Chapter 8: Emerald Tetrad

Hey Peoples! It's a been a little while since I updated my notes so if the tone seems off compared to the other chapters let me know.

Also, I'm still mentally debating the title of this chapter. I think that it's okay, but it could be better. What do you guys think? Should have I went with something more like, Calming Emeralds? Fern Emeralds? Cavern Emeralds? Emerald Duo? What's my deal with Emeralds? Idk, let me know what would be a better title after you read the chapter.

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(Hiccup POV)

Okay I had it with these stupid eyes appearing everywhere. Maybe a little time with the Night Fury can convince him to stop it.

I made my way through the woods after training until I found the Howling Wolf Boulder from before. I slipped through the hole in the ground, landed in the Cavern, and immediately scurried in to the closest bundle of ferns. I reached into my satchel and took out the fish that I wrapped in some newspaper.

I threw the fish out into the open area of the Cavern. I wait a few minutes and peek through the ferns to find the the fish undisturbed. I took a breath before setting down my satchel and emerging from the ferns looking around the cavern. I grabbed the fish and didn't see anything at first, until I heard a huffing sound. I turned and saw the wolf stalking toward me with unreadable look, of his head lower and wary to attack, but not giving off any sinister aura. Following where it was looking, I offered the fish to him. The Night Fury start to get closer until he started growling again. Freaking out, I back away only for the wolf to follow. I was scared out of my skin when he lunged for my me, only to grab my belt. He ripped the buckle off my belt in the process and was whipping it back and forth until the familiar gilt from my dagger fell to my feet. I reached to pick it up, but hesitated when I heard the wolf growl and was met with a challenging look when our eyes met. I stood back up and swiftly punt the dagger to bank on the other side of the lake.

With my only weapon now out of sight, the wolf gave me that unreadable look again and calmed me down enough to get a good look his whole body since the bola incident. He had smooth thick black fur and was more like twice the size of a regular wolf instead of the alleged three for most wolves. He looked almost curious with his ears perked up, head held high, and tail... there was none. As I held the fish out more toward him I noticed that his tail has been left to nothing and that his hind paws were a little crooked. As he comes within biting distance, I also noticed the that he was...

"Huh. Toothless? I could've sworn you had..." A set sharp teeth emerge from his muzzle to snatch the fish and gobbling it up. "... teeth." the wolf presses closer with an expectant look. I making me more confused and backing up nervously until I was at the bank of the lake. "Uh, no. No, I don't have any more. Spirits help me." The Night Fury closes in me until he was towering over me, staring blankly before his eye rolled back and he started making a gurgling sound.

He left the gift of a slimy chunk of a fish head onto my lap before he sat down in front of me. Seeing those damn green eyes again sent a familiar shiver down my spine. This may be my the chance that I was looking for.

"So I know that you can understand what I'm saying, so please work with me here. I know you're just as new to this whole connected An'gix thing, but could you possibly tone down the eyes thing."

The wolf sort of shrug his shoulders, if you can call it that and eyed the fish that still sat in my lap.

"What?"

He licked his muzzle. When I tried to offer it back to him, he shook his head and looked at me pointedly.

"Wait, you don't mean?"

He nodded.

"Of course you do." I swallowed the building bile in my throat before gnawing off a bite off the fish's cheek and force a smile.

He opens his mouth with his teeth retracted in what looked like a smile, almost smirking.

"Now can we do that dream talking again."

He shook his head.

"Why not?" I wondered a little agitated.

He seemed to almost roll his eyes before looking up to the peek hole over the pond pointedly.

"What? Could we only do that around night or something?"

The wolf again shrugs while waving his muzzle around, which took as a maybe.

"What do we do until then?"

Instead of answering, the wolf simply got up and went to the ferns along the side the cavern. I threw my hands up in exasperation and laid back onto the ground. Curious from the rustling, I got up and peeked through to see him making a cushion from the ferns & foliage that fell into the cavern. He spots me and turns his back to me. I lean in a little further to get a look his rear and can make out the tiniest tail stub among its fur. I was brought out of my though when I both heard and felt the wolf huff at my bangs. I looked up and was met with an irritated stare that immediately made me back off.

With nothing else to do, I took out my notebook and jotted down some more notes about this toothless Night Fury. Once I did that I started to sketch the full body, but it wasn't coming out right. So I closed my book, got a stick, and tried out some practice sketches in the dirt. I felt a familiar huff over my shoulder, but it didn't give a irritated vibe like earlier so I continued to draw. Once I finished, I look back at the towering wolf to get his approval, only to see him trot off and retrieved a stick of his own, although bigger than mine. He tilts his head and starts to write in the dirt as well. He rushes here and there, making haphazard lines in every direction. He finally dropped it, inspects his work, and seemed pleased with it.

I stand up to take in the sprawling scribble, amazed by the intricate line work. I step out of the way to get a better look at it only to accidentally step on one of the lines, evoking an instant growl from the wolf. I test my limits by stepping on it again a couple of time, with him growls again each time do it. Realizing how sensitive he is, I step over it carefully and this seemed to keep the wolf calm. I begin stepping between each line, turning round and round until I unwittingly bump into the Night Fury's chest. I turn around and he snorts in my face. Those damned emerald eyes didn't feel as piercing as they once were. The seemed softer like a patch of spring grass, but they still held this spark in them that came out from time to time like the tickle of a ladybug crawling onto your arm. Felling a little bold, I slowly extend his hand and the wolf gives a hesitant glare. Steeling my nerves, I turn my head away and closes his eyes, giving his 100% of my trust. To his amazement, I soon feel the combination of prickly but soft short fur of his muzzle touch my hand. I look up as he started to withdrew his muzzle and we locked eye with one another and that was the last thing we both saw before we passed out.

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Other words used:

An'gix = state of mind or guts

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