#lightningsfury

[gallopingthroughtheglen]

The morning sky was chilled and moist as dew collected on the foliage of the forest. Through the air a dark shape glided just below the clouds, her off coloured gaze watching the land below. Some time passed before she spotted movement and rolled to the side before falling into a dive, the wind rushing over her scales until she pulled up and latched her claws onto the top of a tree. The dragon exhaled slowly, folding her wings back before scaling down to see who was meandering through the trees.

Being able to roam free was one of the rare joys in life that felt truly liberating to Angus. Without the restrictions of a saddle and bridle he felt truly free like he assumed his ancestors must have been when roaming the highland once. With a snort, he gave a prance and sped up into a gallop. 

All the same, the Clydesdale couldn’t shake the feeling he was being watched and so it wasn’t such a surprise when he came face to face with a dark shape that dropped from the sky.

[equilateraltriangleguy-blog]

The air was growing colder as a black dragon walked between the trees, her large paws crunching the dry leaves that layered the ground, the wind curling through the dark branches that entwined overhead. She flared her nostrils, taking a deep breath in as she walked, her eyes narrowing as she sensed someone nearby. Her pupils contracted as she slipped past the underbrush and approached the stranger slowly, her movements fluid like a cat with her gaze focused ahead, a growl rising in her throat.

Bill was strolling through the forest leisurely as he looked around with disinterest. It was a rather dull, uneventful day, and a cold one on top of that. As a sudden gust of wind hit him, the demon thanked silently for the colorful sweater that Shooting Star knitted for him.

He was about to turn around and head back to the Shack, when a crunching of leaves caught his attention. By the sound of it, some big creature was nearby. Bill stopped walking and waited for it to catch up with him. A growl behind his back alerted him to the dragon’s presence and he spun around to look at it.

“Well, hello there!”, he said cheerfully and slightly leaned in to meet its gaze. “A dragon, interesting! You must be far from home.”

[part-human-part-vulcan-archive]

The air was growing colder as a black dragon walked between the trees, her large paws crunching the dry leaves that layered the ground, the wind curling through the dark branches that entwined overhead. She flared her nostrils, taking a deep breath in as she walked, her eyes narrowing as she sensed someone nearby. Her pupils contracted as she slipped past the underbrush and approached the stranger slowly, her movements fluid like a cat with her gaze focused ahead, a growl rising in her throat.

Alysha was with her little sister Forsythia in the forest when she heard the growl. It was enough that it made the hair on her neck stand on end. 

“Who’s there!?” She couldn’t see who or what it was that had begun to stalk them, and she was more afraid for Forsythia’s safety than that of her own.

Forsythia, on the other hand, had spotted the offending creature. She was actually fascinated, not afraid, by the dragon. She had caught a glimpse of its eyes, a mesmerizing blue and a fiery orange. And she wanted to get a closer look.

[miragesandwraith]

The air was growing colder as a black dragon walked between the trees, her large paws crunching the dry leaves that layered the ground, the wind curling through the dark branches that entwined overhead. She flared her nostrils, taking a deep breath in as she walked, her eyes narrowing as she sensed someone nearby. Her pupils contracted as she slipped past the underbrush and approached the stranger slowly, her movements fluid like a cat with her gaze focused ahead, a growl rising in her throat.

The sand wraith had been searching for smaller reptiles to prey on, turning over rocks and sniffing in holes for his next meal when he heard the growl. Slowly, he turned to face the strange creature.

Hissing in response, the desert dragon whipped up a warning cloud of dust with his tail as he stood firmly in place, claws anchoring him to the spot. 

[theotherdurinson]

The air was growing colder as a black dragon walked between the trees, her large paws crunching the dry leaves that layered the ground, the wind curling through the dark branches that entwined overhead. She flared her nostrils, taking a deep breath in as she walked, her eyes narrowing as she sensed someone nearby. Her pupils contracted as she slipped past the underbrush and approached the stranger slowly, her movements fluid like a cat with her gaze focused ahead, a growl rising in her throat.

Frerin had been sitting at the campfire, only half awake. The day’s travels had left him ragged and exhausted. So much so, that he barely heard the footsteps behind him. It was only when the growl erupted, that grabbed his ax and spun around. 

“Mahal’s forge!” 

[dracoanimam-blog]

The air was growing colder as a black dragon walked between the trees, her large paws crunching the dry leaves that layered the ground, the wind curling through the dark branches that entwined overhead. She flared her nostrils, taking a deep breath in as she walked, her eyes narrowing as she sensed someone nearby. Her pupils contracted as she slipped past the underbrush and approached the stranger slowly, her movements fluid like a cat with her gaze focused ahead, a growl rising in her throat.

dragon other danger new dragon fight?

          FRIGID as the whisper-winds that take their cool touch upon his DARKENED scales, Toothless’ form stops mid-motion: one claw rests as if upon an INVISIBLE ledge, head cocked to the side; the length of his ears the only appendage to move, flicking to-fro as it STRAINS to ( catch ) the disturbance of OTHER. 

          Nostrils widen, scent flows clear. A dragon, a dragon not FRIEND,stalks his PATH, hides it’s FORM. Sneaky, but not sneaky enough. Thereis sound that tells well tale of the HIDING spot it has chosen, there is theSCENT that Toothless can feel, but not make out but for a memory of theflavor. Familiar it crawls over from the wind, IRRITATING it cannot yetbe placed.

A whistle sounds, akin to a that of his RIDER’S call in face of a danger, and it demands:

show come come here!

[beautiful-despite-herself]

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Astrid goes out to train in the forest when she’s angry, targeting at trees and turning them to splinters with her axe. If she is in a particular horrid mood, however, she will move deeper into the forest, to where no one else would be, and simply hack at the trees with a number of curses her mother would surely scold her for using. Those are the worst of days.

[projectmonamie-arch-blog]

The air was growing colder as a black dragon walked between the trees, her large paws crunching the dry leaves that layered the ground, the wind curling through the dark branches that entwined overhead. She flared her nostrils, taking a deep breath in as she walked, her eyes narrowing as she sensed someone nearby. Her pupils contracted as she slipped past the underbrush and approached the stranger slowly, her movements fluid like a cat with her gaze focused ahead, a growl rising in her throat.

Les liked to wander off from the village on cloudless days like this one, wondering what mysteries were hiding off in the wilderness behind Berk. She couldn’t count on her hands how many times her mother had warned her not to go off on her own, having not claimed a dragon of her own since the creatures’ took up residence – but Les didn’t care too much have ‘claiming’ one since she enjoyed caring for each and every one that she came across.

Today, she believed she had found something rare. Of course, she wasn’t able to get a good look as the trees blocked much of the dragon’s body but soon, Les found herself meeting eyes with a Night Fury different than Toothless. “H-hello,” she called out to the creature, slowing her movements, her hand reaching out much like Hiccup did to new dragons.