Here we go! (p.s. I'f you have any idea's as to how I can make my story much better then speak your mind! I want to hear it!) trying to make it a bit less vague on POV and more on Shadowtalons thoughts

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Shadowtalons POV

It took a while for the scavengers to calm down, but thankfully their dragons were much calmer about the whole ordeal or else I am pretty sure some limbs would be missing from the minuscule creatures. A thing I have cleverly deduced however, is that the scavengers do not speak in sqeaks and other annoying sounds, but rather actual language. Not draconian, obviously, but a language none the less...perhaps if it came to that point, I could learn their speak or vice versa. not that I am a good teacher by any means! Dragonets knew well to stay away from me, as I have little patience for annoying things.

I looked down at the creatures who had stopped their infernal chattering to approach me again. I narrowed my eyes, what do these creatures want from me? thank you for bringing me food!? I watch them cautiously as they carefully approach, I growl at them when they start to get to close. They both freeze and one softly chatters to the other, once their short conversation is over, the skinny one approaches me again. I'm not threatened in the least by these creatures, but after seeing a two headed not-really-a-dragon I'm not taking any chances. So I shall allow one to approach, if it turns out it wants to harm me, I can always eat it, though it doesn't look very appetizing, not like a nice walrus.

The skinny one doesn't seem to be nervous approaching me, so I decide to hear it out, might lead me to more food. Scanning through my thoughts quickly, I realize that they have been very food based... I AM A MASSIVE AND STILL GROWING DRAGON! I NEED LOTS OF FOOD! after my internal scolding is over, I turn my attention to the skinny one who has scampered over directly in front of me. I drop my head to its level so it might better convey whatever message its trying to say.

I reaches out its hand to touch me, to which action I hiss at. He quickly pulls back and mutters something to himself before pointing to my wings, says something, then points to himself, then his dragon. I open my wings slightly and look at them confused, what does he want? I look back at him and he tries again. He points to me, then himself, then his dragon. But after pointing, the small dark not-really-a-dragon jumps up and hovers in the air with a few beats before landing down again gracefully. I stare at the scavenger for a few moments before cluing in. I get up to my talons, towering over the scavengers, and spread my glorious night sky wings in preparation of flight.

The scavenger says something happily before running off to his dragon, mounting, and then taking off into the sky, the fat one doing the same. Once the scavengers are well out of the way, I run to the entrance of the cave and jump into the air. I beat my wings are quickly gain altitude, I glance back to see the scavengers trying to catch up with me on their dragons.

Once I am a good height, I let myself hover by slowly beating my powerful wings. The Scavengers then pull ahead of me and turn to face a direction and start flying off. I suppose they want me to follow them? only thing is, they move quite slowly for such tiny creatures. Or at least they seem to not be able to fly as fast, but they probably are not trying to race. Sadly.

I follow them through the moist clouds, keeping my violet eyes peeled for anything of interest. Water. Cloud. More water. More cloud. Oh look! some more water! lets just say I quickly grow bored. I decide to listen into the scavengers conversation in hopes of maybe learning some of their language, again, very boring but at least its something to do while flying. After an hour or so of constant talking, I learn to pick out names and designations. the skinny one is called Hiccup, the fat one is called Fishlegs (sounds delicious), hiccups not-really-a-dragon is called toothless (FALSE) and Fishlegs pile of flying boulders is called Meatlug (sounds tasty). It actually quite hard and confusing to decipher their language to draconian, just names is hard, but I think if a spend a couple more weeks or so listening, I should be able to come up with a way to easily decipher what they are saying.

As I am listening I discover a few more words "Night Fury" and "star wings" and "OMG". Deciding to screw with them, I say in their language "Nightwing" they look at me in shock, their jaws gaping. I say it again but pointing at myself with a claw "Nightwing" I chuckle as I see them being to chatter with each other non stop and write down in their little books. It quite amusing! I should do that more often!

Soon enough though, we reach a large island that, on its cliff side, has scavenger buildings and contraptions. We land down on a large platform that is only just big enough for us all only to be bombarded by other scavengers. I hiss as a stocky one whose name is Snotlout (eeww) tries to touch my side, thankfully Hiccup says something to all of them that stops them from trying to touch me.

Dragons who must have been hiding their presence in the large barn like building, decide to show themselves to me. I decide to try and be civil, so I hold out a single limp claw in greeting. The dragons look to themselves and seem confused, as do their scavengers. Meatlug however take initiative and presses one of her toes to my claw. I nod happily and draw back my claw, placing it back on the ground. The scavengers begin taking with each other again, me being curious as ever, listens in and deciphers what they are saying.

"Name?" and a shrug are all I get from the long string of words. Soon all of them seem to be offering words to me...were they trying to give me a name? I shook my head at every suggestion. I don't want them to give me a name! so I instead point at the shadows then my talon, thankfully I can understand a bit to know names so they start offering up "Darkpaw?" "Shadowclaw?" "Darkdirt?" "Shadowtalon?" I nod quickly at the last one, which seems to please them.

Snotlout, emboldened by knowing me name dares to place a hand proudly on my foreleg, which causes all the other dragons and scavengers to freeze. I hiss quietly at Snotlout before snapping my jaws at him, I actually wonder how he tastes. However, he darts away and his red dragon lunges towards me, trying to bite me.

As it leaps at me roaring, I use my wing to smack it into the metal barn. I then shoot forward and wrap my talon around it neck and use my own wings to pin its wings. It tries to claw my with its hind claws, but it can't quite reach. The other scavengers and dragons bristle, and are about to attack. Knowing this, all I do is roar loudly in the red males face, and drop it back to the ground, where it pant heavily. Snotlout runs to its side and glares at me, I hiss at him and sit down and leave my wings tilted back.

The scavengers calm down, though the dragons and Astrid scavenger seem on edge. Astrid then chatters something angrily at Snotlout, who just huffs in return. Yes, I followed Hiccup and Fishlegs, but I did NOT sign up for being touched by grubby scavenger paws! I am a proud member of the Nightwings! And I will rather tear off my own wings then let a scavenger ride on my back. And we will see just who breaks first! My breaking will mean I will let Scavengers ride on my back, them breaking means they won't dare to touch me as long as the live! and I don't intend to break anytime soon.