"Human"
"Dragonese"
Times Passing
As the sun rose slowly over the small island, Hiccup opens one of his six eyes with a nasty glare, "Damn you Sól for such a horrendous day." Slowly rising, his jaws stretch in a large yawn while rising. Stepping out of the cave, Hiccup spread his wings before diving. The wind screech past him and a small smile cross his face before tilting upwards and pumping his wings. As the young dragon shift into a hunting mode, he thinks back to a time when he travel outside the Archipegalo several weeks ago.
- Hiccup pump tired wings as sleet and hail drun on his back. The harsh ice storm tries to force the large dragon to crash with powerful winds, strong enough to rip skin from flesh and chill most creatures. Hours trinkle by as Hiccup furiously fly before, with a beam of light, he burst out from the storm in short panting breath. "Gotta land, just gotta," droopy eyes spot a island before him, "tired, must rest."
A red headed girl slow her breathing as a great buck drank from the stream before her. Her father, a bulky man with a peg leg and red hair, smile at her, "Take good aim Merida, ye almost have 'im." Nodding, she aim the bow carefully at the deer. Before the arrow could be loosed, the deer brought its great antlered head up in fear and galloped away,"Ugh...sorry papa." "T'wasn't yer fault," the Scottish king slowly rose and brought his hand to the sword on his hip.
A dull sound echo across the forest as Merida stood with her arrow knotched and ready, "What is it?" "I don kn...there!" the pair gaze as a large winged form darts above, a loud roar causing various animals to scatter. Minutes after the creature disappears, a loud crash draws Merida away. Not hearing her father call for her, she sprints through the forest in the direction of the falling being.
King Fergus grumbles as he tries to follow his daughter. Although he knows that Mor'du has been defeated forever, he feels a rush of panic as she rushes off. After running for a good five minutes, he comes up behind his daughter as her mouth hangs wide open, "Merida, ye got to wait a wee bit, I'm not as...young as...I...use to...be." In front of the pair, a trail of broken trees and shrubbery surrounds a deep trench with small animals' carcass dotting the area. The two walk slowly forward torwards the pain filled groan, sword and bow drawn and ready.
As they look into the crevise, the old king drops his sword in shock while his daughter turn to him in curiousity, "Well what is it, then?" "A dragon," gazing at the dark brown and peach color reptile, he couldn't help admiring the beast. Two large wings with grasping claws, three rows of spikes running down its back and three pairs of eyes close in pain and exhaustion. As the pair walk closer, one of the dragon's eye weakly crack open as it groans one last time. Merida turn towards her father with a questioning glance, "What will ye do?" "...grab Angus and get some men with rope."
- Hiccup spent the next three weeks in the Scottish kingdom healing and resting from the trip. In that time, he had been approached by several different kingdoms. From Arendelle to Corona, people arrived in droves to see the strange dragon. During the second week of his stay, he began working on his flying. As he search for his next meal, he remembers the name that the people called him.
It was the younger sister to Arendelle's queen that gave him the name of Regal Titanclaw, based on both his size as well as his graceful flying. After two months, he left for his home once an English king threaten to send knights over to kill him and anyone who was harboring him. Once he returned, he had smell several scents along the island's coast that nearly cause him to panic.
Heather flap her again as she fly above the dark brown wyrm below her. She can't help but feel drawn to him since the others chase her off. She had notice that she was bigger than most of the others, equaling the two alphas in sheer size and intellect. As the male below her drifts towards a yak filled plain, resolve burn in her eyes as she tilts down at an angle.
Hiccup's eyes widen as he hear the whistling of air being cut, "Shit!" Tucking in his wings and rolling, he lash out with his talon at his diving adversary. Before talons could lock, he gaze at the dragon swooping at him in shock. Black scales dotted the majority of her body with her under scales were a dazzling ivory white but she look like him only without the three row of spinal spikes. Instead, a single row of spines ran from the base of her neck to just above her waist.
"Who the Hel are you?!" the wyrm spat out while the female try to disengage from the grapple with a curse of her own. Glaring at him, a feminine voice screech out, "It won't matter if we're DEAD, so help me out here!" Mere moments before they reach the point of no return, Hiccup pushes her off before they turn their death spiral into a glide. As the wyrm lands, he swiftly shift into a crouch with fangs bared, "What do you want?!" "...I'm Heather," the other dragon slowly crept forward non threateningly, causing Hiccup to slowly uncoil with a raise eyebrow, "just wanted a place to stay, if only for a little while." A silence past between the two before the wyrm's eyes shift to normal and he rose from his fighting stance, "...Hiccup."
- Stoick looks on as he returns from another failed attempt to find and destroy the Nest. As the few ships dock, a tear threatens to fall. The village stood tall without a single scorch mark to be found. The storage house was filled to the brim with food for winter and five new dragonslayer stood proudly with the blonde shieldmaiden, Astrid Hofferson, having the privilege of killing the Monstrous Nightmare herself. But as children move to greet their parents and lovers to another, a feeling of guilt dig deep in his chest as only Gobber walk over with a comforting smile, "Welcome back ol' friend."
"Thanks...have ye found were that beast flew off to?" a deep scowl cross his face as the pair head towards the Meade Hall. Seeing the blacksmith shake his head, the old chief begins to open his mouth until Fishlegs rushed over, "What is-" "Dragons!" the scream was cut off as a torrent of fire burns the yeller alive. As a wave of dragons flew by, Stoick reaches for his axe, "Quickly people! Man yer battle station! Set up the catapults! We ain't letting them on this land now!"
Astrid ducks under the tail swipe of a Deadly Nadder, drawing her axe swiftly and glaring at the beast, "I ain't scared of you, bring it on!" As the Nadder drew its tail back to launch spikes, it and several other dragons stiffen before shrieking and flying off. "What in Odin's name is going on?" Stoick watch as a Nightmare roar in challenge before an even louder one cause more dragons to flinch before edging back. A brown shape drops from above and lands on the Nightmare's back, earning a squeel from the dragon and gasp from several vikings. A paddle like tail disperse of the dust revealing a larger brown and rose dragon tearing into the other.
"The Hel is going on?" Astrid looks up as more of the dragons' flight member dive towards the now fleeing intruder. Two of the new dragons pinned a Gronkle between the pair and, as it whimper in fear and mercy, began to tear into the boulder class. Seeing the new dragons attack the other, a few vikings quickly flinch back as some of them dive at the bound dragons and swiftly killed those. Stoick began to relax but blink in surprise as Snotlout charge at a large black and hot pink dragon, "I'll kill it for you chief!" "Wait!" but Snotlout lands the blow on the distracted dragon...only for the sword to snap in two.
Every viking look over to the pair as the dragon just turn towards the quivering teen with a 'are you really doing this right now look'. As the boy chuckle nervously, the dragon drew its head and earning a few cry of outrage, "Look ou-" An ear shattering roar slowly push against Snotlout's face, spit and bits of flesh sticking to his face before the dragon finally stops. With a huff, the dragon and the other grabbed their kills before they took off in the opposing direction of the others. Minutes went by before Gobber frown at the shaking lad, "Ya need a change of undies there."
- Valka sighes sadly as a small group of Thunderdrums flew off, "I don't understand..." "Don't worry about it," Cloudjumper walks over to the distraught woman whom he patterned with for year and nudges her, "some dragons are just...different." "But it doesn't make it right to eat others, I mean you don't do so!..right?" she gains a puzzle look on her face as the Stormcutter deadpans at her. With a deep chuffing, the large form of a Bewilderbeast rose from the lake, "None of the dragons here would have a reason to hunt one another...I insure that everyone is full." "Now what brought this up?" as the pair regale him with the story that the Thunderdrums, he hums briefly, "the most likely case, is that it's not really dragons doing it...or they weren't born dragons at least."
"Not born dragons," Valka gasp before realizing that she spoke as in the human tongue, "what do you mean by that?" The two dragons look at each other before Cloudjumper huffs, "There is a...spell that some dragon species know that would force humans into a draconic form." "Those species are Windstrikers, Razorwhips, Night Terrors, and Night Furies," the alpha explains while looking over the horizon in thought, "there is a danger that if the dragon that turn them is dead, than they'll never be able to return to normal." As the trio look out, a pair of dots in the distance drew their attention.
- Five months have pass on the pair's territory since they had their mating flight. Hiccup had taken to flying out, trying to find more Titanclaws with varying success. On the island chain, there's a total of six hundred pairs that carry out life. Of the nine islands in the chain, only four are claim while the other five are dotted with boar, cattles, deer, and sheeps. The young high Titanclaw had felt that the influx of population would cause the population of prey items to go down.
It was thanks to a pair of Gurguts, those who are more use to living on the waterside compared to the others, that discovered the mass amounts of sea creatures with sharks being the most abundant. Hiccup smile as Heather trudge up with a swollen stomach, "So how's the whelps babe?" "Due any day now," Heather gaze happily at a small group of Drakes with two of the six dams carrying as well, "so what's the final population count?" "Fifteen hundred adults, with twelve hundred being in a relationship," looking over himself, he notice a few small figures darting underfoot, "and approximately four thousand fledglings." As they gaze forward, several groups of fledglings would disappear into a cave to begin their next growth spurt. Nuzzling Heather, Hiccup rose up and headed towards them while his mate head down to the group of dams.
As soon as Hiccup entered and nod, the six hundred fledglings search for spots that called for them. Keeping check of who is where, he notice three females on a higher cliff than most of the others. Knowing that four hundred of the fledglings were become Varghests(laying on solid rocks) or Wyverns(hanging by their tails), he noted that one hundred and fifty are trying to be Gurguts(half submerge in water) while the rest develop into Drakes(sleeping under outcroppings). 'And now we play the waiting game," as he settle down, he once again gazes at the three on the next highest peak below him, '...what will you become?'
- As a month pass, the Drakes were the first awake in their new body. Their claws develops like a shovel and the leg muscles are more refined. The Varghests and Wyverns awoke next, with Varghests developing more bulkier bodies and the Wyverns develop lanky bodies and a strong sense of smell. Then the Gurguts awoke with fin like growths and a good layer of blubber on them. All eyes lock onto the three sleeping form below him with open curiousity.
After minutes go by, they feel a slight nudge on their pysche as well as a soft voice, 'Help, we-we're stuck like this!' "Move over!" the crowd scoot as Heather walk over to the comatose Titanclaws and open her mouth with a blue glow showing her use of fire. As soon as Hiccup help, the trio of dams stiffly rise and the others notice the obvious diffrence. The first, and most obvious, difference is that the dams are taller most of the others with exceptions of the High. The other one was more subtle as the other caste kept catching them almost bowing.
Silence echo through the cavern before Hiccup and Heather finally nods before turning towards a Wyvern caste, "Go and inform our allies that a new caste has been discovered here." "From hence forth, as Odin and Tyr as my witness," somewhere in the distance, the roll of thunder echo loudly as Heather continues, "I pronouce these three as the first ever...Great Titanclaws!"
- Looking down on Midgard, Thor and Tyr shook hands as a group of wings flew over open water.
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