair consist of choppy layers that touched upon his shoulders as if it was the time of the renaissance age. His pants had plated armor sidings from his thighs to his ankles with cuffed ends atop his gladiator knee strapped jackal styled sandals that covered his feet, wearing very little to be considered an shirt underneath with his tight ribbed gloves. His mouth and nose were of course covered with an cowl but that did not stop his shadow from growing through, like sharp pins through fabric as all apart of that feral nature of his. He wielded an pair of identical swords that had the name of Ombra de Cocytuskolt engraved on the side of the blades, feeling and tasting the kind of blood for these Bioweapon Remains who were rushing towards him. Getting his dual weapons ready just as a creature quickly scrambled into the Police Department for shelter from the attackers who came running to the man
These bioweapon and undead looking monsters were fat and were hunched over, but were also muscle built as they wore scorched and ripped body armor clothing for they were former Police men now turned into monstrous toxic creatures; their skin was a dark harbor grey color while they wore black cuffed ankle pants with belts that remained intact, with large veins twitching with each swing of their tiger hook swords they wielded. Some of their heads were ripped open from all for sides like pedals to an flower, some had their skulls showing and some had parts of their faces ripped off; but all of them shared the same glowing salamander reddish orange and daffodil yellow eyes. Their fangs grew like tusks to their broken noses and down their blood dripping chins, their humanity was lost and replaced only with the will to murder the innocents; but most importantly the man before them. They lacked hair growing on top and instead were growing on the sides like that of Charon, the Ferryman of the Underworld. Finally, they were all covered in the filthy environment they roamed as well as bathed in the blood of the victims who did not deserve to die
The Police Department was located on the west side of this secluded area as the man was blocked from proceeding through thanks to some fallen structures, the entrance had an roof above an set of staircases leading up to the two armored doors with two diagonally upward posted flags; with some matching lanterns found situated on the square shaped bricked posts. The name was posted in a Trajan bold font in front of an wide bronze rectangular gold edged sign, with two barred railings on the sides of the entrance while it's broken windows were closed and featured two spherical lamps that had the Trajan bold words "POLICE" written along the front to the sides. There was "DO NOT CROSS" tape plastered all across pathway leading to the entrance, being taped from the sides of the barred metal fences; where inside led to an large hall inside with an desk that was also abandoned, however the creature that scampered into there earlier knew that there were recent signs of activity within the building. Finally, the offices were an scattered mess with some fallen supplies while others had some shelves blocking the entrance to some of the doorways with the actual doors ripped off their hinges
The man ran towards the bioweapon hooksword wielding monsters, swinging his own duel pair as he slashed through the flesh and guts of the beasts; their blood flying off from their torsos and waists, staining the streets of dried asphalt and even up against some of the steel fences that rung when shaken by the blowing wind in the night sky. He reared back both of his blades and begun to spin within a cyclone up against the hoard of monsters, their blood becoming raindrops that splashed the ground before stopping to send them all flying back away from him. With these bioweapons making the sounds of growling and hostile bears, some of their heads were slashed off into pedals on all four directions; moving with superior speed over them as he targeted an few more of them before brutally cutting them all down. It was by this point that the sounds of heart beating and the sight of seeing an pulsating gold and red color before his eyes had begun, the beast within was about to be unleashed
The heart beating and pulsating colors became more erratic by the minute as he spun into an incoming hoard on the north of where he was standing, slashing them down all at once as another rain of blood had commenced with the guts of the monsters he slain flying into the air. As he brutally cut down more of these attackers, his appearance had changed as some dark silvery hair had taken effect and so has his face; becoming more evil and feral like as it was becoming an scorched black color, growing sharp quills all over him like an porcupine. His hands were becoming claws and his feet were forming into hind legs, but his clothing was also becoming darker with the drenched sea of blood reflecting on the sources of light that was in this area. The erratic heart beating and flashing colors had fully taken effect as he rose into the air and his every senses had become that of an animal, although now he stood like he did before he ran like an quadruped as he swiped his claws in a frenzy against the monster; killing it right on the scene as no one could save it now
He growled viciously like an tiger before swiping his claws to the opposite sides, ripping open an few of the monster's chests and leaving them to fade by rotting away like all the others who had fallen before them. He saw one running up to attack him from the back and immediately sprinted before jumping to tear it's body in half, fueled and drunken by the power flowing through the man. Entrails of the wind were left behind as he sprinted everywhere he went around their fighting arena, seeing nothing but the golden color of sepia everywhere he looked. Upon ripping open the chest of another monster and fully completing his hunger and thirst for now, he grunted in pain as he reverted back from an beast to an man once again; now having his dual swords be back in his hands again and it looks like he will need them more than ever as another group was chasing him down, right on the scene. Smearing the blood on the ground with the slashes of his blades as he killed one less monster, he reared his swords back once again and spun into a cyclone that become a true deadly weapon
As the monsters flew away from him upon stopping, he took down another one as his eyesight began to pulsate with an gold and red color once again; the man was starting to shiver due to the cold feeling running through his skin, but it was normal for him to be doing so for he was no human at all as it was not easily noticeable in the first place. He turned to face the Police Department in front of him and immediately ran to kick the doors open, now faced with an entire group of monsters roaming the large hall inside; now with them all rushing to him with their hookswords drawn and ready to kill him, his hunger and thirst for blood began to call out once more as he jumped into the group. Slicing through their bodies and their heads as both were diced into multiple chunks of flesh, staining the very walls and floors within the building; but as they began to overrun him by dog-piling atop of him, all of them were not prepared to deal with the man becoming an beast once again as he swiped both of his claws to the sides. This action had caused all their chests to split away to the sides, revealing their ribcages and spines as they fell dead to the floor; their organs and blood turning into rain like always
One monster had foolishly attempted to strike him in the front but the beast had leaped and pounced onto his attacker's body, mauling the bioweapon to death until he pounced onto the last one; this time he dug his fangs into the face and thick neck of his victim, biting it before the beast was seemingly eating them before he spat it out onto the ground. Slamming both of his claws onto it's face before fully ripping the monster apart, now all of them were dead as none of them were left alive before him; leaping up to the second floor balcony of the main hall before vaulting over, he made his way over to an office on the far side of the corner. Inside he found that there was an stuffed bunny inside that reminded him of his innocence, grabbing it with his claws and taking it with him as he placed it inside of his jacket. He may not be whom the people who sees him really think that he is, but his heart knows the answers to their questions about what he really is; the beast's thoughts were interrupted when there was a disturbance coming from downstairs, with another painful grunt he reverted back to an man and decided to investigate
He made his way down the stairs and used his instincts to lead him to what caused the sound, this brought him to where the detective's office was but thanks to his vision that allowed him to see in darkness; he had no need for an light-source to see his way in this dark office that he stood in. Using his swords to slash through the wreckage and dice his way through the fallen papers along with the cabinets, he entered through the derelict office left in a messy despair; hearing the sound of an whimpering creature as he made his way towards it's shelter spot, he tapped the box that the creature was supposedly hiding in and heard an sniffling sound from the inside. Removing the shelter from above and seeing the creature looking up at him, knowing that it was the same Half-Beast that it saw before when confronting those monsters
This creature happened to be an otter with drenched fur and an scaly horizontally lined underbelly, it's whiskers happened to be sharp quills on the sides while it's long ears were always slicked backwards on it's head; having paws for hind legs and claws for frontal ones. There was not much else to say as the man picked him up, placing him in his arms against his stomach as this creature did not want to go with the Half-Beast who was taking him to a place it did not know of; but it's whimpering cries for comfort and help fell upon the deaf ears of the man who left the office but were confronted with another hoard of undead monsters to kill. The creature hid into his jacket as ran forth to slice and dice these bioweapon monsters with his swords from left to right, once again having his erratic heartbeats and colored flashes before his eyes; his human appearance changing into an feral version of himself, becoming far distant from his humanity to live another day among them and return to the wild from where he had risen from the ashes
He slain the third of these monsters and rose into the air once more, becoming an beast as the creature got onto his back; hanging on as it swiped his claws against the two undead beings before him as he then swung his claws to the opposite sides, ripping open their chests and bathing in the rain of blood and guts that hit the floor. As he was now leaving the Police Department he found not an hoard but an army of them waiting outside as some of them were carrying torches and the like. He let out an fear inducing growlish roar and snarled before he ran up and jumped to pounce onto the first of the beasts in front of him, becoming an spinning cyclone that murdered everything before him; leaving behind nothing of the monsters that he has slain without breaking an sweat at all. But with his bloodlust still feeding on his hunger and his thirst for the destruction of these abominations calling out, the man or most perferedly named... the Half-Beast continued on with his unwilling ally by his side through the streets of this restricted city that was off limits by order of the authorities
Then, everything froze in place as the sight faded and the black fog of Draumur consumed everything in the end; returning to the real world afterwards...
HTTYD
Mikekolt returned to consciousness startled with a flashing image of what appeared to be himself transforming into an beast that wasn't human at all, the bleeding pain sinking deeply like the wounds inflicted onto him since their attack on the Marauder's stronghold fortress as they were stronger even when they're not in swarms together. He stood his hands to support his body off from the ground and towards the wall where he sat up against it, painful agony in his wounds that scorched him. He took in his surroundings everywhere and with the armor he worse made from scales, now cloaked with blood and weathered in filth of the desert as if he traversed through the deep swamp environment like the Moltenrock Swamplands back at his Lair. His dark walnut brown eyes adjusted to the low and grainy lighting of this very cavern he found himself in where stone walls surrounded him at every angle there was, the light being very high above him; the memories of what happened to him sword he's used to burn those alight in flames and the bonds of all five of his Dragons he tamed from his adventures came and returned to him: An attack on the Marauder's stronghold fortress, the unexpected storm that took them, the Skrill believing that he was one of them, her razor talons extending out to him; being taken from his own team...
Mikekolt could not see the she-beast anywhere as the Skrill was not in sight, most likely out hunting as this could be her nest but he did not want to be fried half to death; not again in his time at being imprisoned. His slow but heavy to deep breathing from his bass baritone voice was echoed out to the exterior just a few miles away from him, outside there was a tropical forest down below from these bluffs he found himself awakening in; mountains were found in the further distance away and waterfalls splashed onto the clear lakes devoid of the evil Grimora parasite, while the rest of the tidal seas surrounding this tropical island was devoid of any Death Song that would lure the victims here to their deaths. What was even worse was the fact that of all the Skrills it just had to be her that Ryker loved to use on him, all because he thinks he was holding vital information of his tribe so that they can lure the Knights into a trap by raiding the island and taking him to prison in order to break him. In the great difficult and painful struggle he stood up before trudging forwards with the ground rumbling below, it was a feeling that he had because of the wounds he suffered; several minutes had passed as it led him further inside, going deeper within and hearing the fading sounds of the outside as he was left to think about his time when he just wanted to bring Ryker to his knees battered to the bone for doing this to him
He continued to assume that she was out hunting most likely and hoped that she will forget who he was since it's been two years since then, but the Skrill... DID NOT leave as he was about to find out
Mikekolt found himself in yet another large chamber that made him believe he awakened inside here, he was going through an maze with no true way out; his expression was sloppy but also fatigued looking as his forehead was bleeding down from his forehead and so was part of his lip down to his chin. His blood began to run cold as the distinctive sound of a reptile breathing caught his earshot, his only response was a silent chuckle sounding whimper as he turned to face the source; the last wild lass that he wanted to see before his Bravo team he trained together with:
Frynir, the Skrill who stood a dozen yards away before him with her bronze scales and tan underbelly to tattoos on her wings had been looking at him; carrying the exact expression he's seen her have as it was aggressive and a silent scowl that was drawn whenever he saw her approaching, ready to fry him half to death if he did not give Ryker what he did not have on him. Standing upright from her talons and appearing as though she remained hostile to his presence, her fangs were even bared lightly against him
Mikekolt could only submit to her power over him, disarmed and left in a state as if he was beaten to an bloody pulp; he could only kneel down before the Skrill, not wanting to accept his fate but not wanting to anger her further. She could see him taking on the image of a pup who has lost and sacrificed such life that gave him comfort, while the new life that he kept on doubting that was not what it seemed was true; now he's been forced to begin his homeward journey back to the life he asks for. Though to think of an film like that with a retriever taking the spotlight position in a basket of balloons sounds rather haunting to the mind, it all comes back to one in the later years but it can be seriously creepy when someone can't recall what it was called
(A/N: The film I'm talking about is "Napoleon (1995)" because that film is haunting me and was ever since the later years when I'm the man that I am today, never got past the flying in the basket of balloons scene to the city because that's where it all ended when I last saw the film back at elementary school a long time ago; I didn't look very interested at all watching it as I would've preferred watching All Dogs Go to Heaven instead since they're both MGM films, how ironic because now Burt Renyolds is dead)
"Kill me now... if it's what a bitch like you has been trying to find me for all this time, I would rather die than to fight a beast such as yourself" Mikekolt spoke with bitterness in his bass baritone but youthful voice, she had power over him and he was nothing without his team
Nothing had followed as Frynir did not move a single inch, she just continued to look at him; flicking her head slightly to the left side; a minor snarl gave him the idea that she does not intend on killing him as he bravely stood, putting on his glasses that hung in his v-neck of his Bravo Resistance armor
Looking at the departing Skrill before him, she had taken his presence nothing more than like a guest but to him felt like more of an slave; turning back to face him and once again giving a flick of her head in the direction further leading into the cave. He stood up and followed with no further thoughts of defiance, she had greater power than him after all and for someone as resistant towards torture itself; he was going through a broken state of despair. With cautious but sluggish steps he followed her into the third major section of the cave, that he thought it was her nest. Every now to then Frynir looked back at him and got him by the back whenever he just wanted to collapse to the floor, taking him literally under her wing as he nodded since he believed that she wouldn't like being stroked by his hand; the two stopped for a few steps further every now to then so Mikekolt could throw up, being stroked by Frynir's wing as he of course took the risk by doing the same. She loved it because why not? After throwing up one last time with steam exiting his mouth from within various holes, he continued onwards and stopped once they've reached and entered their destination
The third major section of the cavern was lush with gleaming stalactites and reflections that came from opal textured caribbean blue water that was nowhere to be found inside, in their place was instead some lush plants that looked like they came from the reef as rocks were in some places that had colorful flowers to vines overgrowing in the place. Appearing not to be touched by the hands of an man and not affected by the hardship tests of time, there was an doorway on the upper right corner that led into a smaller room that had three statues on the west wall standing in round overhead doorway shaped holes; with an quiet but warm cascade of water that splashed into the pool just like an waterfall, it was dimly lit but clear enough to see as there was still some light even with the sun going down in the distance. Finally, there was a larger ruined statue that held an decrotive gauntlet upwards in it's right arm; Mikekolt however was more focused on what hung from the celing to notice
Suspended from an thick but aged rope in a sleeping bat position, Mikekolt made his way to see the sight of how the beast was hung from the tip of it's tail; but it was not a Dragon at all because it was the bony and skeletal remains of one, there was no scent coming from it and told him that it's been hanging there for decades at the very least but he knew Frynir had to be older than that. The look on her face told him everything from equal misery and shame as he Mikekolt continued over to the other remains that lied about, the bones going through an trauma worse than death with gouges to fractures running along every part to joint; dust also blew away from the tiny gusts inside and revealed cracks about. It would be more than to just cause immense pain but not kill this victim, this beast has been tortured; even more so was the jagged thin spines surrounding the top like an crown and shallow jaws aligned with fangs like knives, the fallen remains of these beasts were all Skrills and told him Frynir had such history with them
Looking behind the hanging carcass was a second corpse at the very back of the cavern with it's back against the wall and laying sprawled out onto the floor, she had gone down with a fight and her pain was ambiguously less painful. Mikekolt stroked the skull of this motherly Skrill and her bones soothingly, giving his own payment of respect and assuring that she along with everyone inside will be avenged by him. Holding the skeletons with his arms as he laid them to rest in a comfortable position, being drawn to the series of dark eggplant purple to ebony black rocks; appearing as they were guarded by their mother as she fell but realized that by looking closer they were shells from an egg. For every tribe in the Archipelago they all each had their own domestic animals that hatched from eggs, he knew what a hatched one was like when he saw one; the shells were all smashed into pieces and from what he's seen there were all dried bloodstains about with an thick trail leading to the pile of them, far worse than had they been taken. Few of them were all largely intact and split into two pieces, appearing to be the ones that hatched and survived; though the skeletal remains on the ground were all having scarce black pieces of flesh with scales ripped from their bodies, mostly their bones as well were exposed in front of him
The cause of death did not end with nothing in hand, eight rusted arrows had been jammed into the skull of the motherly beast; twisting the projectiles and removing it from the bone, he used his tracking skills to determine the origin. It may have been old but he knew that this was not only the craftsmanship of the Dragon Hunters and Marauders, but they were also the craftsmanship of the Hairy Hooligans Tribe as it would seem they've allied themselves to the tribe in dealing with their war with them; but they all had fallouts within and broke away the alliance that was built between them. The ones who knew have all died in the present time and now they've forgotten about it all which was for the best, but this was more of a major action on the Hunters and Marauder's part as they're the ones who've murdered this dream that she had; weapons lied about in the cavern as well and they're all of Marauder origin
Mikekolt stood up and swept the floor to clear the way before returning back to the skeletal rotting remains of the motherly Skrill who had sacrificed herself for her children, some were in vain due to them killing them when they were unborn; that was just a cold blooded move even for his evil shadow to be satisfied with. He now understands the truth before him and told her what he had discovered: "A orphan... that's what you are"
Frynir stood shrouded in the shades of her nest and nodded solemnly, now he knew the truth about her and everything that he has ever known had become clear; her body that was once fearsome and upright with authority over him had gotten low in humiliation. Her scales that were once vibrant and beautiful was now sprinkled in gashes of blood with sword marks, to axe strikes that had been healing themselves; deep rope burns alongside bruises also shown to him as she revealed in the thick layer of light above. "I know what it means to lose a family such as my half-brother Breyerkolt, but I have since rescued him and I will not lose him again once the Attacks from the Dragonroot Company have ended" She caught onto what he meant by those words spoken by him
"Forgiveness..." Mikekolt took a second step towards her. "Nothing that ever happened to a lass such as yourself was meant to be deserving because of history, taming such beast just to replace the sad memories with happier ones you discovered from them; it's just one journey to forgive yourself like I have done myself" Frynir had her defenses lowered as she seemed to be interested, but the tension of the closing distance between them was immeasurable; she knew about his evil shadow and his deceptive nature as a Dragon Trapper who has come to accept his origins, there was no power greater than to join forces with a tribe so evil just to steal their knowledge and use it against them with new counter tactics taken. Tiburonkolt is that man who has done just that and she knew that Mikekolt would do the same thing, just for his own desires
Mikekolt could feel the warm breath of Frynir and her underbelly against his back, calm in his presence and even she seemed curious about how relaxed he was around her; but perhaps it was like that way because she knew that they both shared a fate like no one other than each other: the Dragon Hunters will not hunt neither of them down while they're left alone to the matters of what they're dealing with at hand. Mikekolt could hear her hesitate in having her be tamed by him, leaving his hand to her and ready for whatever she planned; a snout in his hand was felt afterwards as the scaly surface of the Skrill felt nice with that rubbery texture, tingling of lightning ran up his arm and soothed him of everything he once believed was now memories of being tortured by her forgiven. As soon as he tamed Frynir, they all faded back into being like repressed memories that will soon be forgotten in the future; but the most important thing was that he could feel a bond between each other
Frynir began to lick the blood off from Mikekolt's Dragon Scale Armor and he did just that as he removed the armor completely, heading out to the northeast section of the cavern where he decided to get himself clean because got damn that desert made him into a mess of sorts. Slowly climbing into the pool before laying against the waterfall where he was soaked on his upperbody, letting out a soothing breath of relief after this long and hard day
HTTYD
After going back into his Bravo Resistance armor that he wore underneath his Dragon Scale Armor for raiding Trapper yachts as well as needing to defend himself against fire, he exited out of the room where he found Frynir waiting for him; it turned out that she had an gift for him in the form of a new weapon that could finally complete his heavy arsenal. He turned to look at the ruined statue where it held the decorative gauntlet, taking a rope that had a hook blade connected to it; he swung at the right arm that had the weapon before catching it with his right hand before he took down the ruined statue altogether as it timbered downwards towards the floor in the end. He took an greater look at the new weapon with enthusiasm and stroked it's surface, as this was what the gauntlet looked like because he just cannot wait to put this on and did just that:
This large right handed gauntlet was dual layered with pentagon shaped pieces, with an middle stripe going down and having diagonal slanted sides as there were some swirl patterns; having an wider circle behind while the dual layered pieces were pointed upwards. There was an heater shield shape on the front of the hand that was engraved with an face of an powerful and roaring lightning riding Skrill, having an flowing majestic beard that swirled on the sides as it went smoothly on the top; sporting some lightning markings as well. There were three forward slanted pyramid shaped blunt spikes on the knuckles, and five diamond shaped fingers with dual thick stripes on the joints; having an medium gap in between them for bending as they could grasp into an fist and expand out it's palm. There was an horizontal bar meant for stabilizing the gauntlet and ringed levers for the fingers, all of it sported an color palette consisting of: dark chocolate, umber, cedar and mocha bronze with light tortilla and peanut with coffee brown; with faint pale salmon and amaranth pink shades with an pale thunder grey color, all with an clay brown bronze shine. The eyes were an ruby and lipstick red color as well and appeared to adjust to the size of the user, going up to the elbow as this was an weapon all in itself. Finally, it packed an powerful punch as not only was there an bone crunching sound whenever something organic and living; but it also came with an short metallic but high pitched ring to accompany each strike that was made
Mikekolt began testing out his new weapon from Frynir as he held back his fist against a dead corpse for an dummy, with a spherical field forming in the white knuckled fist before drawing in electrical energy for a split moment until he unleashed his crushing attack against the dead body; making a powerful impact against his target. He then rushed forward and swung it up to the corpse's jaw to launch it upwards into the air before running to strike with his palm as the orb of lightning returned, this time to a greater and larger degree as he struck a second time; where the haywire thunder crackled upon contact to send it backwards. Preforming the same action again this time in the air as he jumped and smashed down on the head, rearing his fist back to charge up his blowing punch with crackling and racing towards the body with his hand fatally caving into it's skull as if couldn't die twice; and it looked like he couldn't use it again, a shame really but Frynir had easily stepped up to test the weapon out. She attacked with her left wing as he dodged and punished her with a fierce counterattack that had him spin and punch her away, while she blocked with her wings of course. Doing the same attack once again except he uppercutted her into the air with an aerial should slam to the ground
Mikekolt then initiated an running charge with his gauntlet and delivered lethal jolts to the target in front of him, doing the same thing except he quickly covered ground; not attacking at all. He preformed a third time but launched her to the air with a uppercut and delivered a round of lethal jolts below him, before moving onto rearing his fist up to strike the ground; delivering an concussion that caused a lightning shockwave all around him, jumping in the air where he then slammed his fist towards the ground in another shockwave of thunder around as he then stood up. He had one final idea as he preformed a running charge and grabbed the corpse before slamming it to the ground overhead, each of the lightning based attacks were all in a powder to turquoise and tiffany blue color that looked more to an green variant; but that's not what matters to him at all. He looked into Frynir's eyes and knew what she told him just by her face: "I have given you the final remnants of my power Mikekolt, take this weapon from me and find your Dragons you've tamed; they'll be waiting for you there"
"How would you like to come with me then? There's some closure at Darkheart Prison that I'm ready to get but... I feel that Ryker's going to be waiting for me there; will you join me here with the rest of my team for the Titan Uprising?" Mikekolt asked at the end as Frynir responded rather quickly, bringing him onto her back as she took him out of the cavern; looking one last time at the remains of her family before running out to the exit, flying towards the sky with an push of her talons and off to the sky as she decided to cut the distance and time by riding the lightning
It was one hell of a ride through the storms that followed and Mikekolt knew that she was the Skrill he needed all along if he's going to battle some Dragon Flyers, should they cross their path because they're not going to last when she gets angry; although it should be at least mentioned that this is his first time riding lightning and it's going to be a nasty ride, however it's not in the way what others may think
Mikekolt hadn't been to Darkheart Prison since he broke out when Drago Bludvist had taken over the fortress, he could recall the first time he was imprisoned there two years ago:
Ryker had been hellbent on finding an new way to take out the Knights and had no choice but to entrust in the aid of the Infernal Jackal to capture an Viking from the tribe they attacked, in exchange for his resources that he promised to provide them. With the brigantines ready and sailing out to the island, they prepared for their combined attack as once they've reached the island; they did just that by spreading their chaos onto the village. Because they were told by him that Drayko spent the most time in talking with Roachkolt, they were ordered to take his son instead as he put up more than his share of a fight; but with swarms of them beating him down to the ground he was finally defeated with an strike into his stomach that may have got his gut pouch bleeding from the inside
His father and basically everyone tried to save him as they are a Tribe after all, some tried to sacrifice themselves in his place but all have proven to be of no use; with their target captured they escaped as Ryker thought that now he belonged to him, there will be no one coming to his rescue and none of the Knights will save him. He's been subjugated to special methods of the Dragon Marauder's torture, all for the pursuit of vital knowledge on how to defeat Drayko once and for all; when he's been mislead and lied to from the beginning because he was the real fool for thinking that he was told anything, and even then he's put more than a fight against them for not submitting into telling him what he knew
As they approached the abandoned prison fortress before them, Mikekolt could see in the distance that his team had spotted him riding atop Frynir willingly; knowing that their rider was not in danger as she flew down to the entrance and touched upon the ground, it's been the beginning of hell when he stepped onto this rocky ground. Dried blood still sprinkled as well as among bits to pieces of flesh from other prisoners who had been beaten, it's times in the Archipelago like these that makes him feel that he hasn't gotten the closure he deserves; now's that time to get some as he was reunited with his best buds. They all came down to the man whose tamed his unwilling tormentor and new member of their team, Frynir nudged his side and found out what she was telling him about; which Mikekolt agreed as Lanceuardian is an good choice because now they're going from five to eight. She flew up onto the walls and called out to him as she knew that he'll appear whenever she called, being that he was one of her partners in case she needed to track down something; nevertheless he preferred being an Sharp Dragon rather than an Tracker Dragon
But not all was turning well into an reunion as the new leader of the Dragon Hunters and the older brother of Viggo stepped out from the shadows: "Ah about time you've come back to us because you're going to die for your deceitfulness, the truth's clear to me now: all this time I should've known you were lying to me so you can keep the information out of my hands, it's Vikings like you that should've known not to get involved in this war between me and them!" He brought out his twin serrated swords against him, but it's well known to Drayko that ever since Raedwit had fed him to a Submaripper; he hated the Illusionist with immeasurable fury
"Ryker... I've been waiting for a long time to fight you!" Mikekolt brought out his sword with him holding down onto the brooklane style lever, ignited the Phoenixripper and swung his blade to the side as he shook his head at him
"You did not think clearly that I wouldn't know you're the one responsible for attacking that stronghold fortress in the desert, but did you think the Marauders would've guess that you saw their new weapon for traversing hazardous landscapes like the canyons? Neither did I know about your previous actions in blowing up our twin outpost towers and what you did against the spy I sent to find where you're hiding your Lair. This makes question why your father would be proud of you at all when me and my brother's grandfather didn't give us, leaders of the tribe along with Krogan the same treatment; you act as though you're not spoiled by him when you're just as blind as Viggo, I have no remorse for my actions at all..." Ryker growled and criticized Roachkolt for playing favorites to his only son
"You no longer have control over me and my father is a great man, unlike you for committing fratricide against the brother you loved; but none of that matters to you doesn't it? You're all in this for wealth and it's because of people like you that makes my blood boil, I'm willing to take you out right here and now in the same prison you've taken me to just so you can get an vital chunk of tactics and strategies on how to bring him down. That's not going to happen and you're not going to see the end of this day, I'm going to make you feel the same hell you sent me into. Do not think about bringing out your Hunters out to fight me or I'll find out, between us and no one else!" Mikekolt warned Ryker with a threat
"Then prepare to join your father, Castle!" Ryker declared to him as he was ready to put an end to him interfering in his war against Drayko
HTTYD
Mikekolt snarled as he ran to his opponent, swinging his flaming sword against Ryker's dual serrated swords as the brute of a leader easily deflected them; throwing him off to the side before attempting to bash his head to the other side with his fist that held his other sword, but he easily tumbled out of the way before landing an kick towards his hand. Getting back up in order to retaliate with an double smack to the back and grapped towards the ground, swinging his leg down onto his neck before he switched to the Gauntlet of Frynir; waiting to smash him down with his fist
He reared back and slammed the Gauntlet of Frynir down hard onto Ryker's twin swords, but the brute of an Dragon Hunter wouldn't let him have an chance with this oversized weapon as he thought of him as less than a boy who was still too young for the hell that this war brings; a underestimation that would prove to be his downfall. He parried his gauntlet back before he staved his fist against his neck, having him cough out some gurgling mucus from his mouth in the process; but Mikekolt would not give in as he switched to his tomahawk and chopped the blade into his shinguard which pierced through his armor, making him grunt in pain because of this. Ryker looked hatefully into his eyes afterwards
Taking further advantage of Ryker's predicament for granted in a duel where he's gained the upper hand against him, he rammed him into the stomach with his guantlet and threw him to the walls of the entrance with his tomahawk; this time it was him that was stabbed by thorns from the overgrown vines that were beginning to die out in the winter season that was soon going to be approaching them, nevertheless it was still hot and warm outside for one to be shirtless. Ryker knew that the tables would turn against him just how he had done the same to Drayko two years ago as the fight was repeating itself like history, but this time it was he who was on the losing side now. While he slowly ripped himself off from the wall of thorns, Mikekolt continued to swing his fiery sword against his body and even stabbed the blade into his stomach; but that alone did not stop him from fully freeing himself where he reared back and slammed his forehead against his opponent's head, having him stagger backwards until he recovered and continued to fight
Ryker caught him in a chokehold with his left serrated sword from behind as he dragged him to the wall where he intended to smash his face, doing just that as he repeatedly rammed his face into the wall before he threw him down to the ground on his back; being grabbed by the throat as Mikekolt struggled to rip his crushing grip of his hand off from his neck, being lightly strangled for each attempt he made that ended in failure. Once he managed to break free, he kicked him away with both of his legs and preformed an spinning jump kick across the left of his face. This left a mark of some pebbles that fell off his cheek, getting spit in the right eye as that made him angry at this punk right in front of him
Mikekolt leaped forwards with his tomahawk and swung the blade all around himself in an attempt to chop him into chunks of pieces, slashing him from side to side as Ryker was now starting to bleed more often from his scars; although he painfully caught the blade and got him closer to where he threw him off to the side. He brought out his Revenant's Talon and fired off a round of dual shot arrows, some of them piercing into his body but a few of the arrows were deflected by Ryker spinning both of his serrated swords in front of himself as this just an foolish attack made by someone who doesn't know his battles from the in to the outside. But when he fired off those Deathgripper Serum arrows now he had to watch out as Ryker dodged the projectiles, getting hit by a few of them as he felt like he was getting weak; but remained strong in front of his opponent as he ripped them out from his skin. He will not go down poisoned by him
He slammed the both of his dual serrated swords against his Phoenixripper as the two of the opposing attackers were locked in combat, both of them were moving against each other as their attempts to overpower the other while going towards the center proved futile as with all tactics to weaken one another. Though he warned him not to order the Dragon Hunters to interfere with their duel or he'll find out, he was about to resort to giving a command to have his men intentionally enrage Mikekolt by targeting his Dragons; but he guessed his plans and threw him off where he swiped his tomahawk against his cheek along with his sharp nails like claws, Ryker growled at Mikekolt and this further made him angry towards the young boy that he continued to underestimate for not knowing the hell that was war
"I will not let you kill my family, Ryker" Mikekolt proceeded to bring down a chunk of an wall down onto him as although Darkheart Prison looked abandoned, it was still built with many layered battlements as this was just an small portion that'll be rebuilt. Ryker broke out from being buried alive
"Then this will be the final time you live to see me emerge in victory over Roachkolt, surrender to me and he along with your Devils will live under my command!" Ryker demanded as he was now getting serious with him, threatening to attack his father
As the two of them charged forward and clashed against each other, Mikekolt's Dragons had heard the sound of mechanical tentacles climbing up against the building; it seems that their new ally heard that Ryker was here and has been waiting to confront their rider. It could only end well between him and the man he once called a brother, once he's dead then his future's unclear; but considering that he's tamed someone he's met in the cold top of an island then it looks like he too is going to be planning his own assaults on the Hunters. They couldn't see at all where he was at the moment, but neither could Mikekolt and Ryker as they watched on to see the fight between them unfold
Mikekolt grabbed an rack of weapons and smashed it over Ryker to temporary stun him, he then swung his tomahawk against his stomach and right leg to make him feel the same pain that Drayko felt when he was stubborn about removing his rotting zombie leg; given to him by no one else but Captain Lech who swung his blade deeply into the bottom of his kneecap, which looked like it was about to fall off but was still connected through a piece of flesh. An little recovery that Ryker was making was cut and severed shortly when Mikekolt slammed the back of his head with his gauntlet, sending him hitting his face against the rocky ground; bleeding from the nose as even his mustache and goatee were getting stained with blood, a mistake that he would not allow him to make against him again
Mikekolt flipped his Phoenixripper and blew out an thick flaring stream to burn Ryker alive, throwing his tomahawk against his bicep in order to pin him against the wall; although he's still able to rip the weapon out from his arm but not before he was further punched in the guts with the Gauntlet of Frynir, making him spit up and throw up a little blood due to the stomach organ being ripped by his relentless punching. Ryker removed the tomahawk out fully from his bicep before attempting to use it against him, an action that was his biggest mistake as he easily disarmed him; taking the tomahawk back before he chopped into his turtle shell shoulder guard and although it showed no signs of damage, the pain however brutally made it clear to them both. "I expected better from you, Castle; just as I did two years ago when you broke out..." Ryker growled
Mikekolt had become irritated by Ryker's non stop insulting towards him being a young one who does not understand the hellish events of war, and so he chopped his tomahawk deeply into his back which had him defeated but not killed; making him collapse to the ground as he left towards the entrance, but heard him get back up still wanting to fight him. Using his new Gauntlet of Frynir he grabbed him by the shoulder and smashed his face in, grabbing his face afterwards to slam him into the ground; landing two more punches before taking him up and slamming him again, caving his face inwards when he smashed both of his fists down onto his skull. Now he was left at his mercy as he began to rythmatically punch him into the ground at the fast pace of his pulsating heartbeat, all with the sounds of metallic ringing and the sound of beautiful bone crunching; a symphony to his ears but to his enemies, living hell like none they've ever heard before. He ended the confrontation victorious in the end with one final powerful punch to the skull, now he's going to suffer that trauma to the head but Ryker had one last message for him as he's got the news for him:
"This hell is nothing like the news from the Dragonroot Company, they've begun their plan to crush Draconia; the Titans are all under their control now and every region has been taken by them. I have underestimated you for the last time as it would seem that you are young but an powerful warrior that's just like your father, but not for long when they have you broken and defeated to their will; you will lose everything that you have by trusting these Devils when in truth they are not to be trusted in the hands of an warrior and rider such as yourself. Viggo is not the brother I knew and not the leader the Dragon Hunters need, he's suffered corruption to the mind because of them and it's because of that man who influenced him over towards his cause; he turned him against me and betrayed everyone. This time I know that he lives but I will not be merciful should I find him..." Ryker told him about the new information as the sudden appearance and voice from nowhere made him look up
"You can't fight with those scars brother!" Viggo spoke out to him as he jumped off, landing on the ground as Ryker struggled to stand
"You dare show your face to the Dragon Hunters after what you've turned into, then it looks like I've become stubborn enough not to search for evidence that you really are dead; that's not a mistake I'll repeat again!" Ryker coughed up some more blood onto the rocky ground
"Mikekolt, leave this prison now; Roachkolt will be awaiting your return" Viggo told him as he nodded and left on top of Frynir, taking to the skies before riding the lightning with the other Dragons following far behind as they'll be home in no time at all. Grimborn turned back to his former brother and got ready to fight: "Then come and get me then, brother!" He brought out his two swords and his four tentacles all rose above him from his back, two of the lower ones raising him into the air while the upper ones were all reared back; ready to strike the new leader of the tribe he's long abandoned
Because the Dragonroot Company had taken over the regions of the Archipelago, there was no need to keep stalling as their plan was now put into action; the Titan Uprising was about to begin right here and right now. Mikekolt's journey to save Dragonkind begins!
The first few chapters that'll follow have Mikekolt and his Dragons going out to the main regions of the Archipelago, defeat the generals of Maeve before moving onto the next region; it will not be easy but it'll be one step further towards the uprising against their headquarters they have stationed on Dragon Root Island. For now there's much more for me to write in the form of new chapters for my mini series: "Trials of the King's Lost Treasures"
It's the story of Hiccup Horrendous Haddock I and his allies as they all set forth on a journey to the Archipelago and seek out the King's Lost Treasures in order to become the rightful King of the Barbaric Tribes, and defeat the evil Merciless whose dreams have foretold his fate and he intends to alter it in order to live before conquering the new home of the Hairy Hooligans all for the sake of the Dragons from The Hidden World
It's short for now but when it's been completed then get ready to experience the ultimate adventure that takes place long before the time of Drayko Ryder and all the characters you have come to love, hate and feel pitiful for in times of despair. You can read it now if you like!