the unholy offspring of lightning and death

[no_eels]

Who: Mirror!Toothless and you
Where: Almost anywhere!
When: Anytime this week (29th to the 5th or so)
Rating: PG for now, might be some violence later.
Summary: Not all Nightfuries are happy to befriend Vikings. Some of them would prefer to chew them between their teeth. Especially if it's for the Queen. (Please keep in mind that this a very different Toothless. While I won't have him attack anyone without permission, he's very much a wild dragon.)

The Story:

As soon as he can, after the Queen's decree, he crosses over. He's been watching his "real" self. They can't make marks on the glass to each other like some, and the real Toothless can't hear his disdaining snarls through the mirror. But still. He's watched, feeling disgusted with the other dragon. Does he have no dignity left in him, making friends simply to gain attention and company? Connections with Vikings was to be made for specific purposes. Alliances to gain things for the Queen. A teaming of strength, if a task required it. But never for... attention.

Toothless keeps to himself as much as possible, avoiding Hiccup at first. He has to at least pretend to be the other dragon, and he's concerned that Hiccup will see through him. He prowls the mansion and listens to conversations. Here, the Vikings don't mind his presence. They don't leave or threaten him when he enters a room. It allows him to listen in on a few conversations and get the lay of everything, so to speak.

Once he has his footing, he's eager to begin disrupting things as much as he can. The mirrors, and the Queen, must have what's behind the door. That much is apparent to him. A dragon is rubbish at riddles, and so Toothless sticks to what he knows. Scaring the Vikings, and pretending to be an ally. Sooner or later, he's going to get... hungry. What does the blood of a Real taste like?

Comments

Late evening on the 30th; attacking Blaine is fine by me, also.

[justlove]

It's late at night, but for reason, sleep has been taking its time coming to Blaine. He decided that since he was already awake and that wasn't likely to change anytime soon, a brief visit to the kitchens was in order. But now he's on his way back to his room that's a conveniently short distance away.

He feels more like sleeping now that he's walked around a bit and worn off some of the residual energy that's lingered after the day's events. There is a strange sort of energy going through the mansion; maybe he's just imagining it, but something seems different to him. Maybe something really is afoot like Blake and Dean Winchester have said.

He glances around him as he nears the hallway leading to his room, but it's quiet out and no one seems to be around. It is late, after all.

But as Blaine takes another step forward, he spots a large-ish black shape just a short distance behind him. He wavers for a moment, wondering if he should turn around or keep on walking. Maybe it's just a figment of his imagination and nothing to be afraid of.

So he turns around and he calls out a tentative greeting. "Hello?"

[no_eels]

Toothless' prowling stops as he hears the Viking call out to him. Caught. He prefers the hallways at night. There are less Vikings trying to talk to him. Talk. His Real self is clearly nothing more than a scaly dog, if he allows and cultivates that sort of thing.

He growls softly, turning to have a good look at this Viking.

[justlove]

Blaine's seen Toothless around, at least in passing, and he's kind of the type of person who assumes that people (and dragons) are good unless they do something to prove otherwise. So, as far as he's concerned, Toothless is on his good list, or at least the list that includes the ones he has a neutral opinion of.

No red flags are going up yet, even if that noise that the dragon just made sounds suspiciously like a growl.

"It's kind of late to be going for a walk, isn't it? I'm only out here because I couldn't sleep."

[no_eels]

Every word is another frustrating reminder of his Real, and Toothless moves closer to Blaine to investigate this Viking. He's dressed oddly. No armor. Unlike his Real, who's frustrated by a lack of armor in the creatures about the mansion, the Mirror finds it pleasant. Easy. No weapons, no protection. If not for having to occasionally play the part of a docile dragon, he might like it.

[justlove]

If Blaine were one of those people with the ability to read minds, he would laugh a bit at Toothless's train of thought. The idea (and the image) of himself in armor is a laughable one, and not just because there's never been any need to wear it, not where he's from.

"So, um, I've seen you around before, I think, although I don't think we've ever talked." He scratches the back of his neck a little awkwardly. This is definitely different, talking to a dragon. "Do you usually go out for walks like this?"

[no_eels]

Toothless decides to nod to this question, moving so that he's only a few feet away from Blaine. He doesn't look like much of a fighter, this one. Maybe he can be toyed with. The Nightfury moves his head in close, to see if Blaine will retreat away or stay put.

[justlove]

"Well, I guess that I can't blame you. It's easier to hear yourself think when it's quiet and no one else is around." He watches Toothless close the gap between them, thinking nothing of it, not moving back or retreating, although now that he's getting closer, he's starting to look a lot bigger and more formidable. "What do dragons think about, anyway?"

[no_eels]

Their next meal. How they were going to secure things for the Queen. How long they'd have to stay over here. If he could get away with a little carnage and mayhem before he was snapped back to the other side. Toothless' head is a surprising whirlwind of thoughts, and the dragon first bares his pink gums at Blaine. Just for a moment. Then, of course, his teeth snapped upward, and he continued moving forward, attempting to corral Blaine toward a wall. None of the movements were quick. Maybe this will be fun, he thinks.

[justlove]

Blaine's too busy staring at the sudden appearance of Toothless's teeth to really think too hard about the dragon's motivations or reasons for being out and about. He didn't know teeth could work like that, but unless he was just seeing things as a result of the late hour, clearly in this case, they could. But then any other thoughts are driven from his mind as he starts to back up while the dragon moves forward, slowly but surely.

As he backs up, he glances behind him to see if there's somewhere he can escape to. It's a slim chance because there's walls on every side, but if he moves quickly, he might be able to slip back into the entrance hall. His odds don't seem that great, but at least if he can make it there, he has a better chance of running away than he does in this hallway.

Earlier in the week than later; no killing plz

[magicallyinclined]

This mirror has also been causing a little bit of trouble but his Real's reputation has kept him safe for the most part. Seeing the dragon, he knows his Real is friendly with it so he approaches. But cautiously, this could also be a Mirror.

[no_eels]

Little Vikings are so very peculiar. Fragile, but bold. Most of them don't seem to have a good regard for their own health. Not like Nightfuries, who can defend themselves from almost the very moment they're born. Toothless turns to have a look at this one, pausing in his gait to see what he's going to do.

[magicallyinclined]

Well he'd never know until he tried so he took another step forward. "How are ya, buddy?" Not knowing his name since he couldn't hear through the mirrors, he hoped this was the appropriate question.

[no_eels]

Toothless cocks his head to the side. So, another bold little one. He's certainly not going to back down, although petting is certainly off the menu. He growls softly, walking in a slow ring around Henry.

[magicallyinclined]

[Henry was slowly starting to realise this was not the nice dragon of the two. And the dragon from his side, had a reputation. Best stay clear and carry on.]

I'm not your dinner. But it was nice meeting you.

[no_eels]

Oh, he isn't, is he? The Nightfury makes a low noise and positions himself to cut Henry off from a retreat back to the mansion, baring his teeth in a gesture that's both a challenge and a gloat. He looms right into Henry's personal space, eyes narrowed.

[magicallyinclined]

Henry's doing his best not to look scared but it's not the easiest thing to do when a dragon is looming over you in a threatening manner.

"If you're going to kill me, get it over with."

[no_eels]

Toothless lets out a slow growl that's more of a laugh than anything else, several grunts of amusement, and then gives Henry a hard nudge backward. He's just toying with the young Viking, who's too small to give him anything substantial in the food or trophy department. Then, snorting in his face and giving him a flash of teeth, he takes off, back toward the mansion.

Earlier in the week :3

[seekingsanity]

Fuminori could tell Toothless--the Mirror or the Real--what a Real's blood tastes like. He's sitting outside, eating what to anyone other than him will appear to be lumps of bloody flesh. With everyone working on the riddle, there aren't a ton of people wandering around the grounds, meaning he doesn't have to deal with the worry of people seeing him in the middle of a meal.

Outside isn't so bad, because the sky is just pitch black, and as long as he chooses a relatively bare place to sit, the scenery isn't too bad either. It's boring, but at least it doesn't make him too nauseous to eat.

[no_eels]

It's the scent that makes him pause, in his prowling of the grounds. The scent of flesh on the wind. Like a shark, Toothless makes a note of it and is instantly drawn. He begins to hunt down the source immediately, body low to the ground as he puts his keen senses to good use. In no time at all, Toothless is getting very close. Close enough to make a note of Fuminori. He's seen his Real interacting with this Viking before, and slows his pace.

[seekingsanity]

The only reason Fuminori notices Toothless is his hyper-awareness of other creatures, and even then, Toothless gets pretty close before Fuminori looks up. He tenses, then relaxes a little; Toothless is the only other person in Wonderland that Fuminori can recognize on sight.

Not that he really wanted to be caught eating human flesh, even by a dragon. But the dragon is the most likely of the other residents to be unbothered by it, so Fuminori doesn't scramble to hide it like he might if approached by another human.

"Hey."

[no_eels]

That a Viking is having a meal of this kind... surprises him, somewhat. Toothless doesn't pay as much attention to Vikings as perhaps he should, but still. Didn't Vikings eat things like meat after roasting them over a fire? He moves closer, still low to the ground, growling in the back of his throat.

[seekingsanity]

The growl makes Fuminori tense again.

"Is something wrong?"

[no_eels]

In truth, the shark analogy is fairly accurate. Smelling Fuminori's meal is making the Nightfury peckish. He stops when he's a few feet away, still growling — though much more quietly — and peers at Fuminori with narrowed eyes. Most of it is a test. Will the Viking stand up and move away? Or will he stay put?

[seekingsanity]

Fuminori isn't sure what to make of this behavior. It hasn't occurred to him that this might be Toothless's Mirror, but he's been around Toothless enough times to recognize this as strange.

With distorted visual and auditory clues, Fuminori is left guessing as to what he needs to do. After a moment of uncertainty, he sets the bowl of flesh--to him it looks like fruit--on the ground and nudges it toward Toothless.

"You want some?"

[no_eels]

Having absolutely none of his Real's learned manners (as spare as though they might be), Toothless practically devours the bowl in a sudden and fierce hunger. Food gone, he likes his gums clean and looks with a little of his Real's curiosity to Fuminori. He's a weird Viking, this one. He sniffs at him, getting right into his personal space unless he moved away, trying to figure out why a Viking would eat raw meat.